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Captive Sacrifice	By : c0p13r Category: Bleach > General Views: 13022 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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The Demonstration
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            “Oi, wake up, Shinigami!”
            Ichigo groaned weakly. His eyes cracked open as though they had been closed for days. The light stung, but the room was reasonably dim. There were vague figures accompanying him in the plain room of dull-green walls, but his vision was taking a while to clear the fuzz. In front of him leered a pair of eyes of different colors: one blue and the other hazel. It was the horned Arrancar, smirking at him and pressing his brow with her fingertip. With a low chuckle, she welcomed him; to where, she did not say.
            “Ichigo!” The high-pitched voice of Neliel brought him alert, and he looked past Apacci to the opposite side of the room. His jaw clenched and his cheeks flared with the color of blood. Neliel was – for the most part – unharmed, save for a bruise or two from her earlier scuffle with Tier Halibel. That much, Ichigo could be relieved about. The same could not be said for her shackled state, chains latching strongly to her wrists and ankles, anchoring her to the wall with no more than an inch of freedom. For someone of her strength to be incapable of escape implied the chains’ durability.
            She had been stripped, completely bare to the eye, and Ichigo could not help but notice. Her breasts dangled large and heavy, without her tattered shroud; luscious, pink nipples capped the globes and were hard from the bracing atmosphere. At the center of her breast, just an inch or two beneath her collarbone, there was a clean, thorough displacement of her flesh and bone: her Hollow hole. Southward, her stomach exhibited a small show of taut muscle groups, and not much lower than that was the border of her pubic mound. Green curls looked like soft moss crowning her sex, the gentle patch split by her labia.
            It was a sad, humiliating state to be in, yet when Ichigo’s eyes met hers, she lit up with tearful joy. “You’re okay! Ichigo, I’m so glad!” She was half-laughing, half-sobbing from her jubilation.
            Whether or not he was safe didn’t matter to him. On impulse, he made an attempt to run at her and break her free from her chains; it was the first time he noticed that he was also chained up, wrists and ankles caught by manacles no different than Neliel’s. He pulled at the bondage. Frantically, he fought against it, roaring with rage and exclaiming Neliel’s name. Raw reishi began to flare around him, black flames laced with red.
            He was slugged across the face by Apacci, quelling his swelling power-up. Neliel quickly cried a protest. She tested the limits of her bondage, but tragically, they exceeded her own. Her struggles were in vain, no matter her desperation and strength. Apacci, ignoring the former Trecera’s cries, continued several times more to pummel Ichigo in the face and stomach before she was satisfied and he was out of breath. He coughed and trembled, a trickle of blood and saliva oozing from the corner of his now-busting lip. Grabbing a fistful of his bright hair, Apacci yanked him violently to meet his eye. “You’re in no position to be saving anyone, dumbass,” she told him with a wicked smirk. Her other hand came up and squeezed Ichigo’s cheeks until his lips looked like those of a fish. “Halibel-sama won’t let you escape. Don’t even kid yourself.”
            She shoved away from Ichigo, leaving him annoyed and hopeless. Vainly, he tried to find some leeway in his bondage. His efforts began to annoy the hotheaded Arrancar of Halibel’s fracción again. While she had planned to sit on Halibel’s luxurious bed, Ichigo’s clamoring chains were too bothersome to ignore. She rectified his zeal with a swift punch to his gut; he would’ve completely doubled over if his bonds allowed him the slack to do so. Neliel yelped as though she had been the one who was struck. She almost wept when she saw Ichigo in pain.
            “Keep it down!” Apacci snapped, wheeling to Halibel-sama’s prize capture. “Halibel-sama will return in a little bit. She just went to go seek an audience with Aizen-sama.” She smirked when Ichigo’s gaze lifted. “We need to know what to do with the two of you. That princesa you rescued has already been returned to him. No doubt, she will be punished for trying to escape.” Though it wasn’t actually Orihime who tried to escape; she was just forced along with Grimmjow. If anything, he would be the one to receive the actual punishment.
            Whatever the case, Ichigo was furious. All of his work and suffering had come up short, and left him worse than when the whole ordeal began. Not only was Orihime in the clutches of Aizen, but Rukia and Chad were still out there, injured to the point of death. And who knew where the hell Ishida and Renji ended up? With any luck, the two of them could somehow save everyone. Ichigo wouldn’t rely on it, though; not out of lack of faith, but out of an instinctual obligation to help everybody himself.
            He growled mightily as he began to pull at the chains again. The effort he showed startled Apacci, and even though he was bound in unbreakable chains, she was wary. His Zanpakuto wasn’t with him, hidden underneath the churning white sands of Hueco Mundo; Halibel hadn’t brought it with them when she carried him and Neliel over her shoulders.
