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Another Kind of Torture	By : Whackybiscuit Category: Bleach > Het - Male/Female Views: 11463 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter 2: Mila Rose
Gin opened the door to Ichigo's room carrying a large bag in his hand, feeling smug with his trademark smile plastered on his face. His smile got wider as he saw the sleeping substitute snoozing away on the bed under the sheets. His set the bag on the edge of the bed and walked up to Ichigo. Giving him a good gentle shake "Wakey wakey little strawberry," he said.
Ichigo opened his eyes, reality of the situation not setting in to his mind yet. 'Did my alarm clock brake again? It seems too early for sch-' but the thought was cut short when he saw the smirking face of the traitor Gin Ichimaru leering over him. "YOU!"
"Morning!"
Ichigo sat up confused, before realizing that he had the ability to actually sit up. His hands went to his throat, feeling the collar around his throat. At first he thought it had been taken off but apparently his energy was still suppressed. He tried to find where the collar was clasped on, but wasn't able to.
"Hmm, it looks like your body's become adjusted with the suppressor. You should be able to move around now, but I wouldn't try to run. You're body's literally running on fumes. Besides, you can't take it off, that kind of collar only comes off if the one who put it on you takes it off himself, and I don't think Captain Aizen is planning on that. Now," he said while reaching for the bag, "I brought you some things!"
Ichigo was a bit apprehensive, scooting back as Gin reached into the bag. His tenseness faded when he pulled out a white outfit; a shirt and coat with black Tabi. "Exactly what is that supposed to be, Gin. If you tell me that I'm supposed to wear those things, then you're dead wrong!"
Gin tilted his head slightly, the smile still nailed on to his face; if anything it spooked Ichigo even more. "Ah ah ahh, it's either this or nothing at all. Captain Aizen's orders, although I'm sure some of the arrancar would appreciate that. Gin's glee rose even more as he saw the boy's cheeks turn red. "So those are your options, and considering Its Captain Aizen's orders, I think you'd be smart to take the latter.
Ichigo sighed, having no choice but to relent, and reluctantly slipped on the outfit. If he was being honest with himself, he didn't mind the outfit all that much. It simply seemed to be an inversion of his Bankai outfit, replacing the black with white. The only reasoned he didn't care all that much for it was the fact that he didn't want to associate himself with the power-hungry rogue captain and his goon-squad.
"Looks good on you Ichi. Don't worry so much, besides, the color really brings out your eyes! Now come with me." Gin said heading for the door.
"Why? Where are you taking me?"
"To the baths. You are in need of a good wash. I don't need Captain Komamura's nose to smell what's happened on the bed." The substitute might have been behind him but Gin was pretty sure the boy's face had gotten redder. Judging by his stammering Gin figured the boy had a sudden memory flash of what happened earlier.
Ichigo silently, and red as a tomato, followed the man out of the room. As they turned past the seemingly endless turns of corridors, they finally reached their destination. Ichigo asked what had been bothering him for a while, "Where's Zangetsu?
"Oh, Captain Aizen's got it. I'm sure if you're a good boy he'll give it back to you.
"Is this it?"
"Yep! Just head on inside, when your done just head back to your room for now until Captain Aizen decides to pay you a visit."
Ichigo wasn't really looking forward to that, but at least for the moment he could have the moment to relax. Besides, while he was pulling on his new clothes, he could detect the distinct odor of sweat and something that could he could only put down as Sung-Sun's scent, so he was quite glad to give himself a good cleanse. Ichigo stepped into the room and what he saw surprised him. Instead of a regular bathroom it was a Japanese style hot spring. Then again, from what Renji and the others told him, Aizen seemed to favor traditional Japanese culture so he shouldn't be so surprised. Next to the edge of the hot spring was a small bench of sponges and soaps. Ichigo striped out of his new clothing and slowly sank into the warm waters. He sat in the hot spring for a few minutes before another speaker made itself known.
"So, how's the water?"
Ichigo turned to see who the voice belong to and saw who it was. Part of him expected it to be Sung-Sun again, but this time it was another female arrancar. At first he almost mistook her for Yoruichi due to her dark chocolate skin, and the curvaceous figure, but that was where the line was drawn. On her head rested what looked like a three-pronged crown resting on her head. Coupled with the bone-necklace around her throat, Ichigo guess that was her mask fragment. Green eyes bore into him with a look that made Ichigo feel like a piece of meat being sized up. But the one detail that he took in more than anything else was the fact that she was wearing nothing but a white bathrobe about a size smaller than what was required, making her curvy figure show even more.
"What's the matter? Why the expression, little boy? Am I that unattractive to look at?"
Once again Ichigo's gentleman nature kicked in before he could rationalize his words. "No! You're very beautiful, it's just that…." But the words died in his mouth before he could finish them as she undid the tie to her robe, bearing herself in all her sexy glory to the blushing boy sitting in the spring. Ichigo's face went beet red, and not from the hot water he was sitting in. If Sung-Sun was attractive, then this girl was a total bombshell. Firm and full Matusmoto-sized breasts were what caught his eyes first, before his eyes roamed south, seeing her clean-shaven pussy between perfectly toned thighs.
"Like what you see little boy? The name's Mila-Rose, arrancar 55." The naked beauty casually said as she walked over to the hot spring before seating herself a few feet away from the blushing boy. "Ahhhh… I needed this," closing her eyes. She turned her gaze back to the boy, "Turn around."
"Why?"
Mila-rose reached onto the bench and grabbed a sponge. "Certainly you need someone to wash your back of course," giving him an innocent look, "Don't worry, I won't bite." Mila-Rose gave him a caring smile, but Ichigo got the idea that he didn't have much say in the matter and turned his back to her. The lion-like arrancar smiled as she moved closer to the boy. Slowly, she began to scrub his back with the sponge. 'Alright,' she smiled wickedly, 'time to see if this boy's worth Sung-Sun's bragging….
