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Destructions Malice.	By : Jessykins Category: Bleach > AU - Alternate Universe Views: 10904 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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A month had past, and it had been a long month . Rukia had not seen the outside of the Arrancars room since she first arrived, she had however seen a great deal of Grimmjow. He had done dozens of things with her, she had come each and every time he started…sometimes two or three times. Today was the second day in arrow she had awoke with no restraints on, she had explored the room both days. She had opened the closet, the cabinets, checked under the bed all of which had been more or less uneventful. Today however she noticed a small change right off the bat, the chest at the end of the bed was open. She sat on the bed for what must have been a half hour simply staring at it. Was it a trick? Was Grimmjow looking for a reason to punish her? She slowly worked up the courage to peer into the chest. What she found inside caused her to blush almost instantly. Rukia had thought she had seen all the contents of the box…it turned out she was wrong. In a flash she was kneeling in front of it, rummaging through its contents. She lifted a long clear object examining it curiously. She flipped a small switch and the item hummed powerfully in her hand, she blushed realizing what it was for. By the time she was finished looking through the chest she couldn’t wait for Grimmjow to return. Her hatred for that man had changed somewhat to, she had been in the most compromising positions for him. She had done humiliating things at a whim, and somehow enjoyed every second of it. He had came and toyed with her four times a day everyday…she knew she was addicted to what he and those rings on her body could do, the way she felt in his caress, the sensations his mouth and fingers gave her. There was a sound outside the door, someone was coming. Her heart jumped in her chest at the thought of him returning. She disrobed as she had been instructed to at his return. This time however she slipped into something she had found in the chest. It was made of leather, it actually covered very little of her. In fact it was made specifically not to cover the interesting parts of her body. She had nearly fallen off the bed trying to get both arms into the cuffs attached to her waist, but after wiggling about for a bit she managed to in essence tie herself up.

It was just in time, the handle of the door squeaked lightly. “Welcome back mast…” she began turning to greet Grimmjow and offer her “Services” to him (something else she had been taught)

But to her own surprise…someone else. The man was very tall…maybe taller then Grimmjow, but he was far smaller…bordering on scrawny.

“Well ain’t you a well trained little slut of a Shinigami.” The voice was odd and made her uncomfortable, it was…snake like. “Grimmjow has you trained well pet-sama…”

The lanky Arrancar slid into the room locking the door behind him. Rukia stared at him defiantly…the first showing of real defiance in at least a week. She found herself trembling in his presence…there was something dark about him. The Arrancar wrapped his long boney fingers around her chin. She tried to pull away but found he could hold her still with just a few fingers.

“Pet-sama…you will show me what a good little slut you are.” Said that piercing voice.

The Arrancar suddenly grasped a tuff of her hair and lifted her painfully off the bed, his one eye wild with anger. She screamed as she was lifted, and was quickly met with a strong punch to the stomach for doing so.

“A good slut doesn’t scream unless she is told to!” his voice was now violent…it rang in her ears loudly, “I’ll start removing parts of you that you will miss if you don’t keep quiet!”

Rukia bit her lip hard, trying to deal with the shooting pain across her scalp. She found herself calling for Grimmjow in her subconscious, praying that he would save her from this man. Praying that he would hold her in his arms, that he would make this man go away.

“Yuck…that bastard has a weird taste in women doesn’t he pet-sama.” Said the man as he surveyed her body, “Look at you, ain’t got no tits, gave me that pissed off look and you scream when you get your hair pulled…worthless if ya ask me.” He grunted in annoyance and dropped her back onto the bed, “If I’da known you was like this I wouldn’t have come, I was expecting something worth fucking.”

Rukia had tears falling down her cheeks already, he was an evil bastard. She tried to crawl away, roll to the side do something when those boney hands roughly grasped her and flipped her onto her side. He was much stronger then she was though and it was all a waste of time. The Arrancar casually lifted one leg upward to reveal her privates fully.

“Aha pet-sama, so we found why he has kept you.” He seemed to be both commenting and demeaning her at the same time, “I’m surprised pet sama, that pussy looks untouched.” He chuckled to himself, “A good slut needs to have sucha place well trained. Heh, why don’t I do you a favor bitch.”

She felt the tips of his fingers on her entrance for but a fraction of a second before he destroyed her. Her entire body lurched forward as the Arrancars hand forced it’s way inside her. She screamed loudly as he began violently pumping it in and out of her.

“See pet-sama! If you had been taught right this hole wouldn’t be so stubborn!” he was cackling as he destroyed her precious vagina, “That idiot Grimmjow doesn’t know what the fuck he’s doing! Maybe I’ll just take you for myself!”

