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Prize of Victory 1.5
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The Second

�Well,� he thought with as much sarcasm as he could muster under the circumstances, �This is just fabulous.�

Yumichika was no stranger to petty tyrants, though it had been some time since one had posed any threat to him on a personal level. His last encounter with one had preceded his friendship with Ikakku by at least twenty years and he�d met the bald brawler over a century ago. Now he found himself face-to-face with yet another despot. The Espada hovering over both him and an injured Soi Fon smirked at them in a way that Yumichika knew meant bad things were coming. Worse, that triumphant sneer served as a trigger, dredging up survival instincts he thought he�d buried under six feet of martial accomplishments and a steep rise in status.

The warnings those long-dormant instincts screamed at him � to run as far and as fast as he could - were as worthless now as they had been then. Thankfully, Barragan Louisenbairn�s eyes went from his lazy inspection of Yumichika�s person to glaring expectantly at his two surviving underling. That gave the 11th�s 5th Seat a chance to breathe and consider the few options left to them, since Soi Fon seemed to have settled on a strategy that involved burning holes in their captors with her gaze alone.

He wanted to cluck his tongue at her. If such had been possible, a much younger Yumichika would have reduced the majority of the 79th District to ash while he still resided there.

�Ggio, Nirgge��

�Sire!�

Each fraccion saluted quickly, their fists thumping their chests and following that with deep bows. The hoary old man snorted and growled out his next order.

�I require an appropriate palace. Find one.�

�I think I know just the place,� the one called Ggio Vega said promptly, his eyes gleaming in anticipation. �I went over Tousen�s reports regarding the Seireitei in preparation for this day. Shall I make sure that the information they contained is accurate?�

�Do so. I await your answer.�

The Arrancar bowed again and vanished, leaving his hulking fellow to mind the two wounded, depleted Shinigami. Yumichika thought Nirgge would have fit right in as a bodyguard for some of the less-savoury criminal bosses in the higher numbered Districts.

�What do you require of me, Majesty?� the lout asked and Barragan jerked his chin at Soi Fon�s hunched form.

�Bring the woman. I�m going to make her suffer for daring to oppose me. Don�t bother being gentle. If she puts up a fuss, you can strike her at will.�

�As you wish, sire!�

�Don�t even think of touching me!�

Battered in body and with a broken arm, Soi Fon�s words held more bark than bite. Yumichika gave her points for bravado, and a dozen more for attempting to resist despite Barragan�s threat. She had to be in agony, but her hateful glare never wavered.

It wasn�t really a contest; Nirgge easily dragged her to her feet by her hair and pulled her unbroken arm behind her back. That put an end to any resistance and Yumichika winced at the sight of the head of the Onmitsukidō hanging like a rag doll in the brute�s grip.

�You have deprived me of one of my fraccion,� Barragan declared sternly, and it took him only a second to realize he was now being addressed by the Espada.

Oh yes, he knew tyrants. There were really only two ways of dealing with them. The first method involved a blunt instrument and the repeated application of overwhelming force to the bridge of the nose, or a similar physical weak spot. The second required enough intelligence to determine the target�s mental weak spot and a never-ending supply of flattery delivered by someone with good looks and an abundance of charm.

�I did you and the universe a favour,� Yumichika sniffed and waved his hand as elegantly as he could, drawing on past experience and skills he wished he could forget. If the Second Espada was impressed, he didn�t show it.

�You have slain a servant, and I feel it only fitting that you replace him.�

�Me?� Yumichika fluttered his eyelashes. �You want me as one of your fraccion?� He pressed all ten fingertips his hands to his chest as if he were honoured to be nominated. While he had zero interest in acting the lackey for a Hollow, if doing so would spare others and allow him to live long enough to find a way out of this mess, he�d dance the dance.

�You are not fit to be a fraccion, but you can fulfill one of Charlotte�s baser functions.�

Barragan�s avaricious gaze traveled up and down the officer�s form and one corner of his mouth curled up in a way that put Yumichika on edge. �Aizen gave us permission,� he continued, �to take pets. You�ll do nicely.�

He felt his smile falter as the black-robed goat leered at him. No, he definitely didn�t approve of this, but he couldn�t deny that there wasn�t much to stop the Arrancar from doing what he wanted to them. Without a Zanpakuto he had no chance of defeating such a strong opponent and Soi Fon-Taichou was in no shape to fight.

