Adult-FanFiction.org : Bleach

Prize of Victory 2
By : NovaAlexandria
Category: Bleach > General
Views: 56251 -:- Recommendations : 2 -:- Currently Reading : 5
Disclaimer: I do not own Bleach nor make a profit from this story
Chapter List
- 35
- 36
- 37
A Single Seed

The guards admitted them into the Palace despite the early hour without too much fuss. Starrk�s presence turned out to be the deciding factor there. The two Arrancar guards at the gate didn�t seem as if they wanted to give any grief to the most powerful Arrancar known to exist. Since Renji, to his consternation, was the only one that knew the specific pathway to Aizen�s torture chamber, the ex-Fukutaichou led them down into the basement.

At least Szayel�s reiatsu was stable, and the emotions Karin had received so far, while unpleasant, were hardly the sharp spikes of terror he normally exhibited when Aizen decided to play with him. If anything, what he sent her were waves of choking despair as opposed to the usual fright and anguish.

That wasn�t much of a relief, as she had never felt hopelessness like this from him before, let alone for nine hours.

There were three people in the room Renji lead them towards, and she didn�t need to be in the room, thanks to her �sight,� to know what was going on. Aizen sat a short distance away, obviously overseeing the proceedings. Karin had an ugly suspicion about what they were about to walk in on, given how closely Gin�s and Szayel�s respective reiatsu were to each other, as well as Aizen�s propensity for voyeurism.

The door to the �playroom� was open and she heard Renji gasp as they walked through the doorway. Her suspicions proved true; Aizen sat on his little throne with his head resting on his palm and an amused smile on his face while he watched Gin thrust into an unmoving Szayel. His unsheathed Zanpakuto lay across his lap, its edge facing his knees and all three men were naked. She tried not to look, she really did, but her eyes zeroed straight to the large length between Aizen�s legs. It sickened her to see he was fully erect with his lap and cock stained with both cum and blood.

Karin mentally recited every curse she had ever learned from Grimmjow, made up a few on the spot, and called Aizen so many foul names in her head that it was a good thing that he was incapable of reading her thoughts. Renji did curse aloud, although he at least had the smarts to do it under his breath. The only one who seemed undisturbed was Starrk, but Karin could see that even his reiatsu flared in anger at the sight that met their eyes.

Karin had cleaned up and bandaged Szayel after these sessions, but bearing witness to it, to see it with her own eyes, was something completely different. The wet sound of flesh slapping against flesh and the metallic scent of blood in the air was so disturbing and disgusting that she probably would have thrown up had there been anything in her stomach to do so.

Szayel didn�t glance their way and Karin received no wave of sudden mortification from him upon their intrusion. Aizen�s Zanpakuto rested in his lap and she deduced Szayel couldn�t see them, caught up as he was in one of Aizen�s illusions.

While Szayel couldn�t see them, Aizen could.

�Karin, I didn�t expect you for another hour or two.� Aizen smiled at her, as if their entrance didn�t bother or surprise him in the least. �Had I known you were coming earlier, I would have made myself more presentable.�

�What the Hell are you doing to him?� Renji demanded, marching towards the two men, as if he intended to pull Gin off Szayel.

Aizen�s displeased gaze turned towards the redhead, who staggered and then collapsed to the stone floor as the overbearing weight of Aizen�s reiatsu crashed into him, pinning him in place. �Kami� made a �tsk-tsk� sound and his eyes regarded Renji as if someone had let something unsavoury through the door.

�I will have to remind Szayel to keep a better muzzle and leash on his pet pooch,� Aizen sighed. �Obviously, the whipping didn�t register. Perhaps we�ll try something stronger if he can�t stop barking.�

The arrogant smile with which he regarded the younger Shinigami made Karin think it was the most honest expression the bastard had put on his face in a long time.

Renji looked like he was about to toss out some sort of nasty comeback, but suddenly snapped his mouth shut and settled for glaring viciously at the man on the throne. Karin prayed he�d stay that way. Anything Renji might say in this situation would just make things worse. Aizen saw this and laughed.

�Hmm, still rough, but I must say I am impressed with what little training Szayel has managed to pound into you.�

The hate in Renji�s gaze could have melted steel, but he did manage to keep silent, although Karin swore she could hear the sound of him grinding his teeth from here.