The idea was horrifying, He had done this in the first five minutes he saw her…what would he do if he had her for an hour? A day? A month? She didn’t want to think of it. She couldn’t think about it…she was far to busy getting her guts tore apart. Then suddenly it was over, his hand pulled itself out.

“Yuck…” he commented putting his hand in her view, “look watcha did to my hand bitch.” He wiped it off on her face covering her in her own juices, “How rude ya slut, I go outa my way to make that pussy of yours useable and you spray this shit all over me?”

He cautiously stuck his tongue to one of his till damp fingers, Rukia noticed he had had a tattoo placed there…the number five in dark black. He took a moment, running the taste about in his mouth. He nodded lightly and smiled a large…insidious smile.

“Surprisingly you taste quiet sweet. I’da thought a Shinigami would taste bitter, you must be special pet-sama.” He raised his brow happily as he looked back to her groin, it seemed the bastard could see something he liked. “Look at that pet-sama, you have a second hole here…”

Rukias eyes widened greatly, he couldn’t plan to…Oh he could. She struggled to get free when his fingertips rested upon her second entrance, he was going to kill her, she would die if he did that to that entrance. She screamed again, but this time she cried a name.

“Grimmjow! Grimmjow!” she cried praying he would appear.

The sudden impact to her cheek made it obvious that her current company did not enjoy that outburst. She whimpered in pain, the left side of her face already bright red from the impact.

“Bitch! I told you to keep that annoying mouth of yers shut, now I’ll have to be rough with you!”

The Arrancar raised his hand high, his fingers clasped together to form a rather ominous point. It was aimed toward her groin…whether it was meant for her vagina or her rear she didn’t know. Luckily…she didn’t have to find out. Just as his hand began it’s speedy descent toward her body there was a massively powerful impact above her. Her eyes had been clenched shut in anticipation of what was to come, so she was unsure just how Grimmjow had hit him. What she did know was the other Arrancar was now gone, apparently he had taken the newly formed exit through the wall next to the bed.

Grimmjow ignored her completely, he stood on the bed casually…his hands as ever tucked comfortably in his pockets.

“Nnoitra, you bastard…” he said lowly, a tinge of anger in his voice, “I should kill you for coming here!” he bellowed, his voice so loud it was almost painful.

This…Nnoitra was yelling back, even from this distance Rukia could tell he was pissed off, “Come on then you piece a shit! I’ll cut yer guts out!”

Grimmjow roared and exploded out of the room toward the other Arrancar. Rukia remained very still as a war waged on outside. She knew all to well that the victor would likely return for her…and her fate would be decided by who exactly returned.

An hour must have past before the world outside fell silent, Rukia made no move. She remained utterly quiet, completely motionless. She feared knowing who had won, yet she also knew that she had to look…had to see if Grimmjow was okay. She rolled toward the lowest point of the gaping hole in the wall, and with a bit of effort pulled herself up to it. She grunted as she tried to pull herself to it so she could see out into this alien world. She finally got her chin on the edge of the hole when a creature landed abruptly at the entrance nearly hitting her in the process. She lurched backward in surprise falling off the bed and landing roughly on the floor. She groaned in pain for a moment before opening her eyes to see who or what it was that had came. For a moment she thought she was dead for sure, it looked like some sort of beast. It’s long wild blue hair fluttered in the outside wind, it’s claws held onto the shattered wall so tight they left jagged marks.

Rukia could hardly comprehend what it was.

It was only when her eyes met with the raging blue ones of the creature that she realized what she was looking at.

“Gr…Grimmjow?” she asked cautiously as she pulled herself onto her knees.

The monster stepped off the ledge onto the bed, and as if that form was nothing but dust the wind blew it away leaving only the man she had known as her master for the past month. She gazed at the injuries he had sustained in disbelief, a long gash acrosshis chest, another across one cheek as well as scattered bumps and bruises across the majority of his body.

“You are a lot of trouble woman…” he said quietly, his tone of voice showed just how tired he actually was.

Rukia was stunned, did he really care that much for her? Did he really risk himself for her?

“Stand woman…we are leaving.” He spoke softly as he strolled past her. His hands quickly moved toward his pockets, yet only one hand found its home…the other found a hole. “Tch” he was obviously annoyed by it’s missing.

Rukia followed him obediently, neither spoke as they moved through the corridors of the building. Rukia was astounded as to the shear size of the place, they seemed to walk nearly a mile before coming to a pair of large double doors made of wood. Grimmjow practically stumbled inside…Rukia was close behind. The Espada snapped the cuffs off of her giving her her freedom again, then pointed to a comfortable looking chair without saying a word, Rukia sat quietly. She watched as he shed the tattered clothes he was wearing. Rukia blushed…this was the first time she had seen him in the nude since that night oh so long ago.