Yumichika�s heart sank as he realized what Barragan meant. He also knew the futility of putting up a struggle under the circumstances. Judging by this particular tyrant�s expression, he�d soon end up bent over the nearest handy object. He�d learned this hard lesson when he was younger and so he changed his tactic to one that would allow him to walk afterward without limping.

Thus, he donned a coy smile. Soi Fon�s shocked sputtering at his about-face and his blatant flirting probably served to cover any worries about her own plight. Nirgge responded by jostling her. She fell silent, white-faced with pain, thanks to her arm.

�If she keeps that up, he might just kill her, Aizen or no Aizen,� Yumichika inwardly groaned and resolved to keep Barragan fixated on him. With that in mind, he suppressed several shudders of revulsion and batted his eyelashes without trying to look as if he had any ulterior motives.

It wasn�t long before they were the only ones in the hall. The other Espada, a disquieting looking bunch all told, had pushed, pulled and dragged the surviving top officers away, one by one. There was no helping them either and Yumichika didn�t bother trying.

�Do what you can with what you have and keep breathing.� That grim mantra had seen him through troubled times in the past and he fell back on it now that it looked like this Espada wasn�t going to do him the courtesy of finding a private den.

�Disrobe,� Barragan ordered, in a tone that told anyone who heard it that he would accept nothing less than complete obedience.

�As you wish.�

Yumichika bowed to the Aspect of Old Age, before starting his strip-tease. He ignored Soi Fon�s wide-eyed stare, though he was grateful that Ichigo�s sisters were already gone. They certainly didn�t need to witness this sordid affair. Letting the fabric of his kosode slide from his shoulders, he carefully untied the sash at his waist. A sensual shimmy of hips resulted in his pleated hakama pooling around his ankles. Voluntarily undressing meant he wouldn�t have to wear shredded garments later, since he wouldn�t put it past the Espada to rip his shihakusho from him if necessary. His pale skin was unmarred, thanks to Charlotte�s Chuhlhourne�s inept attacks and aside from a smudged face and rumpled hair, Yumichika thought he still qualified as �fetching.�

The tent that slowly formed at the front of Barragan�s hakama told him that he had the Espada�s full attention. He hesitated briefly when he got to his fundoshi, but passed the pause off as part of the show. There was a fine line between teasing and taunting and Yumichika did his best to unwind the long strip of fabric in the most seductive manner possible. There was also an art to removing one�s sandals and tabi without the crass act of bending over. Thankfully, he�d mastered that too.

When Yumichika finally achieved full nudity, he struck a pose and peered up at Barragan through his dark lashes, knowing that position would favour his violet eyes. Lesser thugs had been rendered speechless by that sultry little trick. To clinch things, he lowered his voice, added a bit of breathiness to his next words.

�Do you like what you see, Your Majesty?�

�It is� acceptable,� Barragan grunted, but Yumichika detected the lust mixed with the grudging admission and hoped Soi Fon thanked him later. Unfortunately, the Espada wasn�t going to make things easy for him, since he added, �Though beauty is hardly a testament to skill.�

�I may be a bit rusty. It has been some time since anyone bothered taking notice of my perfection,� he confessed and stretched leisurely. It was past time to convince this old creep of his worthiness, even if doing so made his skin crawl. Putting one reluctant foot in front of another, he sauntered to the spot where Barragan sat, alternately leering and glowering, until he stood within arm�s reach of the monster. �Unfortunately, the dolts in the Division to which I was assigned wouldn�t have known comeliness if it slapped their faces.� Placing one finger on his cheek, he decided to go all in and winked. �I�m sure you have a much better, more refined sense of aesthetics than they possessed.�

A few seconds went by and Yumichika feared that he�d overdone it when Barragan�s hairy white brows knit and his forehead furrowed. Then the Espada raised his hand and made a twirling motion with one thick finger.