Aizen shifted his gaze to Starrk, who was still the only one keeping a nonchalant attitude. Karin was barely keeping her own tongue in check, but it was hard, more so because Gin still hadn�t stopped thrusting into Szayel even though the silver haired man had briefly glanced their way, indicating to her that, even though Szayel could not, Gin could see them.

Gin, in her opinion, looked as if he wanted to be anywhere but here.

�What could Abisara possibly have done that would warrant this kind of punishment?� Karin finally spat out, barely keeping from screaming the question in her frustration.

�That is none of your concern.�

Aizen made an airy, gesture at her, as if he expected her to leave him to his recreation with that. Instead, a new voice echoed through the room and this one, masculine and less than happy, wasn�t as easily ignored.

�Forgive me Kami-sama, but in our society, since Karin owns Szayel, everything he owns is technically hers as well.�

Starrk spoke with an edge that belied the weariness. �That includes his children, his mate�and Red here.�

Aizen�s gaze shifted back to Starrk as he jutted his chin towards the spot where Aizen had Renji restrained, and even Karin felt surprise that the lazy Espada had spoken up in their defence.

�Did you plan this,� and here the First�s storm cloud eyes swept over the blood, the cot, and the rest of the signs of sexual torture, the room itself, �for the boy or for Szayel?�

Starrk�s question carried with it a heavy silence that almost managed to smother the sounds that Gin produced as he shoved repeatedly into the Seventh Espada. His tone was graver, darker and there was no mistaking Starrk�s displeasure this time as he waited for an answer. It also carried with it some inherent trouble for Aizen, depending on how he chose to answer it. Emboldened by Starrk, Karin let her own anger show.

�Just what kind of punishment were you thinking of giving Abisara?�

She couldn�t help the cold hostility that showed in her words, bringing Aizen�s attention back her way. She could tell that he was irritated that they�d interrupted his leisure activity, but he finally gave a signal to Gin that the other took as a sign he could finish.

�Sleep deprivation.� Aizen replied smoothly, �However, I would have used a different� method to keep dear Abisara-kun awake.�

�Kami� leaned back on his throne, unconcerned with his nudity, looking not at Karin but at Starrk, as if to answer the Espada�s loaded question. Starrk, for his part, scratched the back of his neck, though his eyes didn�t stop flickering around the room, at times resting on some of the more horrendous-looking hooks and devices.

The wet, slapping noises sped up and it didn�t take long after that for the slave to come to a shuddering finish. Gin was quick to untangle his body from Szayel�s, his groin stained with cum and a few splashes of blood. Szayel hardly moved and continued to lay there, his body still quivering, golden eyes glassy and unseeing. Gin may have stopped, but Aizen seemed intent on keeping the illusion going for a while. Aizen snapped his fingers and Gin turned towards their ruler, the picture of scarred subservience.

�Take our �guests� to my Throne room, and then go clean yourself up. My wife should be awake soon, so see to it that she is properly attended,� Aizen ordered, rising to his feet, his blade in one hand and the saya in the other.

Gin bowed and indicated they should follow him, appearing oblivious to his own nudity. Aizen finally let Renji up off the floor with a derisive wave and Karin thanked whoever might be listening that he stayed quiet while he got to his feet, even though she would probably agree with every invective that would spew from the redhead�s mouth. His reiatsu was a red, rage-filled tornado and she had no doubt hers looked the same.

If there was anything good about this situation, it was that Renji appeared to have dropped the worst of his vendetta against Szayel, if the fact that he�d been the one to come looking for Grimmjow and Starrk was any indication of at least a changed perspective. She didn�t want to have to contend with any more grudges against the scientist right now.

Karin was the last one out of the room, and she couldn�t help but to glance back in time to see Aizen take Gin�s place. She paused and watched as Aizen sheathed his Zanpakuto and shattered the mirage he�d inflicted on Szayel. It was so very difficult to turn around and keep walking and she found herself gnashing her teeth in frustration. She was surprised that she had any teeth left, after fifteen years under Aizen�s thumb.

She passionately hated Aizen. If she had the power, she would strip the flesh from the bastard�s bones and grind the pieces into dust so fine that the slightest breeze would scatter it. Then she would salt the earth that had absorbed the blood and spit on it until the whole thing was nothing but a disgusting mud pit.

