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Captive Sacrifice	By : c0p13r Category: Bleach > General Views: 13032 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Taking Cae of the Princesa
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~~~Earlier that Day~~~
            Aizen-sama was such a tease…
            Loly would’ve thrown herself on him, stripped herself bare, complete any perverse wish he asked of her, yet he hardly seemed to notice her return to his side. He merely welcomed her back and ushered her and Menoly Mallia to stand behind his throne with a mere gesture.
            Both had just come back from the brink of death just to be seen as mere servants? Loly fumed. It certainly would not be that way if that wretched girl was still there, still alive. She had heard that though Grimmjow had stolen Orihime away, and though the Shinigami known as Kurosaki Ichigo had rescued her, Halibel had gone to intercede and foiled all attempts of escape.
            Now Aizen awaited his prize to be returned…
            The doors of the room were opened, permitting a bound and gagged Orihime to stumble through and drop to the floor. She did not try to get up, breathing heavily through her nostrils as she stared at the teal tiled floor. Lifting her head meant staring at Aizen, and she did not want him to see her cowardice. Her great escape had come to an end far too quickly, with results that had her heart pounding with dread. She didn’t know what became of Kurosaki-kun or Nel-san, but it could not be anything good.
            “We’ve recovered the prisoner, Inoue Orihime!” Apacci declared as she sauntered in after the redhead. She knelt down to one knee, as did Mila Rose and Sung-Sun behind her. “As we speak, Halibel-sama is dealing with the Shinigami and Neliel Tu Odelschwanck.”
            The mention of one of his former Espada resurfacing caught Aizen’s attention for a moment, but he cared more for the girl prostrated on the floor, too intimidated to meet him. “Welcome back, Orihime. I trust the time spent outside was appreciated.” He stood up smoothly and moved to Orihime. Kneeling down – a gesture that made the hairs on the back of Loly’s neck stand on end when he humbled himself – he cupped Orihime’s chin and lifted. Her misty eyes wavered as she was forced to look at him; whimpers were muffled behind the gag. Her helplessness brought a sadistic grin to the Shinigami traitor’s face. Giving all hope and then dashing it completely was quite an effective way to keep a prisoner to stay put, after all.
            “You’re room has been fixed,” he told her as if it mattered at all to Orihime what condition her living arrangements were in. Subtly, he glanced back to the two Arrancar standing at attention behind his throne; they stiffened. “And it won’t be in any risk of damage again.”
            Orihime felt her throat tighten to the point where it was hard to breathe. She feared returning to that lonely room. If what Grimmjow had said was true, her previous jailor would soon return from whatever boxed-off dimension he had been temporarily sent to. His bright, yet dead eyes would soon be upon her, condemning all matters concerning hope, joy, and bravery. Ulquiorra would not be kind when he addressed her failed escape.
            Slipping his hand from Orihime’s chin, letting her head droop, Aizen set his sights on Halibel’s fracción. “Halibel may do as she wishes with the two captives. My sole condition: she can do no serious harm to the Kurosaki boy. I’ve plans for him.”
            Not interested in his reasons – though Apacci would’ve thought it great fun to torture the Shinigami who thought he could threaten her – the fracción nodded and pivoted, heading back to their barracks to see if Halibel had returned with a fruitful bounty. The former Trecera did not concern Aizen, and so the fracción had to ponder what was in store for her…
            Aizen strode with malevolent grace, passing by Loly to stare out from his balcony to the endless, white desolation of Hueco Mundo. “Your room is ready for you,” he told his prize captive. “However, your caretaker is indisposed at the moment. I can’t provide you with another Espada so easily.” There was dark, dry humor to his voice as he turned to his two assistants with a mild grin. “Until Ulquiorra returns, Orihime, you will be under the guidance of Loly and Menoly.”
            Not a single female present was pleased or not taken aback by the sudden declaration. Menoly’s mouth fumbled before she finally managed to gasp her lord’s name; truthfully, she wanted nothing more to do with the girl of reality altering powers. Likewise, Orihime would’ve preferred Ulquiorra to these two vicious women.