�Turn around,� he ordered gruffly. Yumichika complied in a deliberately provocative manner, pivoting until he faced away from the wrinkled bastard. Sadly, that meant he locked eyes with Soi Fon. Fury and disgust fought with one another for control of her features, though he suspected her wrath was directed at the Arrancar holding her captive, rather than at his willingness to whore himself out to the victors. She opened her mouth, ready to send another torrent of abuse in Barragan�s direction but nothing escaped her. Nirgge�s big hand slid from her neck to cover her mouth, cutting off any name-calling before it could begin. His other hand jacked her uninjured arm higher behind her back and her cheeks took on a grey hue.

At that moment, Yumichika�s greatest wish was for the feisty Taichou to lose consciousness. The fewer witnesses to his shame, the better.

He heard the rustling of someone getting to their feet and braced himself. A second later, one of Barragan�s gnarled hands rested on his shoulder. The other rudely grasped his bare ass. Yumichika almost flinched, but caught himself in time. Meanwhile the Espada began to explore his body. The hand on his ass squeezed each cheek, as if testing the ripeness of fruit, before moving to his hip. Rough fingertips brushed across his collarbone, caressing his chest and lean stomach. Without warning, those hands jerked him backwards, until he was pressed tightly against the Second�s pelvis.

He couldn�t help shivering when Barragan reached around and let his digits comb through the silky, neatly-trimmed hair surrounding Yumichika�s flaccid cock. With luck, the pawing bastard would think the trembling was from something other than revulsion. A musty smell that reminded him vaguely of wood left to rot in the rain filled his nose.

�I see you tend to every aspect of your body,� Barragan muttered into his ear and Yumichika tried not to gag.

�Perfection demands it,� he reflexively responded, hating how quickly he was able to dredge the words from memory, but seeing little choice. The erection digging into his buttocks didn�t help his composure.

�Excellent. Then I can trust that you will maintain such perfection, for so long as you amuse me.�

This time he couldn�t hold back his shiver of revulsion, one Barragan seemed to take for anticipation. The hands on him disappeared, but that didn�t bring any sense of relief, as he knew what would follow. True enough, he heard the rustle of heavy fabric being shifted around.

�Come here, boy.�

Yumichika turned and walked the short distance to where Barragan waited. He, doing his best not to look down at the rigid, if wrinkled, length sticking up from a nest of coarse gray hair. To his dismay, the Espada was thicker and longer than he would have preferred. Experience had taught him taking a rod that big into his body without preparation or at least some sort of lubrication would result in injury.

Obtaining such, therefore, became of paramount importance.

�Impressive,� he said aloud. It wasn�t exactly a lie either. �I don�t suppose you happen to have some form of lubrication in one of your pockets?� When one of Barragan�s eyebrows inched up, he slathered a hopeful expression on his face. He also told another truth. �It�s been a long time since I pleasured another man and you�re very well-endowed. I think some assistance will help me cope with such bounty.�

Begging mixed with florid praise had worked for him in the past and he truly did not want his insides torn apart.

Barragan chuckled dryly at this, but gestured to Nirgge. The mastodon immediately removed his hand from Soi Fon�s mouth and started to root around in his uniform, until he found what he wanted. Yumichika was deeply relieved to see him pull a tube from one of his pockets, though he was surprised when the fraccion tossed it to him, rather than to Barragan. He quickly caught it before it could hit the ground. He also noted that the seal on the tube was broken, meaning that this wasn�t the first time someone had used its contents.

Yumichika pushed away any nauseating thoughts about the tusked Arrancar and his master. He didn�t need those images in his head, although Barragan�s earlier comment regarding the late Charlotte�s �baser functions� came back to haunt him. Evidently, the role of fraccion involved satisfying their leader sexually.

�Prepare yourself for me and I will decide if you�re worth the trouble.�

He wanted to roll his eyes, but didn�t dare do it, nor was he going to argue. If the Espada wanted to watch him apply lube, so be it, especially if it meant he didn�t have to look at the ugly Hollow. For that reason, Yumichika took the command a step further and went down to his hands and knees, spreading his legs wide to ensure Barragan looked nowhere else. Maybe, if he was lucky, the old coot would shoot his load without needing to mount him, but he doubted it.