            Powerful reiatsu filled the room, increasing the pressure significantly. Apacci was not afraid, for it was not the boy who was producing such an incredible presence. It belonged to the Espada that just walked into her chamber, followed by Mila Rose and Sung-Sun. Halibel had not yet sealed her Resurrección, but had left her shark-fang sword in a corner of the room, deciding it to be cumbersome while in a meeting with Aizen-sama.
            The scantly-dressed Espada stood at the front of the room, eyeing both of her captives. The perspiration on the Shinigami was evidence that he hoped to escape with brute force. Unfortunately for him, Szayelaporro Granz had manufactured those metal links and cuffs, and he was a scientist who did his job well; they truly were chains that were near unbreakable, requiring power nothing short of the Hogyoku’s status to sever the them.
            When Halibel had left, neither of the captured enemies was awake. Halibel had expected a bit more of a commotion, but Neliel and the boy seemed a bit more coolheaded than that. Casually, she strode to the middle of the room as her fracción regrouped near Ichigo; they had been ordered not to approach Neliel. Halibel was getting ready to tell her captives what Aizen had in store for them. Would it be death for Ichigo and another forced servitude for Neliel? With the ex-captain of the Fifth Squad, there was no telling what he had planned.
            “Aizen-sama has given me full charge over your fates,” Halibel announced, her green eyes shifted over to Ichigo. “I had expected him to request to bring you to him, but it seems that it isn’t necessary; he cares naught for your fate.” That was an insulting statement, Ichigo thought; he remembered with Ulquiorra had told him something similar. “Therefore, you will stay with me until I decide otherwise.”
            The Espada’s attention now went to the naked Arrancar, chained up and helpless. Neliel gulped when she saw those predatory eyes upon her body, gazing at her like a hungry shark approaching a defenseless prey. “I will not kill you,” Halibel said before the first step was taken towards Neliel. “You’ve sacrificed much to come where you are. I understand that well. But now, you are mine to do with as I see fit.”
            Neliel sulked and recoiled as much as she could when Halibel came face to face. While they were both powerful, Neliel still had the mentality of a child and could easily be intimidated when there was no way to fight back. When Halibel moved an inch closer, her captive flinched with a whimper; the cold mask remnants covering Halibel’s the tips of her breasts brushed against Neliel’s exposed ones, causing them to tingle from the chill.
            “Then what are you going to do with us?” shouted Ichigo from the other side of the room. At the very least, he wanted to get Halibel away from Neliel. The busty blonde rotated to face him, eyes cold and undaunted. “Are you just going to leave us like this?”
            His insolence was reward with a backhand slap from Apacci, who admonished him for speaking in such a tone to Halibel-sama. Though it hurt, Ichigo ignored the red mark on his cheek and continued to glare at Halibel. “I’ll get out of here,” he swore to her. “And I’ll get Nel out of here, too. Even if I have to do it with my bare hands. I’ll save Rukia, Chad, Orihime, and anyone else you Espada hurt!”
            Covering her subtle grin behind her sleeve, Sung-Sun gazed off to the side while her cohorts fumed with anger. “My, my, this boy does have high aspirations. This must be what they call sleep-talking with your eyes open,” she mused. “He doesn’t realize that all of his friends have been captured.” Her pale-violet eyes turned to Ichigo when he looked at her, wide-eyed and startled. “Oh, my. Have you not felt it? Your friends have all been defeated by the Espada. Szayelaporro has been given permission to study the specimens until he is done with them. Did you not know?”
            Ichigo’s vigor returned ten-fold. His roar echoed throughout the corridors of Halibel’s barracks as he fought against the chains. White reiatsu exploded from him as he pulled on his arms. The efforts were commendable, but without his Zanpakuto and being only in his Shikai stage, he couldn’t muster the strength to even challenge the durability of Szayelaporro’s shackles. Defeated after several minutes of putting on a stirring show for Halibel and her fracción, he fell limp, muscles aching and humiliation consuming him as Apacci and Mila Rose insulted his attempts to break free.
            “Apacci, Mila Rose, that’s enough,” Halibel said. She wasn’t one to indulge in torture and humiliation as her fracción usually did. “The boy cannot go anywhere, but he still tries. That is a commendable spirit. Aizen-sama has given him to me, but has instructed that I do not kill him unless he escapes. I won’t have you trying to provoke him.”
            Mila Rose and Apacci lowered their heads like a pair of ashamed children. When Sung-Sun commented on the comparison, the two screamed at her and had to seriously control themselves to keep from attacking her.
            They could bicker amongst themselves; Halibel had other things to attend to as she laid eyes upon Neliel once again. Neliel swallowed hard when the shadow of the current Third Espada fell over her. “What are you going to do?” she asked meekly.
            Halibel dipped down until her mouth was almost on Neliel’s, and she breathed in a husky voice, “I am going to admire you, ‘Former Trecera’.” With the greatest of care, as though Neliel would bruise under any forceful pressure, Halibel connected their lips. Neliel tried to exclaim at this sudden kiss, but the moment her mouth opened, Halibel’s tongue slipped into her mouth to explore. It ran over the bare gums at the front of Neliel’s bottom jaw, over her surprisingly-sharp canines, and finally touched her tongue, running over its surface, twirling about it in a smooth and slippery caress. Neliel’s saliva sent a pleasant tingling feeling over Halibel’s oral muscle, a result of its healing powers.