Yet none of them could do anything but to pick up the shattered pieces after every twisted act Aizen chose to commit. Intervening would only guarantee that they would share a similar fate, and that would hardly alleviate anyone�s suffering. Not even Starrk and Lilinette, for all of their mind-numbing power, could stand up against Aizen for long and hope to live. If they did survive the fight, death would probably be preferable to what Aizen would do to them. If Ulquiorra and Grimmjow joined in the fight, Aizen needed only to lift a finger to pin them down and walk all over them. For the first time since the Swarm suggested it to her, Karin seriously considered taking the Spirit King�s Throne to cut Aizen off from that decisive bit of power.

Initially, she thought the idea foolish. Even if she did take away one of Aizen�s many assets, it wouldn�t be enough to cripple him significantly. They required help to succeed. Despite knowing the odds, Karin began to take a mental tally of who might be willing to overthrow Aizen. She wasn�t familiar with anyone in Yoruichi�s group, other than her brother and Kuchiki Rukia, but of the potential allies in the Soul Society, she was surprised to discover that the combined strength of those she considered open to sedition might be a match for Aizen, if Aizen lost the power of the Throne.

�There might actually be a chance,� she realized.

Aizen had deliberately weakened himself over the years, in an effort to bring his reiatsu levels low enough to impregnate Unohana without risk to the egg. If Starrk, Ulquiorra, Grimmjow, and Jushiro combined their strengths with that of the Escapees, it might just be enough. While Karin wasn�t sure whether Harribel would be an ally, she knew that the Third had disagreed with a few of Aizen�s decisions in the last few years. Convincing her and her household to join them would get Toshiro on their side as well.

That would leave the others, like Nanao, Nemu, Renji, herself and Szayel, to deal with any assistance the other Espada might want to give Aizen, if they decided to lift a finger at all. From what she had learned over the years, she doubted Barragan would help Aizen. Despite Karin�s hatred of the Second, Barragan might even help, if it meant he could have his precious �kingship� back in Hueco Mundo.

For the first time, she gave the idea of organizing a rebellion some real consideration, and damn the Swarm.

�But that is a problem. Such a battle would ravage Soul Society, and we would fall quickly to the Swarm. So many innocents would die. Unless, of course, I could get the Swarm to pull back once they installed me in the Spirit King�s Palace. I get the impression that they are only here to kill Aizen and restore balance, if what the General said was true.�

There were other obstacles as well. Things would not miraculously fix themselves if Aizen were to die. Too many Arrancar held too many Claims and civil war would be inevitable should something happen to their current overlord. Some might be willing to let their Claims go, but most probably would not. Aizen was the main reason so many Arrancar had taken up residence in the Soul Society. With him gone, many might scatter, returning to Hueco Mundo or other parts of Soul Society and take their slaves with them. Some might even revert to their previously violent behaviour towards their pets without Aizen�s threats hanging over their heads. They could also Claim more people, depending on the power levels involved. Conceivably, such a situation would turn friend against friend in a vicious fight over territory.

�I have to tread this path lightly and carefully. If Aizen learned that someone was planning a coup, I don�t want to think about what he would do to the conspirators.�

Karin put all of her seditious thoughts on the back burner for now, but vowed to revisit them soon and discuss them with those in whom she felt she could confide, like Szayel who was probably more than ready to throw off Aizen�s yoke and her mate. Oddly enough, Yoruichi was chief among those she felt she could trust with something like this. Of course, a lot of this depended on what sort of firepower the Escapees had at their disposal, and whether that might be enough to close the gap between themselves and Aizen. They also needed to get Aizen out of the city or the battle would slaughter thousands and undo the tenuous balance the Realms had achieved.

�Maybe, if all the Escapees showed up in one place, it would tempt Aizen into confronting them himself,� she pondered, before shoving that aside as well.

They had arrived back in the Throne room while she had been lost in thought. Renji set right to pacing and cursing violently under his breath. Gin had left to clean his soiled body and Karin felt a wave of pity for the man forced to participate in such heinous things. Starrk was still the only one who seemed to be maintaining his cool and sleepy facade, but Karin could see the anger that wove in and out of his reiatsu. She could not recall ever seeing Starrk even the slightest bit upset, although he�d probably looked much like this after he learned of Aizen�s assault on Jushiro.