            “Aizen-sama,” Loly blurted out, spinning about in a way that made her pigtails flourish. Her single eye was wide with frustration. “We…! I cannot watch after… after this freak! Please, Aizen-sama! I…!”
            “Loly…” Aizen’s stare was cold and collected. “It would be appreciated if you watched your tongue in front of our guest and escorted her to her room.”
            It took nothing more than the mere presence of his reiatsu to have Loly sweating bullets and submitting to his orders. Almost sniveling, she voluntarily went to the floor and bowed before him, offering up her sincerest apologies.
            Pleased by her submission, Aizen granted her forgiveness, and again instructed her to lead Orihime back to her personal chamber. He looked out at the world of the Hollows again, though he was sure to add as his two right-hand Arrancar went to tend to Orihime, “And be sure to remove her restraints. I wish for her to be comfortable.”
            Loly bristled with anger. Why did Aizen-sama show such concern for this monster? Even so, his word was absolute law to his two most devoted aides. Loly’s hand reached out for Orihime, tensing as if carrying the urge to strangle the life from the prisoner. Murderous intent filled the room, piquing the concern of Aizen; he did not move from his spot, but he’d end Loly before she could deal a killing blow.
            Rather than go for the throat, the pigtailed Arrancar hooked a finger underneath the raggedy gag and tore it away with a simple stroke. There was no way for Loly to hide the distaste in her eye, but Menoly was certainly glad that she withheld her anger. Having a need to do her own part, the blonde knelt down as well to sever Orihime’s bonds.
            Orihime was grateful for their restraint, but that did not mean that either had earned her trust. Her powers could heal her wounds, but they certainly wouldn’t heal her memory. These two had abused her with the intent to kill before. She wasn’t going to gamble that they’d keep their hostility under wraps just because Aizen said so.
            “Very good, Loly, Menoly.” Aizen’s praise was full of mockery. He granted them each a subtle smirk before turning away. “That’ll be all. You may now take Orihime to her room.”
            It took every fiber of mental fortitude for Loly not to shriek in frustration. She could not even keep up her gentleness for long, grabbing Orihime’s sleeve roughly and yanking her out of the throne room. Menoly, turning to Aizen and bowing, thanked him for his time and solemnly brought the doors closed.
            “Well, now, ain’t that a li’l mean?” Ichimaru Gin had been present in the corner the entire time, but no one would’ve noticed him unless he wanted them to. He treaded lightly from the shadow, looking after the trio of women who had just left. “That Loly-chan; she couldn’t o’ had a meaner look if she was holding a knife to that poor girl’s throat. Are you sure she’ll be alright with those two?”
            Aizen did not look at his silver-haired lieutenant, too enthralled by the endlessness of Hueco Mundo. “She’ll be fine. Loly understands the consequences if she disobeys.”
            “That’s a gamble,” Gin pressed, though not losing his humor. “That human girl must be scared senseless.” The rare appearance of ice-blue was made when the mysterious lieutenant leered at the door. “The poor thing…”
            “It shouldn’t be a problem,” said the Shinigami god of Hueco Mundo before passing Gin a smirk of his own. “However, if it’d ease your nerves, Gin, you have permission to check in on them until Ulquiorra returns.”
            Placing a hand at the back of his head, Gin gave a bemused sound. “Ah~? Well, now, that might be too much trouble. But then again, I ain’t much of a fan of girls gettin’ hurt.”
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            Loly was none too gentle when she ushered Orihime back into her newly-renovated room. The ginger-haired teen toppled onto the rug in the center of the room, crumbling it slightly and obscuring its square shape. Behind her, the two Arrancar stepped in and secured their stay by slamming the door shut. Though Loly brazenly marched forward, passing Orihime cowering on the floor, Menoly remained seized in place. Her one eye fell on Orihime, wary and anxious. Loly may have remained defiant to Orihime, but after witnessing the human’s skills, Menoly wondered if it was wise for her to continue taunting this girl.