            The argument of the fracción halted when they took notice of the lip-lock. Not that they were surprised, for they had guessed that their mistress had something like this planned since the very beginning. Why else would Neliel not be given some sort of clothing? Halibel was held great attraction to the same sex, thinking of most men as inferior beasts of single-minded lust and incompetence. It wasn’t unusual for her to make love to one of her fracción on her bed while the other two watched or joined; a lot of the time, it usually just became Halibel coupling with Sung-Sun, as Apacci and Mila Rose would usually break out into argument about who would get to be with Halibel first.
            Apacci folded her arms as she watched her Halibel-sama tend to Neliel’s lips with the utmost care. Smirking, she turned to Ichigo to witness his reaction; his jaw was dropped and his eyes seemed to bug out from the sight. “Looks like you’re going to get to watch a good show, Shinigami,” she proclaimed, pushing up on Ichigo’s chin to close his gaping mouth. His mind had run blank while the sight of Halibel kissing and caressing the nude Halibel was forever etched into his memory.
            Whimpering as her lips were left moist and puckered from Halibel’s sweet kiss, Neliel shivered from the anxiety that was welling up within her. The dark-skinned Espada had begun to remove her gloves and gauntlets so that she may touch Neliel’s curvy body without any barriers. With hands bare, she traced her fingers down from the dip of Neliel’s collarbone, over her narrow Hollow hole, down to the deep valley between her heaving breasts. After passing through the cleavage, the hand opened to cup the left breast and lift.
            Neliel winced when Halibel craned her neck to slowly bring her warm lips around the stiff, pink nipple. “Stop,” the helpless Espada whimpered, unsure if she could actually bear another sexual assault from Halibel. Whatever protests she could give went unheeded as Halibel rolled the tip of her tongue over the rigid nub. She traced the light-colored areola before isolating her lips only on the puckered tip. She drew hungrily on the tit, eyes slowly closing as she listened to the soft moans rising from Neliel’s throat. Though she tried to fight it, Neliel could not deny how good it felt to have Halibel treating her sensitive breasts so tenderly.
            “Stop it!” Ichigo had finally found his voice, though his face was aglow with a bright blush. He pulled at his bondage, snarling as he helplessly watched Halibel violate Neliel. Even as he shouted at her, she didn’t regard him. “Leave her alone, you bitch! You…!”
            Both Apacci and Mila Rose struck him simultaneously as punishment for insulting Halibel. After Apacci beat in his stomach with two punches and a strike from her elbow, Mila Rose gripped the front of his shirt, almost plucking his feet from the floor. “You bastard, how dare you shout at Halibel-sama? Haven’t you realized that you’re at our mercy? Halibel-sama is gracious to not carve you and your pal in half. If it were up to me, I’d rip you to shreds for speaking so rudely to her!”
            Ichigo could hardly hear the warnings given to him, too focused on the dreading look on Neliel’s face as Halibel continued to lap at her breasts. To just watch as his friend was humiliated was more excruciating than any battle he’d had to date.
            Halibel’s teeth grazed the breast in her mouth before departing from it. Her hand took the place of her orifice, groping the saliva-smeared bosom, her thumb bumping roughly against the nipple. Neliel squirmed against the caresses, pleading for Halibel to end this. “I’ve told you; I have been given charge of you and the Shinigami. I shall do as I see fit with you,” Halibel explained to her. To demonstrate her control, she nudged her knee in between Neliel’s thighs to press up against her moistening pubic mound; Neliel tensed and bit her lower lip to keep from uttering a sound. “If you wish to resist me, it will be the boy who will be punished for it.” Briefly, Halibel glanced over her shoulder at her subordinates. Apacci smirked at her, knowing that she was given permission to do what she wished to the Shinigami boy.
            “Try it,” dared Ichigo, sneering defiantly at Halibel. His hands had tightened into fists that could turn coal into diamonds. “You can do your worst to me, Espada. Just leave Nel alone.”
            Halibel rotated a bit more to him. “Your bravery is noble,” she observed, “but it’s meaningless to sacrifice you when no good will come to you because of it. The former Trecera will still be captive, and so will you. Do you simply wish to escape your fate through death? I’ve already told you that Aizen-sama has forbidden such extremes unless you escape.”
            To her refusal to leave Neliel alone, Ichigo could only cuss irritably. Apacci slapped him and told him that this process could be a bit more enjoyable if he kept his trap shut. There were ways to ensure his silence, she promised him, but they were quite bloody.
            Green eyes returned to Neliel. Neliel didn’t try to mask the worry and concern for the one who had ‘saved’ her from boredom and acted as the catalyst for her to revert to her adult form. He hadn’t taken his eyes from hers, feelings and pangs of despair flooding the brown orbs.