Once positioned, he poured a generous amount of the cream onto one hand and reached between his legs. He worked himself slowly and erotically, finding that the cream caused one�s skin to heat up once applied. In addition to stretching his hole and lubing it generously, he stroked his own cock several times, mostly because he knew it would excite his rapist. The harder Barragan became, the sooner this debacle would end.

Closing his eyes, Yumichika tried to concentrate on a few choice memories of several pretty ladies he�d had the good fortune to bed during his time at the Academy. The details didn�t matter, so long as his private fantasies kept his flagging erection at half-mast. It almost worked, until a pair of withered hands grasped his hips. Neither his daydream nor the lube was enough to ease the pain of the sudden intrusion and Yumichika bit back a powerful oath. His instincts yelled at him to relax, lest he be sorry later, which turned out to be excellent advice. Barragan didn�t give him much of a chance to adjust before the Espada began to rut in earnest. Despite the unpleasant, stretched feeling, Yumichika rocked back, feeling it when the Arrancar�s balls slapped against his taint. Staying still would only prolong things.

When he did get a glimpse of Soi Fon, her anger had turned to pure shock and disgust as she watched Barragan take him. For a brief moment he lamented not keeping his hair longer, as he had in the Rukongai. Back then he could hide an expression of discomfort behind a curtain of black strands and pretend his grunts were born of pleasure, not pain.

The left hand that had been holding his hips steady suddenly left its post and tangled in his hair, pulling him back until he was practically sitting in his assailant�s lap. The new position took away any control he might have had and doubled his discomfort. Regulating his breathing became very important, for both pain mitigation and keeping up the illusion that he was into what Barragan was doing to him. He had to keep that image up, for both his and Soi Fon�s sake.

He squirmed as he felt a wet tongue and the brush of a moustache move from his shoulder to the side of his neck. They ended their journey just behind his left ear, at which point teeth nibbled on his earlobe and stale breath assaulted his nose. He wanted to retch, but schooled his features and bit the inside of his cheek.

�You are a pretty fuck toy,� Barragan rasped, breathing heavily with his efforts. �I think I will keep you��

Before Yumichika could think of a response, unexpected pleasure surged through his body. For a moment, he thought the clueless Arrancar had finally stumbled upon his prostate, but the sensation was far too intense for that, and the stuffed feeling that went with it told him something different was taking place. There was little Yumichika could do to stop the low moan that worked its way out of his throat through his clenched teeth and he nearly missed the words half-chortled against his neck.

��assuming you can survive my power.�

More energy rushed into Yumichika, each mind-numbing wave stronger than the last. When it felt as if he could take no more and would burst, it abruptly drained away. He was dimly aware of cumming, the warmth from his release covering his thighs and his lower belly and he hardly registered Barragan�s teeth tearing into the skin at the nape of his neck, where his hair would easily hide the marking.

He had never experienced anything remotely like this and couldn�t keep his limbs from shaking. The bliss was almost too much; light-headed, Yumichika barely kept from swooning. Large, thick jointed hands kept him upright, but if they weren�t there he knew he�d be flat on his face in an unattractive sprawl.

Finally, Barragan let him go, and he collapsed, panting in the aftermath of whatever the hell had just happened. He could feel the dark reiatsu the Hollow had pumped into him mix with his own and encase it. The strands enmeshed him the same way that a spider might wrap a paralyzed bug in a silk cocoon, for later consumption.

�I have found you a suitable residence, your Majesty.�

Someone else had joined them and Yumichika blearily looked up to see that Ggio had returned. In contrast, the yellow-eyed fraccion ignored him, not even sparing the naked and ravished Shinigami a glance in his eagerness to convey his good news. In the meantime, Barragan rose to his feet and covered himself.

�Where is it?� he heard the Espada grumble.

�It�s in the 1st District, the wealthiest and nearest of the outer neighbourhoods. It belongs to one of the Noble Families, the aristocrats Aizen-Kami described. It�s a big place, with high walls and plenty of servants. It will be nothing for us to take it for you.�

Barragan made an �hmph� noise, but nodded. Then he curled his finger at Yumichika in a �come here� motion.