�Karin, what are you doing here?�

Karin turned to see Grimmjow stomping up to them. She blinked and then realized he must have gotten back from his patrol only to have Lilinette inform him that she was here. Karin moved over to mould her body against his and quickly filled him in on what was going on. She felt him go rigid with anger as he listened and a bit of his own rage echoed through their Claim to add to hers.

He gave a nod of his head hidden under the pretence of nuzzling her neck, before stepping away and approaching the other two.

�Scram, Red,� he ordered Renji sternly. �I�ll deal with you later. Go home and cover for him with his cubs.�

Renji opened his mouth to snarl out a protest, but something flashed between the two men�s eyes, and after a moment Renji nodded and left, or rather stormed out, slamming the room�s doors behind him with a surprising amount of force. That was at least one less volatile temper in the room, although Karin had to admit she had been hoping Renji would let loose on Aizen, if only to hear aloud what the rest of them were thinking.

Not a minute after Renji was gone, Aizen walked in, looking as immaculate as ever, as if he hadn�t just been violently forcing himself upon another. Szayel, naked and bloody, thighs glistening with cum, stumbled in his wake. The Espada failed to notice them at first and appeared to be in a state of shock. It looked as if he had mentally withdrawn at some point in the evening to protect himself from the abuse done to him.

Karin felt all of her anger surge forward, and much of it came from Grimmjow. His current state was better than what she had seen in the past, but there was enough blood to know the activities in the playroom had torn him up. His eyes blearily drifted their way as the fog in them cleared and he flushed in mortification, as well as sent a wave of relief at her as he realized he was no longer alone with his oppressor.

Aizen casually walked up the dais to his throne and sat down, turning his gaze towards those gathered with that horrendous, false smile of his, as if they were all there to enjoy a cup of tea together.

�Since you are here already Karin, why don�t we start with enacting Szayel�s half of the punishment,� Aizen suggested.

�No.�

All eyes turned to face the one who had dared speak, and Aizen�s smile almost seemed to fade a fraction.

It came from Grimmjow.

�It was enough being distracted during my patrol. You cannot possibly tell me Abisara, a five-year-old kid, did something to warrant this much punishment. As far as I am concerned, being fucked by you and that puppet of yours is enough,� the Sixth declared, his lips curling into a snarl. �Unless you really did mean to bugger a child and that was what you chose for Abisara��

�I, regrettably, must concur,� Starrk agreed with a note of irritation in his voice, not at Aizen per say, but at being forced to agree with Grimmjow and oppose Aizen.

Karin saw Aizen�s reiatsu darken slightly, even though the thrum and feel of it didn�t change. However, he did a good job of hiding his surprise and displeasure at the sudden opposition to his orders. If fact, had Karin not been able to see Aizen�s reiatsu in the brief moment he let his control slip, she would never have known he�d been surprised in the first place.

The tension in the room was thick enough to cut with Pantera. Karin hadn�t expected Grimmjow to speak up in Szayel�s defence, and she hadn�t expected Starrk to say anything after he�d asked for clarification in the basement. Then again, Aizen hadn�t expected them to defend the Seventh either. This looked as if it was going to be an uncomfortable and possibly dangerous morning. She just prayed the two men knew what they were doing.

Szayel knew he�d slipped into shock at some point during the night. Knowing about it didn�t make it any easier to combat or overcome. He suspected Aizen�s Zanpakuto was in use, because there was simply no way that Aizen could last this long without a cock ring and Aizen wasn�t wearing one. Still, knowing about it did nothing to mitigate the pain he was in, nor was there any way to break the presumed illusion.

�Not even Aizen could physically perpetuate a rape for this long,� he thought bleakly.

He might be under the influence of Aizen�s Kyōka Suigetsu, but he also had little doubt that Aizen, or perhaps Gin, had repeatedly violated him as well, probably taking turns. The illusion most likely served to make his current assailant appear to be Aizen. At least, he hoped that was what was going on, just as he hoped that Gin was the only other being involved in this travesty. The thought of anyone else, particularly any Arrancar, seeing him like this made him shiver. The alternative, that Aizen had steadfastly raped him for hours on end without stopping, was just too much to take. It had to be an illusion.