            Before Neliel even realized it, Halibel had pressed up against her, hands gliding over her ribcage and moving south until she gripped Neliel’s waist. “No world is without sacrifice,” Halibel breathed into her ear. “It is the worth of that sacrifice that deems what we can keep.” She moved back a pace, giving the captive a good look as she reached for the slender mask-coverings of her breasts’ tips. They detached easily from her collar, and she took both away, exposing her full chest to Neliel; the chest plates were set aside to join her gloves and gauntlets.
            Her bust was almost as impressive as Neliel’s. Now that she was topless, she pressed forward, huge breasts mashing with pale ones, and joined in with a kiss once again while she curled her fingers into Neliel’s wavy locks; she took a moment to stroke the horned skull-mask, its cold surface numbing her hand slightly. When she brought that hand down to Neliel’s neck, the captive shivered.
            The kiss ended with a soft sigh from Halibel, whose anxiousness was beginning to show. Feather-light kisses trailed down Neliel’s front, detouring around her breast’s hole; only once did she veer completely off track to dote a nipple with a careful peck.
            Her southbound journey went on, passing down the deliciously round underside of the breast. She ran her tongue in circles around Neliel’s navel, earning small, gasping moans from the recipient. Was she really that sensitive?
            When Halibel’s brushing lips neared the treasure at the juncture of quivering legs, Neliel started to breathe heavier. Her tits jiggled a little from her extremely-labored breathing. Possessive fingers had been one thing – even if they had been the first to ever touch there; to think of Halibel’s mouth venturing to that spot as well practically made Neliel turn to mush. She would’ve already been strewn across the floor by now if not for the chains holding her up.
            Halibel was not about to give into the secret desires of the woman so soon. Instead of going lower, she simply nuzzled the green hair that tickled lightly over her semi-puckered lips. A hot breath of desire crashed over Neliel’s warming sex like the tide of a roaring ocean.
            Ichigo could feel his heart racing with his eyes centered on the blond head at Neliel’s groin. Why the hell did he have to be subjected to this? It was torture enough that he could do naught to save anyone, but now he had to bear witness to the consequences of his failure and weakness. Neliel… He would do anything to remove her from this place, leave her in peace in the void of Hueco Mundo, and suffer the Third Espada’s anger.
            Perhaps what he hated even more than his weakness was his body… In spite of his feelings, his primal urges were not based on chivalry, decency, or appropriate timing. The boisterous motions of Neliel’s heavy tits as she jerked and buckled in place stirred the interest of sight, which quickly awoke arousal. Flushing when he felt his pants tightening around a specific area, Ichigo growled and tried to fight down those damned feelings that plagued him regardless of circumstance.
            “I haven’t seen Halibel-sama like this in a long time,” Mila Rose commented with a fist on her hip. She leered wryly at Ichigo, sure that she could hear his pulse hammering away in his veins. The crimson of his face was a dead giveaway of how this sight was affecting him; when she glanced down at his groin, she caught sight of something a bit more incriminating. The snicker she gave was full of mischief, but it was when her bountiful chest pressed up against his side that he could no longer choose to ignore her. Her sadistic smirk was almost flush with his cheek, and he came close to crying out in shock when her hand ghosted along his crotch. “How about we take a look at what’s going on down here?”
            Apacci, overhearing the suggestion, approached Ichigo from the front. Tauntingly, she stroked under his chin with her forefinger like she was petting a tamed cat. “What do ya say, Shinigami? Let’s see how small you are.”
            “Hey! What the hell are you doing?” Ichigo began to shake uncontrollably as both Apacci and Mila Rose went to work untying the sash keeping his hakama pants up. He tried kicking, but he was too securely fastened to the floor to actually attempt a successful, warding attack. “Stop! Get away!” He thrashed against them, which only stalled the undressing for a few seconds. His fighting spirit was silenced when the third fracción caught him from behind, her draping sleeve covering his mouth. From the opposite sleeve, the fatally-sharp point of a scythe gleamed at him from just beneath his left eye socket; there wasn’t enough showing to give him an accurate assumption of the weapon, but it was far more than enough to assure him that it was a weapon indeed.
            “Acting so aggressive looks so pathetic when there is no point to it,” Sung-Sun told him. Though she would not participate in disrobing Ichigo, she found his protests distracting while she watched Halibel ravage Neliel’s body. “If you are silent, it’ll end rather painlessly.”
            Ichigo shouted urgently one last time against Sung-Sun’s palm when he felt the hem of his pants slacken greatly after the white sash was yanked away from him. Apacci laughed at him, ready to verbally prey on his size as she took hold of his pants and undergarments to bring them both down in a quick swipe. When she finally did, she was swatted at the chin as Ichigo’s erection was finally allowed to stand up at full mast. Whatever insults she had prepared for his diminutive were utterly dismissed when she actually had the chance to measure him up. He certainly had some mass to be proud of, though it was not freakishly large. The length reached almost to eight inches; Apacci could’ve sworn it must’ve reached even longer.