            The girl with pigtails headed into the patch of moonlight that bled into the room through the solitary window. She stood in silent contemplation before wheeling about, baring a vicious grin at Orihime, who trembled under its ferocity. “Here we are again, ‘princess’,” Loly jeered, sauntering around the collapsed prisoner with sadistic interest. Halfway around Orihime, she knelt down so that her glare could bore into Orihime’s very soul. “Only now, Grimmjow, Ulquiorra, or anyone else will come to save you.” She gingerly brushed a tassel of red hair from the frightened girl’s face. “Aizen-sama gave us direct instructions to watch after you.”
            “Loly, you… let’s not bother with her,” Menoly blathered hastily. “We can just wait outside until Ulquiorra…”
            Loly’s eye narrowed on her partner. She did not look much different than an angered cat. “You can leave, Menoly,” she hissed. “But if you do, don’t ever bother coming back.”
            Her venomous tone made Menoly close her lips tightly. She was afraid of the human girl, but perhaps Loly’s insane jealousy was less wise to test. Willing to stay, but only on neutral grounds, the blonde held her opinions and cautions in her head. All she could hope for was Ulquiorra’s swift return, before matters truly got out of hand.
            Loly continued to inspect Orihime’s terrified face. Wheels and cogs were working in her mind to produce wicked ideas. It was hard not to act on her first instinct to strangle Aizen-sama’s prisoner, but there were other ways to torment this haughty princess.
            “Tell me, Orihime-chan. Do you long for a man’s touch?” The hand that was tenderly grazing Orihime’s face started to flutter lower, caressing her neck as she swallowed and descending further until her fingertips lightly danced above the ample bust. The auburn-headed girl quivered, but did not answer. “With a body like this,” Loly went on, not being discrete at all when she let her cycloptic gaze drop to the supple attributes of Orihime’s chest, “I’m sure all the human boys drool over you.” The hand that idly drifting against the prisoner’s top suddenly caught the clothing in a tight fist, hefting the poor, frightened girl up a ways so that she was nearly nose to nose with the mad Arrancar. “But don’t think that you could ever seduce Aizen-sama,” she growled through gritting teeth.
            Loly was indeed mad to think that Orihime, in any way, would try to appease Aizen’s eye. Her growing insanity was indeed frightening, and there was no one to talk her down. Menoly gestated and looked away, hoping that Ulquiorra would soon return and take control of things. They had been practically inseparable since their creation, but ever since the human girl showed up, Loly was showing a pattern of uncontrollable fury that her blond companion just couldn’t sway her from.
            In the next second, the pig-tailed Arrancar was on her feet, wheeling about and dragging Orihime by the front of her top; the poor buxom girl was forced to scurry after her on hands and knees to keep from being towed across the floor like luggage. Loly went to the sofa, released Orihime, and then took a seat like a pompous, agitated queen in front of a disobedient servant. Her knees were mildly separated, and her slender arms folded tightly underneath her breasts.
            The smile that took her features was the most unpleasant one yet, one that even had Menoly experiencing a shiver up her spine. “I think it’s time the princess learns her place,” declared the demented Loly. Her legs opened immodestly, but it was when she hiked her skirt up that Orihime and Menoly both gasped. Brazenly, Loly exposed her panties indecently to the human girl before the undergarments were pulled to one side. Sparse black hair sat in a thin patch above her slit; she was not wet, but she obviously intended to change that fact.
            “Maybe you should lick…” Seizing the back of Orihime’s head, fingers tightening in her long hair, the Arrancar yanked the girl in between her spread thighs. Bravely defiant, Orihime resisted, turning her head and wailing a protest. Loly scoffed, for a meager human girl’s strength was no match for a Hollow’s, let alone an Arrancar who personally served Aizen-sama! Loly let her believe for a moment that she could struggle, and then ruthlessly brought her mouth to the vagina.