The Arrancar lazily sat on the edge of the bed at the other end of the room, his back was to her. She could see another large gash across his left shoulder blade. The captured Shinigami stared curiously at the man, was it just the battle that made him bring her hear? Show her…himself?

*why?* she asked herself, *why…me?*

Rukia was dumbfounded, where had it all come from? Sure he was rather gentle with her these days, compared to that first night of course. But all of this…it might have been kindness. Rukia stood…and took a step toward him, his head swiveled toward her…the edge of one of those blue orbs coming to rest upon her. Rukia froze for a moment, her eyes connected with his. She took another step forward…another…another, the Espada turned away seemingly ignoring her again.

*Is it a trap?* she asked herself, still constantly on edge around him, *is he waiting until I’m to close to run?* she laughed to herself at that idea…she was already to close to run.

She had gotten halfway to him when she noticed a small bowl full of water on a small table next to the bed behind him. She was quick in gathering it and a cloth nearby, before moving back around the bed. She waited at the corner of the bed, waited for anything. His eyes slowly moved toward her until they locked onto her form, he made no other movement. Rukia cautiously moved forward, one very careful step at a time. She continued until she was just in front of him. She waited there for a moment, her breathing was quick…her heart even quicker. The Espada never looked up at her, she wasn’t sure he was even breathing.

Rukia crouched down before him, coming to a rest on her knees…the bowl and cloth set quietly on the ground between them both. The water was surprisingly cool to the touch as she dipped the cloth into it. She lifted her hand toward his chest only to be met with a low grow. She flinched as he bore a slim line of teeth at her, she had moved a bit to fast it seemed. She let her hand hover there for a moment before gently pressing it to the wound. Grimmjow didn’t move as she slowly moved across his many wounds, cleaning each as best she could.

Rukia didn’t know why she was doing it, she had every right in the world to hate him. She was supposed to want him dead…want him gone from her life…but she didn’t. He had cared for her after what he had done, he had given her pleasure beyond anything she imagine possible…he had even bled for her. Rukia had come to his cheek, it was all that remained untouched. Yet even after all she had done he growled. It was low and guttural, it vibrated outward from the very base of his throat. As her hand drew close the Arrancars own hand quickly shot out taking hold of her neck. Rukia winced at his grip, it was hard…but not necessarily angry…almost just a reaction. They remained there for a moment simply staring at each other, Rukia unsure if he would choke her into unconsciousness or let go.

Grimmjows rock hard gaze broke suddenly when he felt the cool cloth touch his cheek. She had done it anyway…even with his violent gaze locked onto her…she had done it. He could see the overwhelming fear in her eyes, could feel the tremble of her body as he held her life in his hands…yet she slowly cleaned his cheek.

Rukia yelped loudly as Grimmjow suddenly pulled her toward him, flipping her backward onto the bed and roughly pinning her arms above her head.

“Woman…why would you show compassion for your enemy?” his question was blunt and without emotion. “I have used you as a toy for a month, humiliated you in boredom…so why?

Rukia blinked at him, he was talking to her like a person…instead of a toy. “you…you saved me that’s all.” She said looking away from him in a forgotten act of defiance toward him.

Rukia yelped when suddenly Grimmjows teeth locked firmly upon her shoulder. She squirmed against him trying to get his teeth off of her. She felt blood pooling at his teeth, he was going to eat her!

“Please…no!” she cried wiggling in his grasp, trying to get free.

Rukia arched her back forcing her body up into him in an attempt to push him away, instead the Arrancar wrapped a strong arm beneath her lower back and pulled her up into a sitting position. The shooting pain in her shoulder ceased, and the Arrancars remaining hand caressed the back of her neck ever so gently. She gazed down to see her captor slowly lapping up the blood from the wound he had inflicted…it was surprisingly erotic. Her hands automatically wrapped around him, one sliding through his messy hair the other clutching him firmly.

“Gri…Grimmjow!” she cried as his lips pressed down on the small cut sucking on it powerfully.

His hand was wrapped around her throat again, those wild eyes staring into her very soul, “I am your master woman…you will address me as you have been taught to!”

Rukia whimpered in his powerful grasp, nodding obediently to his command. It seemed that her plan would come to fruition even after all that had happened. She blushed as the Arrancar forced her arms back into the restraints attached to her lower back, leaving her at his full disposal once again. His lips were pressed to hers now, the kiss was rough…dominant…yet passionate. She hardly managed to kiss him back in her confusion, on one hand he was berating and using her…on the other he was actually being sexual with her.

The Arrancar had kissed her long and hard, and his fingers had gotten to her privates as they had so many times before. Now Rukia was on her knees, her head flush to the bed rear lifted into the air facing him. She felt the Arrancar move his body to her, felt the tip of his throbbing member rest upon her rear. Grimmjow tormented her, lightly tracing the edges of that puckered little entrance. She whimpered lowly, her body was trembling in fear and anticipation.