            “Big,” she breathed as Ichigo’s member hovered over her. She looked over to Mila Rose to see her expression; the Amazonian couldn’t form a word while gaping at the surprisingly-huge cock, one of the biggest she’d ever seen. Even Sung-Sun couldn’t keep herself from peeking around Ichigo to see his manhood; her raised hand covered her surprised look.
            Worried amidst their collective silence, Ichigo swallowed hard, not knowing what would happen next. Sweat coated his body, making his top layers of clothes feel uncomfortable and sticky. With his tender area exposed, the possibilities to inflict pain upon him had grown. He could do nothing but accept whatever pain the three fracción had in store for him.
            At this time, Halibel was carefully rubbing Neliel’s right leg. Her hands moved along the smooth and taut skin, lips brushing so delicately across the inner thigh. Neliel’s breath had become nothing more than a series of short hiccups. Halibel’s lips neared the quivering opening that very much anticipated contact – in spite of Neliel’s protests – and yet, Halibel was cruel and controlled enough to leave her wanting. When contact actually did happen, Neliel felt like she would cum then and there. Halibel’s fingertips danced in practiced movements up and down the moist labia. Tenderly, she spread the pink folds wide. Neliel whined as her pussy was teased by talented fingers. She quaked and her knees buckled violently when a digit slowly slipped inside. Neliel’s bound hands tightened into fists, her head drooping as she panted heavily, the pink insignia across the bridge of her nose highlighted as her cheeks flushed deep crimson. A veil of wavy, sea-green hair covered one side of her face.
            Halibel withdrew her middle finger from Neliel’s depths, wiping away the glistening fluid with a long, thorough suckle of her mouth. And then she put her mouth against Neliel’s dripping snatch, the tip of her nose nuzzling the bundle of nerves above the slit. Though Neliel was crying and telling her to stop, her hips wouldn’t stop grinding against Halibel’s mouth and flexing tongue. It was so wrong, but Neliel couldn’t keep herself from moving her hips, particularly when she felt the oral muscle penetrate her and wriggle violently to sample her juices.
            Halibel didn’t linger for long at Neliel’s cunt, though she did depart with passionate kisses. Her tender pecks began to run across Neliel’s waist, and the ensnared Arrancar suddenly became more anxious when she felt the lips moving along her plump ass, and it wasn’t long before Halibel was trekking along the crevice of her buttocks. When Halibel brought her hands up to cup the gelatinous flesh of her butt, Neliel’s muscles clenched instinctively, though she couldn’t keep Halibel from her prize when she forcibly parted the tightened fissure.
            “No! No! Not there,” protested Neliel. She tried to pull away, but Halibel was resistant and held her in place. The blond Espada ignored all cries as she lapped at the deep fissure. As her tongue busied itself with lazy stroke, her hands groped the taut, yet supple flesh and kept the crevice spread for her convenience. Having that region split wide so that everything was on display felt even more shameful than when Halibel’s tongue was dancing through her slick folds. Neliel could hardly breathe as that sensitive area was tickled by Halibel’s tongue. The crack of her ass was methodically pasted with slick saliva that sent chills up Neliel’s spine. However, only one point remained untouched, like the anticipated dessert after a glorious feast.
            Then, the slithering tongue’s direction took a certain and straight course. Neliel arched with an extended squeal when her backside’s hole became the primary focus of Halibel’s mouth. She flicked the tip of her tongue across the pucker before latching her mouth around it. Neliel felt the roiling of disgust in her stomach, but the odd sensation also made her all a tingle. Her toes curled and she felt the channel of her sex convulse.
            “Ahn!” She jerked, arching her back profoundly and tossing her head back; Halibel’s persistently-probing tongue had gained enough leverage to wedge into her body. Again, she jerked enough for her heavy breasts to bounce. The tongue flexing within her generated different sensations than when it was wriggling within her vagina; it tickled more than it pleasured. She huffed and gasped, trying to endure the fierce and new sensations that she’d never imagined before.
            Halibel tended to that region a while longer before she had her fill. Her tongue slipped languidly from the offended hole, allowing it to clench up once again. Hands continued to grope the fleshy cheeks of Neliel’s backside, even as Halibel rose back up and pressed her front tightly against Neliel’s back. Lust practically radiated from the dark-skinned Arrancar while she molested her blushing prisoner. Ass, waist, stomach, and bust; the Trecera’s hands fondled it all as if to memorize every millimeter of Neliel’s suppleness. Her face nuzzled into the green waves of Neliel’s mane, breathing in deep her unique scent in a way that had the captive experiencing fierce chills.
            Those possessive hands came away to glide down her own curves until they found the clasp of her bone skirt. It fell down her long shapely legs and clattered around her feet. Her blond pelvis ground against Neliel’s backside to relay her mounting need for relief. From her heightened anticipation, her nether lips were engorged and glistening with her arousal.