�It will suffice for now. Rise, pet. Nirgge, Ggio, we have work to do.�

Yumichika, to his absolute horror, found he could not disobey the order. His legs pushed his frame into a standing position and his arms sought out his discarded uniform. The fundoshi would take too long to rewind around his hips, so he left it on the ground and donned the rest of it slowly. Now that the euphoria was gone, he could feel every little ache and pain, especially in his knees. His ass also stung, but he�d expected that.

�What about this bitch?� Nirgge asked and shook Soi Fon. She in turn shot an enraged look at the lout that held her and at Barragan. The latter curled his lip as he regarded her.

�Bring the wretched cunt. I will deal with her after we secure our new den.�

With that, they set out, Yumichika doing his best to walk despite his wobbly legs, and the disgusting feeling of another�s cum running down the back of his thighs. Whatever force moved him, because it certainly wasn�t his doing, propelled him forward. Neither fraccion paid him any heed, though Soi Fon kept stealing glances at him. It was hard to tell if there was pity or derision in her eyes and he couldn�t really blame her. He�d done what he could to stay in one piece.

All it had cost him was his self-respect and his freedom, neither of which was worth much if one was dead. He could only hope that whatever Barragan had planned for Soi Fon wouldn�t leave her too badly damaged if rescuers arrived and that at some point in the near future, he could have a bath, if only to scrub away the filthy feeling that crawled along his perfect skin.

Nor did he think the worst of it was over.

It was nothing less than a complete slaughter.

Soi Fon could only watch in helpless rage as Ggio, Nirgge and Yumichika, the last moving as if fighting against invisible chains, cut through the Kyoraku family without mercy. Shunsui had been the strongest in the clan; the remaining family was no match for the Arrancar. The three relatives who mustered enough reiatsu to give Barragan problems met their end at the Espada�s hands. If she lived to be a thousand, Soi Fon would forever remember the terror on Yumichika�s face as Barragan�s power aged his opponents, reducing them to wrinkled flesh and bones before beheading them with his axe. Having seen him in battle, she assumed that the savage display was a message for any survivors, should they ever try to retake the family home, and to the hired help if they sought to aid the remaining Kyoraku clan in doing so. The servants who hadn�t already found a hole in which to hide were both quick enough and smart enough to bow to the invaders. Ggio, curse him, had cut down any who tried to flee into the darkness.

It was well past midnight now and she found herself lying face first on the floor of the largest hall in the former Kyoraku estate. A few frightened servants had found a sturdy, Western-style chair and pulled it into the chamber, draping it with silk until it resembled a crude throne. Barragan had parked his stout carcass on its cushioned seat, completing the image of a wannabe-warlord.

The only blessing she could count was that Yumichika wasn�t present. After everything he�d been through, including the rape and the forced participation in the slaughter of innocents, he�d gone to his knees, hollow-eyed and spent. A trembling housemaid had led him away to some unknown destination. Soi Fon thought she�d heard the words �rest� and �clean him up� spoken at some point, but she couldn�t be certain.

Nor did she have a clue as to what weird spell Barragan had cast on the 11th Division�s officer, but from the way the bastard had talked earlier, she presumed that at some point, she�d find out for herself. The Taichou refused to think of what had happened to the man as anything other than rape, despite Yumichika�s apparent willingness to participate. He�d moved as if on puppet strings afterward, so she considered that whatever had changed him had come about because of the assault. There was no way one of Zaraki�s officers would raise a weapon against the weak or unarmed � it was obvious his actions weren�t of his own making and that frightened her. She�d much rather face torture or maiming than allow someone else to dictate what she did. Moreover, the thought of Barragan doing the same to her made her sick to her stomach.

The subject of her ire was too busy addressing his flunkies to pay too much attention to her. If only she had both arms. She might be depleted of reiatsu, but there was still a chance she could try to outrun Barragan�s Respira. It would be easy enough to hide, but she needed a clear escape route and none of the doors in this particular room opened to the outside.

Leaning one grizzled cheek against his fist, Barragan made a magnanimous sweep of the room

�Nirgge, Ggio, you have served me well this day. You may hunt down pets of your own, if you desire.�

�Sire! Thank you!� they shouted in unison. Nirgge bowed and quickly retreated, but Ggio remained in place, a worshipful expression plastered across his face. Soi Fon wished she had enough energy to throw something at him. Barragan, on the other hand, frowned.