            Orihime pursed her lips when she brushed against the silken skin. She quivered and kept her eyes closed, as if wishing hard enough would displace her. When she inhaled, Loly’s scent filled her lungs; it was not a potent smell, but that was due to Loly not yet being provoked.
            Since the human was being uncooperative – for the moment – Loly swiveled her hips against the resisting mouth. She chortled maniacally, pulling Orihime’s hair so that she’d have to stare up at her. The glossy, teary shimmer of her gray eyes elated Loly’s madness. She’d want to taste those tears, run her tongue across Aizen-sama’s pet harlot, savoring the flavor of her humiliation and despair. That thought alone – not Orihime’s mouth against her slit – began to stoke her pleasurable heat. The hand in the human’s hair tightened as if to rip a bald spot into her scalp; Orihime winced, but swallowed the sounds of pain.
            “Menoly, get over here.” Loly’s demented eye stayed put on Orihime’s contorted face.
            The blonde jerked. For a moment, it seemed that she was heeding her partner’s command, but fear and uncertainty held her in place. It was very likely that whatever Loly had in mind would disobey Aizen’s direct orders not to harm Orihime. “But… Loly…”
            Anger flared and raven pigtails whipped through the air. “I said get over here! Now, Menoly!” Loly’s voice tore through the air, ripping harshly from her throat.
            It was a weighed option: defy Aizen-sama or defy Loly. Swallowing, afraid of future repercussions, Menoly ultimately decided that there was a stronger loyalty to her partner. In trepidation, she headed over to where Loly shamelessly splayed her thighs and forced Aizen-sama’s pet’s face. She warily kept her distance when she stopped several feet from Orihime.
            “Take her pants down,” Loly ordered. She tugged Orihime’s hair warningly when the softest protest was uttered. “I want to see how wet this little whore gets!”
            Menoly gulped, staring at the human who not only frightened her with those godly powers, but also earned some gratitude for bringing Menoly back from beyond death. It was a harder decision to make, but Menoly reasoned that it would be better for the both of them if she just cooperated; trying her hardest not to look at the girl’s face, the blonde knelt down and began to work underneath Orihime’s coattails. It was a bit difficult to pull the title clothing down her curvy waist, but Menoly managed.
            “No!” Orihime exclaimed when her pants were drawn down to her crotch and lower still, but right after her mouth opened, Loly yanked her to her groin. A cry of desperation was stifled in the Arrancar’s muff.
            “If you’re willing to use your mouth, then start licking, Princess.” Loly relentlessly held Orihime’s face to her pussy, impatiently awaiting Orihime’s compliance.
            Orihime quivered with a whimper, keeping her eyes tightly closed. Behind her, she could feel the draft of the room passing against her plump derrière. Her panties were still on, but only temporarily; they were slowly dragged down to her knees on the floor, and the cool breeze wafted against the crevice of her butt and vagina. In front of her, she was forced against Loly’s cleft. She could almost taste the growing arousal against her lips. If the insane Arrancar wished it, she could possibly suffocate the prisoner by shoving her even harder underneath her skirt.
            There was little that could be done; Orihime prayed for Loly’s interest in her to be spent soon, and then extended her tongue for a small, slow lap against Loly’s folds. They were hardly wet, but there was enough moisture to give her unique taste buds a pleasant zing. Even if she found the flavor not abhorrent – she might’ve come to like the feminine taste under different, less-forced circumstances – she cringed from the nectar soaking her tongue. She had no choice but to continue, carefully running the tip of her tongue through the fleshy creases, exchanging her saliva with Loly’s essence.
            The muscles of her thighs and buttocks had remained taut since exposure. Menoly did not gawk at her, though; somewhat flushed herself, she looked off to the floor away from the girl. She wasn’t sure if she was afraid of what would be done to her and Loly if they were found tormenting the girl, or if she actually was feeling the pangs of regret for doing this to her.