            “Apacci,” she murmured, green eyes glancing idly over to the one-horned fracción still teasing the Shinigami boy’s cock. Apacci brought her attention from the captivating erection to regard her leader. Halibel gave one simple order to her: “Bring my sword.”
            Apacci complied immediately with an obedient “Yes, Halibel-sama!” As though Ichigo’s appendage was no longer a source of entertainment, she leapt to her feet – Mila Rose was quick to claim the manhood all to herself – and headed to collect the large shark-fin Halibel had left in the opposite corner of the room. Being of a lesser build of the Espada, Apacci had to carry it with both hands to Halibel. She bowed slightly as the massive weapon was passed on, and she retreated a few steps; there was a gleam in her different-colored eyes that Neliel saw and did not enjoy.
            The warmth of Halibel’s body moved away from Neliel’s back, but the green-haired Arrancar feared that their separation was not to last long. Trembling, not risking a glance back at the Espada, she pulled with all her might against her bonds. The reiatsu-resistant metal creaked slightly, but it was not even close to budging.
            “As a former Espada,” murmured the dark-skinned blonde, “you should be aware of the connection and manipulation we can accomplish with our blades. With the right handling…” She separated her feet rather indecently, brazen about how her crotch was opened up. Before her groin came her weapon, held steady with both hands. The point headed towards the ceiling in an acute angle. “… we may even make our weapons an extension of ourselves, of our desires.”
            Both Neliel and Ichigo watched attentively, unable to help their dreading curiosity.
            “Unir, Tiburón.”
            There was a demonstration of yellow power. It wasn’t particularly threatening, but it did keep both captives on guard. Halibel stood at the center of the condensed reiatsu, though her appearance didn’t alter in the slightest; Ichigo had feared that there might even be a stage beyond and stronger than the standard Resurrección. Her wild and braided hair flourished in the power-up. In a blinding flash that made Neliel and the Shinigami boy wince, the reiatsu settled, and Halibel’s Tiburón was gone. In its place – much to the dismay of the prisoners – from the crest of her slit, jutted a very erect, very large penis. Hardly standing on par with Ichigo’s own piece, it still boasted a proud size as it throbbed and pumped out a dollop of pre-cum. White mask pieces – resembling those of fish bones – traveled down the length of the shaft, complimenting the phallus with stimulant-inducing grooves.
            Ichigo was flabbergasted. Even in his current predicament, there was no real denial about Halibel’s desirability, but with this ‘addition’ to her sex… It set off more than a few alarm bells in his head.
            A slender hand came up to encase the cock, pumping it smoothly, making the foreskin roll up slightly over the swollen tip. Her essence leaked over her fingers, clinging like spider-webs. Bringing her hand up, she locked eyes with Neliel – whose jaw was slack after Halibel’s modifications – and had her watch her tongue lap up the transparent fluid.
            When she had her fill, her green eyes went over to her remaining girls. “Mila Rose, Sung-Sun, adjust the restraints.”
            At once, with an obedient call, the two Arrancar abandoned Ichigo to tend to Halibel’s order. Ichigo would’ve preferred otherwise; if there was a way to keep the focus on him to leave Neliel in peace, he surely would’ve taken it. However, since the beginning, the Third Espada showed no interest in him and all interest in her predecessor. He fought at his chains, but he did nothing more than cause an easily-ignored commotion.
            Chains were rerouted, forcing Neliel to bend forward despite how she protested and yanked against the shackles. The bed she was now forced to prostrate herself upon was indeed comfortable, yet she would rather stand for another year. She’d never felt so mortified as when her hindquarters were upright, presenting herself so lewdly for Halibel’s eyes to feast upon. She was too ashamed to even look up, knowing Ichigo was bound not too far in front of her.
            Ichigo wheezed her name, but she did not heed him. A part of him was glad that she didn’t; he hadn’t any clue of what he could say to comfort her.
            Halibel took her position behind Neliel. Her erection was directed to the slippery folds of Neliel’s sex, an involuntary reaction on Neliel’s part after the earlier tonguing. She was prepped, but it still took a bit of force to wedge into the virgin passage. With a sigh of elation and a sharp gasp from her captive, Halibel stabbed into Neliel’s maidenhood. As expected, the way was narrow and pleasurable for Halibel as she crept into the prisoner’s core.
            Smooth hands claimed Neliel, brown flesh gliding against cream, gripping her sides tenderly, but also passionately. It all felt amplified for the poor Arrancar. Her body disloyally swallowed every bit of Halibel’s piece, albeit with some difficulty. Undulating walls gripped, parted, and smeared over the invader up until it came to rest against her cervix. Even then, Halibel pressed, gasping herself at the feeling of filling Neliel Tu Odelschwanck. The gift of having a cock had never been so appreciated before.