�You do not desire a pet, Ggio?�

�Sire, a pet would serve no purpose other than to distract me from my duties. I live to serve you, Your Majesty!�

�So I see. And yet, you do deserve something for your stellar performance in bringing about our Victory.� The cruel smile that snaked across Barragan�s whiskered mug made Soi Fon want to start crawling away despite her broken arm, especially when his calculating gaze fell on her.

�This bitch deserves what�s coming to her as one of the vanquished. There is no greater humiliation than to be Claimed by one weaker than oneself,� he laughed and Soi Fon ground her teeth together.

Claimed. There was that term again. Aizen had said something about it earlier and she suspected that Barragan had done it to Yumichika.

�As you have no desire to fill your own slot, I shall reward you by letting you use it on this woman. You may hold her for me, until the worm learns to be silent and knows her place.�

Ggio looked over his shoulder at her. She could see he was considering her, the offer and there was more than just a little interest there. Hissing, she pushed herself into a kneeling position with one arm and tried calculate the distance to the door. Nirgge, in his haste to find some poor soul to enslave, had failed to close it completely and she could see a thin sliver of darkness between the jamb and the wooden frame.

�If that is what you desire, I would be honoured.�

�Then it�s settled. You may take her now. Make certain you do a thorough job and wash that insolent look from her face.�

The tiger apparently needed no further prompting. He shed his uniform as he stalked towards her, until he was as naked as Yumichika had been earlier. Soi Fon, knowing that her time was up, struggled to her feet, intending to meet him head-on. Unfortunately, standing coupled with searing pain from her arm and her other injuries caused another bout of lightheadedness. With the loss of orientation came panic and she abandoned the �fight� option, only to discover that �flight� was impossible. The Arrancar was on her before she could run.

Without a word, Ggio Vega tore the remains of her shihakusho from her body, using his claws to tear through the fabric. One of his feet swept hers out from under her and once he gripped the bicep of her broken arm she was done. Back on her knees, she felt her fundoshi and her breast bindings ripped away. It was a huge blow to her pride that he overpowered her as easily as he did � in that, Barragan had been correct.

�Let go of me!� she snarled, hating how strained and weak she sounded. His answer involved rolling her onto her belly and using his knees to spread her legs. The Hollow followed Nirgge�s example and immobilized her good arm by twisting it behind her back. That left her torso and cheek pressed to the wooden floorboards. When she tried to lash out with her legs, she realized he was already between them.

Her training with the Onmitsukidō had included several lessons on how to repel such an attack by an enemy. A few of those lessons covered methods of escape that presumed the loss of a functional limb or other grievous injury, but there had been no discussions about worst-case scenarios and certainly no mention about Hollows being capable of carrying out sexual assaults. Most of the accumulated knowledge about them focused on how a Shinigami could avoid being eaten, not raped.

Evidently, Soi Fon thought bitterly, there were a few critical holes in the Gotei 13�s catalogue of Hollow attributes. The Divisions were about to pay dearly for the oversight and she was about to gain that knowledge firsthand.

Something blunt and warm slipped between her exposed outer folds, sliding slowly up and down her labia and rubbing against her clit until she tried to wriggle away. At first, she thought it was a finger, but when it probed her dry opening she revised her assumption. It withdrew temporarily and she heard the sound of spitting behind her. When the head of Ggio�s shaft returned, it slid easily past her inner lips, lubricated by saliva. Soi Fon also heard him sigh and hoist her slender hips upward with his free hand.

�Next time I�ll prepare you properly, bitch, when you can�t fight me. For now, you can take this as your punishment, on behalf of His Majesty!�

The hand on her hip moved and fingers quickly grabbed a fistful of her hair. He also snapped his pelvis forward and she gasped as he stuffed himself inside her. The gasp turned into a shriek as the head hit her cervix along with a gush of energy, which, to her shame, made his subsequent thrusts much easier.

Things took a turn for the worse after her traitorous body granted him and his bloody reiatsu entrance. Each plunge delivered more of his energy, which was a torment unto itself. Ironically, the pain from her arm helped cut through the burgeoning pleasure, allowing her to analyze exactly what was happening to her while her captor gleefully fucked her.