He finally felt hot cum fill him and Aizen pulled away. His suspicions were confirmed when he noted the sheer amount of cum staining his thighs, but it hardly made the evening any easier to accept.

�I wonder how much time has passed,� he thought dully as Aizen finally stood up.

He remained on the bed, barely daring to breathe and not moving until someone informed him that he could. When Aizen came back into sight, he was once more his immaculate self.

�Come along pet. It�s time to receive your punishment,� Aizen smiled darkly at him.

Szayel shuddered and he forced himself to his feet. He was stiff from being in a single position for so many hours, his muscles cramped and trembled and his ass hurt. It wasn�t the worst he�d felt after Aizen was finished with him, but he certainly wasn�t comfortable by any means. The near-river of semen that ran down his legs was actually worse; the evidence confirmed that the two men had had him multiple times. Rather, Aizen had had him and had forced Gin to do the same. The night he�d just endured was one, long blurred mess, so he had no idea who had done what to him, exactly.

�Do not bother dressing, because you won�t need your clothes,� Aizen ordered as Szayel bent down to grab his uniform, still folded on the floor where he�d left it.

He reluctantly let the material of his uniform fall from limp fingers and followed Aizen up to the throne room. They passed a few patrols and various eyes looked at him, assessing his strength. The few non-Arrancar servants they passed averted their gazes and did their best to remain unnoticed, but the Arrancar gave him measuring looks, as if wondering whether they could take him out and earn his position. Aizen ignored it all as they walked towards the throne room and the audience chamber.

He wasn�t surprised to see Karin there, and even Grimmjow�s presence failed to shock him, although he couldn�t help the humiliated feeling he got when he realized how vulnerable and damaged he appeared. What did confound him was why Starrk was with them, but he was too sleep-deprived and muddled to dwell on the Primera�s presence. Instead, he tried to brace himself for even more torment, this time delivered by Karin.

Grimmjow spoke up, all but shouting �No� at Aizen with regard to any additional penalties, pulling Szayel out of his exhausted stupor. The scientist gaped at his supposed �owner.� Then Starrk opened his mouth, backing Grimmjow up and making it clear that nothing more would happen to Szayel today. He stared at the two higher-ranking Espada, dumbfounded. Even Karin looked astonished, meaning that she obviously hadn�t expected them to jump to his defence either. He could also taste the heavy anxiety in the room as they all waited for Aizen to respond to the collective challenge. It was so thick that Szayel worried he might drown in it, as its oppressive quality made it hard to breathe.

Szayel felt Aizen�s eyes fall upon him and flinched heavily. It was as if Aizen blamed him for the others� defence and defiance.

�Hmm, perhaps you�re correct,� he said thoughtfully, sitting back on his throne and crossing his legs. �You must forgive me for getting carried away. I lost track of the time.�

The tyrant offered them an apologetic smile that no one believed held any remorse.

He couldn�t believe it. Aizen was letting them go. Why? It didn�t feel like Aizen was backing down. If anything, it felt like Aizen was highly amused at them, as if he was watching a dog chase its tail. Then he felt something drape over his shoulders, fabric by the feel of it. He looked down to see the front of Starrk�s jacket, and his hand reached out to clutch the two halves of the front closed. Thankfully, it was long enough to cover his privates at least.

�C�mon,� Grimmjow muttered at him as he grabbed one of Szayel�s arms and Karin took the other. �Let�s go.�

He didn�t resist as they led him out of the Palace. It was still dark but there were streaks of pink and lavender on the eastern horizon. He had no idea he had been there so long. His first concern was his children. The desperate need for a shower was a close second.

�Kids?� he murmured.

�Home, safe and sound,� Karin answered. �Renji took care of them and when you didn�t come back he came and got me and Starrk.�

While that surprised Szayel, he was too tired to spend a lot of mental energy on it. Assured that his offspring were safe, his mind quickly returned to the locked in, sleep deprived stupor he�d been held in for who knew how many hours. So deep into it was he that he failed to realize that they hadn�t taken him back the Science and Research Division, but to Starrk�s den instead. There was a brief argument between Karin and Grimmjow, but he couldn�t make out the words as he stood, swaying. Karin left him and Grimmjow, no doubt to go back to bed. The latter led him to what he assumed was a spare room since the air in it felt a little stale, as if it hadn�t been used in a very long time. His blue-haired superior all but shoved him into the shower in the adjoining bathroom and Szayel stumbled before catching himself against the tiles on the back wall. Grimmjow�s gruff instruction followed him into the bath.