            For a time, she remained still, allowing the tunnel to adjust to her size and unique shape; the mask fragments did generate some source of pleasure, but Neliel also found it – among many things in this predicament – uncomfortable and unwanted. Slowly, the female’s cock drew back. Neliel’s voice reverberated with a moan of unwanted pleasure.
            Eyes green and glimmering watched as the penis re-sheathed itself into the tight-fitting orifice. She was an Espada of sacrifice, but for Neliel, she was greed and intoxication. Impatiently, she threw herself against the receiver’s back end, charging her cock hard against the end of Neliel’s vagina and eliciting a wail of pain from her. With the momentum of her harder thrusts, those heavy breasts flourished. Sweat had begun to pour down her frame, giving her an erotic glow as she meshed her hips again and again with Neliel’s.
            It wasn’t long before Halibel’s cock was practically gliding in and out of Neliel; the tunnel had become rather accommodating after a few more pronounced thrusts. The wet squelching every time they joined was proof of the abundant lubrication helping the Trecera move within the recently-deflowered snatch.
            “G-good,” breathed the blonde woman, strands of flaxen hair clinging to her sweaty brow. She’d not had such a tight woman, not since she first claimed her fracción after gaining their humanoid forms. Having such a delight after so long of familiar bodies was very welcome, and Halibel intended to indulge.
            Neliel forced her face down into the mattress as her body rocked back and forth. Trying to stifle her incriminating moans, she bit down on the sheets with the corner of her mouth. Every nerve ending within her being felt on fire, yet her body craved to be consumed by those flames. It took quite a bit of mental fortitude – which was strained even more when frazzling with sexual stimulation – to keep her hips from bucking back against Halibel.
            From his position, Ichigo watched with difficulty as Neliel was fucked almost savagely. Whenever Halibel’s groin collided with Neliel’s ass, he could see ripples from the impact. There were times when Neliel would arch her back and Ichigo could see the deep crevice of her cleavage; her eyes remained tightly closed the entire time. It was wretched, but Ichigo was perhaps more infuriated with himself. His erection refused to lose its potency.
            The lusciousness of Neliel’s backside certainly did not escape the keen watch of the woman currently pounding into her. Both of her palms latched onto either cheek, firming massaging them against Neliel’s gasping, embarrassed protests. The crevice was inevitably spread – costing some focus and force to her thrusts – exposing the tight centre between. Halibel’s left thumb stretched out to nudge the pucker. She stroked that area, making hints of penetrating, but never following through.
            In the meantime, Halibel’s right hand moved from Neliel’s posterior to reach underneath and seek her pubic mound. Her target was Neliel’s clit, erect above her parted lips. She fingered it nimbly and thoroughly, effectively bringing Neliel to her climax. Again, the green-haired Arrancar unleashed a powerful sob. Control of her body was lost; buckling, backward thrusts met the caresses and thrusts of Halibel, all the while clenching around the phallus still moving fervently within her pussy. Neliel curled her fingers and clawed at the bed, wheezing with the rush brought on by her orgasm.
            Quick to follow, unable to withstand those already-taut walls clamping even more around her, Halibel seized. A few gasps and moans bubbled up while she desperately – and failingly – tried to maintain her tempo. It was for naught, and she went still and rigid with a quiet, but heavy exhale. Synthetic semen was fed into Neliel’s womb, gushing again and again. Neliel felt the genetic paste be whisked within her when Halibel made a few more jabs in and out of her, draining her load in its entirety.
            Deep impressions of Halibel’s fingernails were left in the creamy flesh of Neliel’s waist; were it not for the former Espada’s hierro, the clutch would’ve likely torn skin with such strength. Halibel’s head dipped slightly as she wheezed, trembling slightly and jerking her hips to finish depositing her load within Neliel.
            Finishing up and dripping with satisfaction, Halibel began to extract herself from Neliel’s convulsing crevice. A small spillage of her essence flowed, though the bulk of the load remained inside of the cast-out Espada. Halibel felt nothing but satisfaction from pounding her precursor to the title Tres Espada. It was nothing like a grudge, but the dark-skinned Arrancar was still pleased to have gone through with it and reduce Neliel Tu Odelschwanck to a quivering, sweaty mess.
            The toll of being in her Resurrección form made her waver. She caught herself before she showed any signs of fatigue, though she did lightly touch a hand to her temple. Casting a glance to Apacci – who had been enthusiastically watching her beloved Espada the entire time – Halibel said in her husky voice, “Clean the former Trecera. I want her ready at all times.” Her predatory gaze then shifted to Ichigo; he matched her glare with amplified scorn. He did not matter to her, though. He was detained solely because Aizen-sama wished it. “Do what you will to the Shinigami,” she permitted coldly. Her stride was smooth as she headed for the door, despite her failing strength. “Be sure not to injure him, though. He is still Aizen-sama’s property.”