The minutes rolled on as what turned out to be a lengthy process continued. Part of the blame lay, she thought, in the fact that he wasn�t as strong as his master. Had she been at full strength his efforts would have been futile. As it was, she could feel his reiatsu crowding hers, trying to corral it and tie it down. She didn�t give up without a fight, and pushed what little of her power was left against his own, vainly trying to keep herself free of the net he a trying to tangle her in.

What Soi Fon really hated was how good it felt and how hard it was to swallow her moans. The last thing she wanted was to give the Arrancar the satisfaction of knowing it affected her, since he seemed the sort to enjoy taunting. Again, her throbbing arm kept her grounded, and helped her resist the orgasm that threatened to shatter her normally ironclad control. The mangy feline behind her was quite happy, based on the number of pleased sounds that accompanied each thrust. Throughout it all, she was aware of the extra set of eyes, watching the proceedings, adding to her degradation.

Fangs finally tore into her neck to complete the Claim and Soi Fon wanted to sob in relief. He�d taken too long and she was more than a little sore. Unlike the monster draped over her back, she hadn�t cum but she could now understand why Yumichika had succumbed to it. Briefly, she wondered what it would be like to be Claimed by someone with real power, before tossing the notion aside as absurd. She would never, ever need fulfillment that badly and if she wanted an answer to that question, all she had to do was remember the despair on Yumichika�s face earlier that evening.

�Excellent. You will need to Claim her regularly and I expect you to keep her in line.� Barragan rose from his chair and gave his follower a significant look. �See to it the bitch is washed and secured with the rest of the dogs. I�ll decide how to best use her tomorrow.�

Ggio removed himself from her body and stood, grabbing his clothing and hurriedly dressing. Soi Fon sat up with difficulty and cradled her broken arm to her bare breasts. Her stomach roiled from the stench of sex combined with pain and feeling like a worn-out rag. The Arrancar adjusted his collar and snapped at her over his shoulder.

�Let�s go.�

The blistering retort she�d prepared went unspoken as Ggio�s power constricted around her. Soi Fon choked as muscles already pushed past the limits of their endurance hoisted her upright and her legs began moving. Stumbling and swaying with every step, she followed him from the room and out the door through which Nirgge had used. She fancied that even if she lost consciousness, her legs would deliver her wherever her captor wanted her to go.

As it turned out, he�d taken Barragan�s order literally. Ggio grabbed the first servant he saw by the front folds of his yukata, pulling the taller Plus down to his level so that he could look the man in the eye.

�Show me to the kennels!�

�What?� she demanded, finally finding her voice. Ggio looked back at her and rolled his eyes at her exclamation, as if he found her protest tiresome.

�Barragan-sama wants you in a kennel. I smelled dogs,� and here the Arrancar made a face, �when I scouted this place, so I know they have a kennel. That�s where you�re going.�

�I am pretty sure he was speaking in metaphors,� she spat angrily and tried to dig in her heels. It was no use; her unwilling body followed the Arrancar and the servant to a low-roofed building. She could see a series of doors set into the side of the structure, which opened to a set of fenced pens. The glorified shed smelled strongly of canine habitation, though it seemed clean enough. In fact, several of the animals inside began to stir and bark as they came into range.

�Here it is,� the servant stammered and motioned to a big man with a protruding belly, who stared at the three from the building�s main doorway. �That�s Itsuki-san. He�s in charge.� With that, the retainer fled in the direction they�d come. Soi Fon didn�t blame him. She wished she could do the same.

�Is there a place you wash your mutts?� Ggio asked the kennel keeper as he took the opportunity to barge past, craning his neck this way and that. The dogs began howling in earnest, until the Arrancar hissed loudly at them and narrowed his eyes at the pedigreed pack. Itsuki appeared both confused and offended, thanks to Ggio�s less than kind description of his high-bred charges, as if �mutts� was an attack on whatever status he possessed. Thankfully, he also had the sort of sense of self-preservation that could only come from training sharp-toothed beasts. Keeping one eye on the Hollow, he retreated to the back of the building. When he returned, he carried an empty wooden tub.