�Clean yourself up before Ajuga wakes up and scurries in here to see if you�re all right. Then get your ass to bed.�

�I can�t. I have too much work to do,� he protested weakly, the fear he could hear in his voice making him feel pathetic. It was true. He did have too much to do and not enough time to do it.

�That wasn�t a request,� Grimmjow stated and marched out, leaving Szayel leaning against the wall of the shower.

The scientist had no strength left and slid to the floor. He sat there for a moment before working the jacket off and reaching up to turn on the tap. The hot water beating down on him helped stir him enough that he was able to scrub his thighs until they were bright red. It wasn�t the worst thing that Aizen had ever done to him, at least as far as pain and violence. No new carved kanji graced his body and he didn�t require bandaging.

He finally forced his exhausted body to turn the water off and he hauled himself back to his feet and towelled himself until he was mostly dry. As he staggered out of the small bathroom, his eyes fell on the futon that someone had laid out for him while he�d tried to rid himself of Aizen�s latest �tribute.�

�Perhaps I should take a quick nap. I need to function at top capacity and I can�t do that as sleep deprived as I am.�

Then he paused as a thought occurred to him.

Aizen had raped him, but not in the overly violent manner he�d come to expect from his tormenter. It had hurt and it was disgusting and degrading of course, but again, he�d suffered much worse treatment in the past. In fact, Aizen hadn�t even made him look at him or even acknowledge him.

�Son of a bitch�� Szayel cursed softly as he fell onto the futon, burying his face in a pillow as the reason for the �leniency� became clear.

His real punishment hadn�t necessarily been the rape, which would be unreasonable for a child, but sleep deprivation. Aizen would assume he had been awake for the last three days desperately trying to find the solution to the radiation problem and used his own fatigue against him. The rape had simply been the method Aizen used to keep him awake, a freebie for the bastard to enjoy while walking a thin line as far as �punishments� went.

Minor sleep deprivation was a fitting punishment for a child, the Hollow equivalent of a human sending a child to bed without supper.

As far as Szayel was concerned, Aizen was splitting hairs. The man had once promised him the finest laboratory in existence if Szayel would only work to ensure his victory. He had the laboratory, but the price for it kept going ever higher and Szayel�s willingness to keep paying what seemed like a never-ending toll had begun to erode. Aizen had threatened his children and that was unacceptable, even if those threats only served to get Szayel to engage in the perverted games Aizen wished to play. He simply could not let this escalate to the point where his son might actually become involved as well, or his daughter damaged as punishment.

Tomorrow� tomorrow, he would send a small team to collect the Garganta-creating device from the storage unit in Hueco Mundo, under the pretext of needing parts.

That was Szayel�s last thought as he finally let sleep take him, not bothering to crawl under the coverlet or bedding despite how chilly the air in the unused room was to his still-damp flesh. He simply didn�t have the energy to care anymore. When he did wake up, briefly, it was late afternoon and he found his body bundled warmly under the bed�s many blankets. Obviously, someone had checked up on him. Warm, comfortable and at least for the moment, safe, Szayel drifted off again, not even noticing the slight pull on his Claim.

Okay, the ball is really starting to roll now. Here we are on page 500/1100+

Huge hugs for the reviews. The Real King still have a few Chapter�s to go, but they are refusing to be written and it is driving me bonkers.

Next Chapter: Ajuga visits Gin and learned of all of the travesties Aizen has committed against Szayel. She is less than pleased.

This Weeks Question: So who is all getting snow already? We got about a foot now and it�s still coming down in a leisurely manner.
- 35
- 36
- 37
You need to be logged in to leave a review for this story.You need to be logged in to leave a review for this story.
Report Story

Prize of Victory 2	By : NovaAlexandria Category: Bleach > General Views: 56251 -:- Recommendations : 2 -:- Currently Reading : 5
Disclaimer: I do not own Bleach nor make a profit from this story

Prize of Victory 2