The man leaned forward, his weight building on that one small spot. Rukia winced, that hole was almost untouched…and she wasn’t sure if his large member would be able to get it in. The weight kept building and building, Rukia breathing was harsh…her hands clutched into small fists behind her back. There was a brief moment of surrealism…Grimmjows hands wrapped around her fists, and embraced them softly. That small hole slid open around his girth sucking it forward, The Arrancar groaned as his length disappeared inside the girl.

“M…master…it’s too big! It’s going to…tear me!” she cried, her eyes clamped shut at the intense sensation of being filled.

Grimmjow pressed forward roughly, the last few inches of it filled the girl…even he was impressed. He leaned forward planting his hands on either side of her shoulders, his calm breath falling on her neck, “Quit your bitching woman…Your getting fucked…you should be grateful.”

The Arrancar gave her little time to adjust, his throbbing length nearly fell out on the backstroke, then it pilled back into her. Rukia moaned loudly each time it slid into her, the friction alone enough to drive her over the edge. Her master’s speed was already building, his thick cock stretching her rear to its limits. Rukia bounced back and forth against him, the sensations slowly turning from pain to raw unadulterated pleasure.

Soon the Arrancar was pounding her rear at a blistering pace, Rukia was barely conscious…her mind had shut down to cope with the sensations jutting through her body. Grimmjow took hold of one of the leather straps on her upper back pulling her up so that her back was flush to his chest. Her eyes opened slowly when his might came to a rest in her depths. She turned to look at him over her shoulder to find herself resting on top of him. He was resting casually one arm resting behind his head…his grin was wide on his face.

“Turn around woman…and don’t let me fall out.”

Rukia obliged him, turning her body slowly to give him the full view he seemed to want. She whimpered as his cock twisted about inside her, struggling to keep her balance and stay on him as she did so. She sighed…finally turned around she was faced with those eyes of his…capable of drawing her cheeks red even after all the time that had past.

“Fuck me…shinigami…and don’t stop until you can’t even think.”

Rukia bit her lip as she started riding him, was this her reward for her compassion? Was his cock the only thing he would offer to her? She would think of it later, and wonder why she continued swaying her hips for him if she found it so demeaning. Her pace had surpassed his own now, small spurts of her love juices coated his abs. She was making such embarrassing sounds, moans and whimpers, she shouted “more!” into the air as if it would magically give her more of what she wanted. She was conscious of her master groaning as she road him, and somewhere inside she was thankful she could finally give him what he had given her so much of.

Her body trembled with pleasure…the pressure was already overwhelming…she could climax if she let her mind wander for but a second. Yet she persisted, trying to force him to finish…force him to give her some ounce of accomplishment.

“pl…please…finish with…me.” She gasped between labored breaths.

For a time it seemed her request had gone unheard, until his hands roughly took hold of her hips and spun her onto her back. Grimmjow pulled one of her legs over his shoulder, and resumed his powerful thrusts from earlier. Rukia let go almost instantly, letting the overwhelming sensations consume her. Her body arched and twisted, accented the subtle curves of her figure and massaging his length at the same time. Her abdomen muscles flared as she neared the end, her rear entrance clutched him powerfully. The Arrancar groaned, his thrusts flurried in speed. Rukia couldn’t speak…couldn’t tell him it was going to happen, she could only close her eyes and hold on for the ride.

Grimmjow lurched forward pushing the girl into a powerful orgasm. He gritted his teeth as her rear tightened around him, her muscles there were stronger then he could have imagined. The pure bliss inspired by it pushed him into an equally overwhelming orgasm. He pressed deeply forward, his climax erupting deep within her. The Arrancar fell forward, his body covering the girl with ease. He was actually panting…something he did not do easily these days.

Rukia felt lightheaded, felt as though she would not be able to walk if she tried. She felt…full, her rear was hot…tender as the Arrancar twisted his body slightly allowing his length to fall from her. She nuzzled his chin slightly, nibbling on his ear as she did so.

Grimmjow gazed at her softly…exhaustion much more apparent now. He ran his fingers over her shoulder, “You will never show this to those who dwell here…” he spoke quietly yet firmly. “Rest woman…tomorrow…things change…”

The Arrancar rolled off of her, and comforted himself in the bed. Rukia’s last thoughts as she fell into dream was of the “change” he spoke of.
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x_pink_cloud_x –Thanks for the review : D This chapter is a bit lighter! It probably won’t last to long though >.>. Glad you think I’m on point for Grimmy, I’ve spent a lot of time working on that. You should email me about this FFN account thingy, I am lost o_o

najdan _Thanks for reading! I hope I can continue to impress!
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