            Loly, of course, seemed ecstatic the entire time. Holding the back of Orihime’s head to keep her face fitted to the center of her groin, she leaned over the redhead and stretched a hand out. Her palm felt smooth and deceptively gentle when it slid over Orihime’s left cheek. Orihime remained taut the entire time, and whimpered when she felt Loly grabbing the gentle mounds of her backside. The palm slipped across the fissure to tend to the other cheek.
            Orihime murmured fearfully against Loly’s damp quim. The fingers on her rump were treading dangerously close to the place in between her closed legs. Her hands came up from the floor, unconsciously holding onto Loly’s thighs while those digits roamed. “Ahn!” Orihime bit down, suppressing the vulnerable wail when those fingertips finally touched the sensitive area.
            Loly explored the pubic hair sparsely lining and crowning Orihime’s closed sex. She nudged the lips open, but could not tempt the girl’s arousal. What a frustrating girl… With a desire to make the girl suffer, Loly jammed her fingers forcibly through the unyielding folds. Her reward was a pained cry from the girl; she felt the yell against her hot vagina. Loly’s teeth gleamed in her maniacal smile as she dug her digits into the mostly-dry passage.
            The arid friction was unbearably uncomfortable, making Orihime squirm and plea for mercy. Her hips wiggled, and she had no choice but to separate her thighs in an effort to lessen the discomfort. Loly, however, seemed to determined to inflict as much pain as possible. No matter how deep she delved, though, the absence of a hymen was unquestionable. Maybe she was not as pure as her dimwitted personality suggested, or maybe her chastity was torn some other way; in her case, it was the result of training so extensively with Tatsuki.
            Orihime wept and implored mercy, but she was not likely to receive it. She cried when the intruding fingers sunk in to the bottom knuckle. It really did hurt, but her body was reacting naturally to a phallic-like intrusion. Warmth and wetness began to spread within her loins, and Loly could detect the presence surrounding her fingers. She wiggled them a little, probing the tight walls thoroughly until they became slick with moisture. When the demented Arrancar finally withdrew her fingers, she discovered them saturated with Orihime’s arousal. Even those lips that were sealed shut before were now blossoming and ready to receive.
            Chortling smugly at the human girl, Loly brought her soiled fingers up to her face; she cupped Orihime’s chin and forced her sight upward. “My, I can’t believe you’re getting so wet! I thought a princess like you would be more refined than this!” In a vulgar gesture, she extended her tongue and swept it over her wet digits, sampling Orihime’s essence as she completely cleaned the fluids from her.
            Orihime was mortified from the gesture. Even if her face was forced to burrow towards another’s crotch, her tongue forced to lick, having her own quim sampled was embarrassing. She would’ve pleaded for Loly to stop this, but she knew it would be in vain; besides, Loly yanked her back down to her crotch. Grimacing, but having no other choice, she closed her eyes tightly and let her begrudging tongue peek out to commence lapping at the slick folds. At times, when her tongue traveled particularly far up, she met with a hardened bud that, when stroked, made the thigh on either side of her head clench. She considered avoiding that area to lessen the risk of Loly accidentally – or maybe even intentionally – squeezing and crushing her skull.
            Loly continued to smirk that demented smirk, and every now and then, a drawn-out moan would rupture from her throat to announce that Orihime was not doing a slapdash job at satisfying her. Of course, having Aizen’s princess lapping at her pussy was only half of the victory; Los Noches’ human freak needed to squirm for Loly to truly enjoy this.
            Her gash was already stoked with heat and its secretions, so there wasn’t much work that needed to be done. Human girls were so fragile and weak-willed, unlike the superior race that devoured their souls. Still petting Orihime’s head like an obedient dog’s, Loly said to her blond companion, “Start licking her, Menoly. I want to hear how vulgar Aizen-sama’s pet can be.” To pronounce her dominance, she yanked Orihime’s hair and held her tighter to her cunt.