�I assume you know how to set a bone if one of these mongrels breaks something or bite one another. Scrub her down and fix her arm. You,� and here he locked eyes with Soi Fon, who bared her teeth at him, �stay put. You�d better be clean when I come back.�

Then he was gone, leaving Soi Fon at the mercy of the kennel keeper, who sighed and picked her up by the waist. He placed her in the middle of the wooden tub and immediately dumped half of the jug of cold water over her head. The resulting icy shock robbed her of breath, until she felt him start to rub her with a soapy rag. That brought about fresh struggles as he left no part unwashed. Thanks to Ggio�s order, she was unable to stop him from manhandling her. The only thing she was free to wag was her tongue and she let Itsuki-san know exactly what she thought of the situation. He didn�t seem happy about the order either, but he�d probably seen what had happened to the servants who defied the manor�s new owners and didn�t want to press his luck.

Ggio returned just as the keeper used the second half of the jug to rinse away the soap. The rough towel he used to dry her carried the scent of dog hair and Soi Fon tried not to sneeze. The setting of her arm was harrowing. Itsuki had plopped her on a wooden stool and she was grateful for that small bit of foresight, because when he pushed the two halves of the broken bone into alignment, her legs gave out. The pain was blinding and she gave into the urge to scream while he braced her limb with pieces of wood and tightly-wound fabric. Lesser pains followed as the kennel master rubbed her newly-cleaned wounds with salve from a disreputable-looking box and bandaged them.

By the time he finished with her, Soi Fon was close to passing out. In desperation, she tried to focus on something other than the man�s ministrations. Out of the corner of her eye, she spied Ggio leaning against the door jamb, holding something white. Once the keeper declared that he was done and her vision cleared, she noticed the Arrancar�s cheeks were ashen. He was also absently rubbing his upper arm and flexing his fingers. Soi Fon didn�t understand why; he ought to be gloating about her broken arm. Then she decided it didn�t matter. His silence suited her.

The bundle he carried turned out to be a white, cotton yukata, the kind worn by prisoners. He threw it at her and she caught it with her good arm. It wasn�t exactly adequate protection from the cold, but it was better than nothing. She pulled it on with great difficulty. Itsuki had to help slide one sleeve over her splinted arm, but once that was done he fashioned a sling out of a few clean rags for her. He then directed her to an empty pen and opened the door so that she could crawl into it. While she�d been fumbling with her new clothing, he�d put down a thick layer of clean straw and piled more in the corner. It wasn�t much protection from the cold and nothing could disguise the pungent smell of dog urine soaked into the concrete below, but it was better than nothing.

Too tired to do anything else, she collapsed into the scratchy bed and tried to figure out how she would cope with the chilly night air. Her teeth began to chatter and she started to shiver, which wasn�t a good sign. Maybe if she could burrow under the straw, she�d stop shaking long enough to curse Ggio, Barragan and Aizen with the foulest profanity she knew.

The thud of footsteps on the floor stopped just outside of the kennel bars. Soi Fon raised her head, preparing to tell whoever it was to fuck off when something heavy landed in the straw near her.

�Here,� she heard Ggio say sullenly. �Be ready for tomorrow � His Majesty doesn�t like to be kept waiting.�

She stared at the blanket for a moment, not quite understanding why he�d given it to her at all. However, another bout of shivering decided things and she reached for it. Pulling it around her shoulders, she lay down again and turned her face to the wall. When she didn�t thank him, he huffed and stalked out, presumably back to the main house.

If he thought this was over, she fumed as she hunched further into the blanket, he was mistaken. Soi Fon vowed that she would do everything within her power to cast off the chains with which he�d imprisoned her. Once she was free, she�d make him pay for everything he�d put her through and then some. Whatever and however long it took, she�d find a way to behead and skin the alley cat, using the most torturous method at her disposal.

Then she�d turn his unworthy hide into a rug for her office and use his pelt to warm her feet.

As usual, I love those that took the time to review. Regrettably, I am suffering the lovely Post Partum Depression. This is about the same time it hit after my son too so yeah for that /sob. I need to go write something fluffy or something, but I am certain that would one of the many signs of the apocalypse.
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