Ichigo sighed contentedly at the feeling of her scrubbing. But when she stopped and he could no longer felt the sponge on his back he felt something much larger press against his back or more specifically, TWO large something's pressing into his back. Dark skin arms reached around him, softly touching his chest. "Wha-what are you doing?" he asked, feeling a weird sense of Deja-vu.
The sexy arrancar brushed her lips next to the startled boy's ear, "I said you needed to be scrubbed. Just sit back and enjoy it," she whispered. Ichigo could feel her start moving herself up and down, dragging her large breasts all across his back. To help add to Ichigo's pleasure, Mila dragged her hands across chest, lightly scratching her nails on his wet skin. She could feel every inch of Ichigo and it was turning her on more and more. She could start to feel her nipples begin to harden with as they ran across Ichigo's tanned back.
Ichigo couldn't believe this was actually happening again. 'What the hell was with these chicks?' He knew that because of the collar he couldn't really stop her even if he tried; and he figured she wouldn't' take no for an answer, so all he could do was sit there and try to push the pleasure from his mind. Unfortunately it was a losing battle, Mila's touch was lighting a fire inside him, and that fire was heading south. As the girl began to lick and suck on his neck he began letting out small moans that were becoming more frequent.
Mila smirked at the boy's reaction, glad that she got a similar reaction to what Sung-sun had told her. Her hand slid down his chest to his hardened member. "Well well," she said, "what do we have here?" Her hand slowly began the stroke the shaft, making Ichigo throw his head back and moan, unable to hold it in. "So tell me little boy, did you like fucking Sung-sun?" When Ichigo turned his head to look at her, Mila slid her hand (the one she's not using) across his cheek. "That's right, she told me all about the fun time you gave her, but tell me little boy…" Ichigo gasped as she stopped stroking and wrapped her arms around his waist. The lioness arrancar lifted the helpless substitute out of the hot spring, setting him down at the edge. Mila got down on her knees and wedged his manhood between her large breasts. "Could that scrawny bitch do something like this?"
Ichigo gasped as she started to tit-fuck him, completely lost in the feeling in having his member smothered. His moaning started becoming more ragged as Mila began working her tits up and down. Ichigo could no longer hold back his self-restraint and began meeting her with his own thrusts, making the sound of skin slapping together echo throughout the room. Just when he thought she couldn't get any kinkier Mila began licking the head every time it peeked out of her cleavage. Soon the pressure and sensation was too much for the boy as he started thrusting out of control, reaching his peak. Sadly for the substitute, Mila had other plans.
She could tell by his thrusting and his member starting to pulse that he was about to blow, so she quickly stopped her tit-fuck and squeezed the base of his shaft lightly. When Ichigo yelped at the feeling of his climax cut short, Mila responded "Oh no little boy. We aren't stopping now, not before the good part." Before Ichigo could respond she stood up, then turned around and bent over, spreading her cheeks leaving her dripping hole exposed to him. "I want you in here. Now!"
Ichigo knew that her tone brokered no refusals, and coupled with the urgings of his lower half he obliged her very much. He lined his cock into position and slowly eased his way into Mila's gaping cunt. The arrancar let out a husky moan as she was filled. Once Ichigo had stuffed her with every inch of his manhood, Mila bucked against him, with one hand groping her left breast. Ichigo slowly slid his cock out her before pushing back in. His inexperienced hands roamed up her sides feeling her splendid body before coming up to her tits, softly squeezing them, earning a lewd moan from Mila. The lustful arrancar leaned back into Ichigo's chest; her hand went up into Ichigo's hair. She turned her head slightly, just enough to let their lips share in a brief kiss.
Mila was enjoying being thoroughly fucked. To help tease the boy she tightened her muscles, smiling as the boy moaned at her tight hole tightening up. She could tell the boy was getting close to cumming by his frantic thrusting and the way his hands were roaming over her body, also there was the fact that she cut him off earlier when she was giving him a tit-fuck. Soon his hands went to grasp her waist and his thrusting became even more frantic. Mila gasped as the head of his cock pounded her cervix with every thrust, making a jolt of pleasure course through her with every impact. "So good! Harder! HARDER!" The boy made good on her demands thrusting harder and harder with every thrust. "Oh! Yes!"
Ichigo could feel that he was at his limit. With the busty girl squeezing him with her tight pussy it was impossible to ignore the rising sensation building up. "I'm gonna cum!" Mila turned her head and kissed him again, "Inside. Do it inside." She whispered. Almost immediately Ichigo slammed into her one last time and let loose. Mila gasped at the feeling of his hot spunk filling her womb, the feeling too much for her as well. "YEEEESSS!" was all she could shriek as she came. When Ichigo pulled out and sat back down at the edge of the spring, he could see their mixed juices dripping down her leg into the hot water. But as he was starting to come down from his high, he noticed that his eyesight was being blurry, and his arms felt like they were made of lead.
"Looks like you used up what energy that collar afforded you. What a pity," said Mila Rose grabbing a towel and started to dry him off, "I had hoped for a second round, but you were more fun than Sung-sun lead me to believe." Once she was done she helped him back into his clothes before donning her bathrobe again. Ichigo yelped as the strong female picked him up, but his complaints died as his eyes were getting heavy. "Don't worry, I'll take you back to you room little boy." She quietly said, opening the door and proceeded walking. Before Ichigo lost consciousness completely he had one last thought, something he hadn't noticed earlier when she first walked in.
'Where'd the tattoo of a black strawberry on her stomach come from….'
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