            Menoly couldn’t do anything but blink upon receiving these orders. For the longest time, since first pulling down the girl’s bottoms, her eye had wandered off to the side and avoided all contact with what Loly had made her an accomplice to. Now that she was facing it again, she felt her throat clutch. The lips that had not been open before had now opened in the gentle meadow of orange hair, glistening with reluctant arousal. Menoly was no stranger to making love to another woman, but her tongue was trained to satisfy Loly, not some human prisoner.
            “Loly…”
            “Do it, Menoly!” the raven-haired girl snapped, glaring viciously at her companion. Her expression softened quickly as she leaned back, petting Orihime with a deceitfully loving smile. “I want her to weep.”
            Menoly was not given much of a choice. Her unfailing loyalty to Loly was really all she had. She stifled that nervous feeling in her hollowed-out stomach, and carefully proceeded. She touched her hand to Orihime’s presented buttocks first; the skin was tender and fair, so smooth to touch. Carefully, she pushed the cheek aside, spreading the fearful girl’s crevice to indecently expose all of her private parts. She heard Orihime whimper, hoping to beseech Menoly’s compassion, but there was nothing that could be done when Loly had shouted her orders.
            The blonde closed her green eye, bowed in, and ran a careful lick in the crease of the target’s lips. Instinctually, Orihime’s hips lifted and followed the swath of the tongue; she moaned shamefully into Loly’s cunt. Menoly knew that she couldn’t stop until given the word, so she repeated her tongue’s work, this time pushing a bit deeper and dragging slower than before.
            Orihime’s own tongue wavered against Loly’s snatch. Her breath was coming out harder and hotter than before, and it soon became a chore just to keep lapping. “Ahh~!” She recoiled and gritted her teeth when Menoly teased her clitoris with skilled flourishes. She lashed and darted with her tongue, tickling the redhead’s sensitive nub incessantly. Her lips were drawn down in a strain; Menoly, despite her hesitance to follow through with Loly’s order, hadn’t ceased her tongue’s wiggle. The thumbs that had set themselves on either side of Orihime’s wet labia spread her open so that the blonde could sneak her tongue within her sacred depths. Again, she jerked with a cry when Menoly’s mouth probed her.
            “You’re so loud,” sang Loly tauntingly, barely able to hold back her snicker. Orihime’s tear-glossy eyes glanced up at her, silently asking for a reprieve from this humiliating treatment. She had to bite the corner of her lower lip to keep from exclaiming again. “Aizen-sama’s pet is so perverted. Would you prefer a nice, hard cock there instead of Menoly’s tongue?”
            “N-no!” It was hard to tell – even for Orihime – if she cried out in response to Loly’s question or in response to Menoly’s thumb carefully dipping inside of her hole. Her hips swayed, unsure if she should meet the thrusts of tongue and thumb or if she should try shaking Menoly off.
            Menoly, despite all of her worries, was steadily getting more into the act of defiling the captive. She could feel her own crotch perspiring with arousal. Nipples had already stiffened and pushed against the sturdy cloth of her uniform. She wanted to undress, but at the same time, she feared succumbing to the forbidden desire. If she melted to Loly’s command now, she’d be drawn into riskier acts in the future; of course, that was assuming that they wouldn’t be caught and punished during this incident. Pushing open Orihime’s delicate folds, the blonde let her tongue flicker against the inner, sensitive flesh of the human’s pussy.
            The moans forced from Orihime felt wonderful against Loly’s cunt; seeing the tears welling up at the corners of the prisoner’s eyes only heightened the experience. Loly would not be ashamed to confess that if this went on for a little longer, her orgasm would soon be coating the human’s mouth. However, Loly deemed that it wasn’t humiliating enough. She wanted Orihime to quiver in recollection each time she was in Aizen’s presence, to be reminded that she was too filthy to even be looked upon by such a godly figure.
            Orihime thought that she was being inscrutably obedient, begrudgingly lapping at Loly while keeping her own thighs apart for the blond lackey’s tongue, until a fistful of her hair was yanked and pulled her face from beneath Loly’s skirt. Wincing, one eye closed, she peered up at Loly, waiting for and fearing an explanation. There hadn’t been a time yet when her plans didn’t make a turn for the worst for Orihime, and this wouldn’t be an exception.