            As the Trecera took her leave, Apacci grinned arrogantly at Ichigo. She took a brisk pace to stand before Ichigo; she was sure to keep enough space between her body and his jutting cock. Her eyes looked him over, taking an amused note of how angry and helpless he sounded when he growled softly at her. He wouldn’t have even been able to frighten a mouse away in the pathetic state he was in, let alone one of the cheekiest Arrancar in Aizen’s army.
            “Halibel-sama said you’re all ours now, Shinigami,” she berated him. He cursed at her, but she hardly cared. His insults were unlike Mila Rose’s or Sung-Sun’s; they merely rolled off of her shoulders. She was in control here, and he would know it. He tensed with a sharp hiss when a strong fist grabbed his engorged cock. Apacci squeezed him tight before giving him a sensual tug, pushing out a bead of his pre-cum. “You’re still this hard?” she teased him, pleased to have caused his head to drop dishonorably. “Did you enjoy watching your friend get fucked by Halibel-sama?”
            At his right, Ichigo heard the slimmest Arrancar sing behind her lifted sleeve, “What a shameful pervert. He has no sense of decency, does he?” He did not see her lavender eyes leering at him; he could feel them, though, like the gaze of a snake.
            “It’d be shameful for Halibel-sama to see him in this state again,” jested the short Arrancar still latching onto his throbbing cock. Slowly and picking up the pace, her fist began to pump the rigid piece. Ichigo could not help grunting and gasping. She was rough with him, but the stimulation was overbearing. Weakly, he implored her to stop, but Apacci was deaf to his pleas. Continuing to stroke him, she tested him, “Let’s see how long you can last.”
            “D-dammit,” Ichigo seethed. His face contorted and his lower body tensed, lifting onto his tiptoes. His cock strained before launching its initial blast. The wad easily cleared the distance between him and Halibel’s bed, staining the emerald-green sheets with milky white. Long-guarded abstinence and the fact that he had been so rigid for so long provided a healthy quantity for his ejaculate.
            Apacci’s gloved left hand came up quickly and caught the second blast. She cupped her palm and claimed the third shot as well. By the fourth burst of his ejaculation, her hand began to overflow with her gooey bounty, causing both her and Mila Rose to snicker at his vitality; in his mortal form, he would not have been able to produce so much, but in his Shinigami form, his reiatsu provided an abundance of his essence. He fired off eight impressive rounds before the lesser dribbles were pushed out.
            Apacci scraped her thumb up his tip to collect the lagging traces. Since he had nothing more to offer, she brought her hand up to observe her haul with mocking interest. The overflowing seed saturated her glove and spilled onto the floor; a mess that could be cleaned up later. “You can shoot quite a load, Shinigami,” she complimented him, lifting the pool of his essence up to his face. The pungent scent offended his nostrils. Groaning at the liquid shame he’d filled the Arrancar’s hand with, he turned away, eyes closed. He could cuss at the haughty woman all he wanted, but the fact of the matter was that she drained him of a load that was just begging to be deposited. It hardly took Apacci any effort at all to be milking him into her hand.
            He wasn’t sure what Apacci planned to do with his cum now that she had it, but he doubted that she’d find a towel or something and just clean it all away. Sure enough, she turned around, careful not to spill her cargo more than necessary, and sauntered over to where Neliel was still recovering on the bed. The green-haired beauty barely regarded the smaller Arrancar when she approached, too exhausted after Halibel used her.
            “Oi, former Trecera!” Apacci held out her soiled hand in offering to Neliel’s mouth. “How’d you like a taste of your man’s cum? I’m sure you haven’t had a chance yet while playing around in the desert.”
            Mortified by the white substance pooled in Apacci’s palm, alarmed by what she had sapped from Ichigo’s very loins, Neliel pursed her lips and screwed her eyes shut, blatantly refusing to take part in her twisted game.
            Of course, that was fine by Apacci, though her temper did flare a little as she slapped the helping of Ichigo’s semen over her mouth. She thoroughly smeared it onto the lower part of Neliel’s face, making sure that the scent would linger, as would the taste. Unaccustomed to the unique tang, Neliel cringed and sputtered.
            Apacci stood up straight, smirking spitefully at the flustered woman. Halibel told her otherwise, but it’d give the fracción quite a bit of pleasure to inflict some pain and humiliation of her own upon Neliel. From across the room, Ichigo spat at her, challenging and threatening her; empty words from a man shackled to the wall with no hope of escape.
            Putting her clean hand on her hip, she gave Ichigo her most unpleasant smile. “Don’t you worry, Shinigami. We’re not through with you yet.” She sauntered to the exit; Mila Rose and Sung-Sun were already standing outside the door. “Until Halibel-sama says otherwise, you will be our plaything. But for now, we’ll leave the two of you alone.”
            And alone, they were when the doors closed. The room was left in uncomfortable silence. Neither Ichigo nor Neliel tried to look at the other. They were far too ashamed and feared the judgment or pity in the other’s eyes. And things were certainly going to get much worse before they got any better…
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