            “My, I can’t believe you still can look so high-and-mighty,” Loly crooned, seeing a haughtiness in Orihime’s woeful eyes that just wasn’t there. She shifted and pulled her feet up on the couch. Scrunched up on the sofa, she went on with an unpleasant smirk, “I think it’s time you were put in your place.”
            Not even Menoly had expected it when Loly turned around, facing the back of the couch, and presented her backside. Her knees splayed open to blatantly expose herself. Casting her smirk over her shoulder, she slid a hand to her rump to spread the crevice better. Both her vagina and her asshole were put on prominent display; Orihime could not help feeling even more embarrassment about bearing witness to it.
            “What are you waiting for, princess?” chirped Loly in a sarcastic tone. She wagged her backside teasingly. Orihime backed away when Loly’s backside came closer to her face. “Lick now,” Loly ordered, “or your friends will pay…”
            There wasn’t much room for protest. Orihime allowed herself a moment to steel her nerve, and then pushed forward with her eyes closed and tongue lolling out. Loly exhaled pleasantly when the tongue dragged over her anus. Keeping herself rotated, she watched in great delight as Aizen’s prized prisoner disgraced herself by tonguing her ass. The hand holding her ass open slipped over to cup the back of Orihime’s head, urging her closer despite the poor captive’s reluctance.
            “C’mon!” Loly jeered malevolently. “Do it with more enthusiasm, you bitch!”
            Orihime wasn’t quite sure how she was supposed to be doing it any better. Having just been made privy to anal stimulation, she didn’t think there was much more to it than running her tongue over the puckered hole. And it certainly wasn’t helping her concentration when the blonde behind her commenced with playing with her. Tongue and finger danced along her folds, poking in several times to be slathered with nectar.
            Both ends of Orihime were thoroughly violated, but she proceeded nonetheless. She winced as her tongue probed; Menoly may have shown reluctance, but she was still employing her oral muscle diligently. There wasn’t a spot within its reach that was not licked.
            Loly – now being serviced without the need for giving orders – indulged. She’d been aching for release for a while now since reunited with her beloved Aizen-sama, but he refused to reciprocate her adulation. His new human freak-show would be the poor substitute of intimacy in the meantime; he was sure to come around some day.
            Her fingers slipped from Orihime’s hair, and as expected, the redhead didn’t even think about forgoing her ‘duties’. For her friends’ safety – bluff or not – she would obey Loly. This provided the opportunity for Aizen’s aide to busy her fingers at her sex. She was slick from arousal and licking; her finger slipped inside with no resistance. As good as it felt, she hardly thought it would compare to Aizen-sama pressing into her body. She let him toy with her as no other was allowed.
            In and out went her finger, soon to be joined by another. She spread herself, using scissoring motions to churn her contracting insides. Gasping, she slumped over the couch. Her body began to shiver as she approached her orgasm. Orihime’s overworked tongue sped her to her climax. When the tongue flourished in a quick and complete circle around her anus, and her thumb pressed firmly on her clitoris, Loly came undone, arching her back in a way that forced her cunt up against Orihime’s mouth in place of her ass.
            Orihime cringed when she was helped to a splash of Loly’s warm essence, smearing her lips and chin. She wanted to turn away, but fretted consequences. Humiliating as it was, she shoved her puckered lips up against Loly’s labia to sup her fluids; what she did not catch would stream messily down her face and drip onto her breasts. The sticky substance cascaded over the soft, supple globes, some haphazard veins trickling across her pink nipples to elicit a slight shudder from the highly-sensitive girl.
            Strength evaporated from Loly. With a great sigh of elation and exhaustion, she slumped against the back of the sofa to collect her thoughts and mobility. She hadn’t experienced such euphoria for so long; she and Menoly hadn’t the time together alone often enough, and as it was none other than the one person she hated most who was licking her so shamefully… No, not even Menoly’s talented tongue or fingers had brought her such elation before.
            Orihime felt that her mouth’s chores had concluded when Loly went limp, but the experience was not over. Now that Loly had given her a reprieve, she herself slouched against the cushion of the couch and whined desperately as the blonde continued to violate her. Menoly’s passion might have wound down a bit, but she was still exercising her tongue mostly at the erect clit. It wasn’t enough to nudge her towards her brink, but it was impeding her ability to fight back.
            After a lasting lick from clit towards her anus, Menoly sat back on her haunches, nervously wiping the soiled corners of her glistening lips. Maybe she should just dive back down and continue until Loly said otherwise, but she decided to be brave. What was to be done now?
            Glaring maniacally over her shoulder, slowly rotating to sit properly with Orihime’s flushed face embarrassingly nestled between her thighs, Loly made a suggestion before brandishing her well-hidden weapon. “I think it would be a good idea if we let out little ‘princess’ here enjoy herself some more.” She yanked Orihime’s face off the cushion, making the redhead seethe, but refrain from crying. Her eyes squeezed shut, though Loly continued to stare excitedly at her. “Oi, ‘Hime! How would you like it if Menoly shoved this…?”
            Knock-knock-knock!!
            At once, all three women perked up. Just who would be knocking on Orihime’s door? Most Espada would’ve barged in without preamble; Ulquiorra especially had the right to just walk in, and he’d yet to return…
            “Hello~?”
            That voice… Loly and Menoly quickly got to their feet, dressing up presentably. As she fitted her vest over her bust, Loly fumed with anger. “What is he doing here?”
            Orihime set her overflowing assets back in her shirt and tidied herself up as best as she could; she’d done with enough humiliation without someone walking in on her horribly clothed. She was made presentable just in time for the door to open and a silver-haired head to poke in.
            Ichimaru Gin’s squinted eyes peered curiously into the room, scanning from one side to the other, spotting the trio of females at the couch. They seemed flushed or angered, but he didn’t question it; he was far more concerned with Orihime. Since she was not bloody or bruised – as she was after Loly and Menoly’s last visit – he assumed things were going much better. “Well, ain’t that a sight?” he jeered, letting himself into the chamber, hunched forward with his sleeves interlocked. “Y’all are still playin’ nice with each other, I hope.”
            “G-Gin! What are you doing here?” Loly barked hastily.
            Gin smiled fox-like, crafty and mean. “I just came by to make sure you’ve been doing your duty. The poor human looks downright exhausted. How about you send for a meal for her?”
            Loly fumed at the idea of serving this wretched girl a meal. If she was less wise and more angry, she would’ve proudly and scornfully declared that this slut already just had a great meal of her cunt! However, such outbursts were bit back. Gin was still smiling at her. As disarming as he seemed, he shouldn’t have been tangled with. There was word throughout the Espada and their ranks telling of Aizen’s lackey’s ruthlessness.
            With a huff of anger, she beckoned Menoly to accompany her, and they both slid past Gin. Loly quietly cursed, but did not pick her stare from the ground in front of her.
            “You’d think I had just told her to jump off a cliff,” chided Gin, tilting his head back and stroking the silver hair at the back of his head. “I just want to make sure our guest is well-taken care of.” He leaned forward, and the frightened and flustered Orihime caught a glimpse of icy blue eyes peering at her. “Don’t want nothin’ bad to happen to ya, after all?”
            Orihime hardly could register his words, as the frantic buzzing in her brain refused to quit just yet. As though he was on the other side of a thick wall, she barely heard him sing “Bye-bye!” before he took his leave. She stood quaking in place a moment longer before her failing strength let her fall over the couch. She was not sobbing, though she felt like she might. Instead, she just panted, unable to be given the chance to catch her breath just yet with all the interruptions.
            Lightheaded, she could only think of Ichigo, and hope that he was doing as well as possible…
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