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Shinigami Women's Secret Society	By : KelliDenise Category: Bleach > Het - Male/Female Views: 26430 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 3
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Week 3: _ and Kenpachi Zaraki
Mission: Dress for Success – Kenpachi's Obsession
Day 1
She sat alone, thoughtfully gazing into a pond on the outskirts of the Seireitei. Somewhere she knew she was not likely to be disturbed. She needed time to think. Her mission was not at all what she'd expected it to be. In retrospect no one ever knew what to expect from Yoruichi and Rangiku so she shouldn't have been surprised. The question was; how was she supposed to get Captain Zaraki to give her five of the bells from his hair without him knowing who she was?
"Dress for Success," she said, repeating the week's lesson aloud.
'Samurai armor can't be easy to come by these days.' she thought. She wasn't sure if that would be considered dressing for success, but it was definitely dressing smart. Gods only knew what the crazed captain of the eleventh squad would do when he heard her request.
'I can see it now,' she thought. Good day captain Zaraki. I was wondering if perhaps you wouldn't mind letting me have five of the bells from your lovely yet very masculine and not at all ridiculously styled hair. 'After he stares at me for a few seconds, he'd reach up and snatch off his eye patch. If I wasn't completely crushed by his spiritual pressure that sick smile would spread across his face and he'd say, "I'll give you one for every time you cut me." After which, I'd bow politely, turn on my heels and haul ass, suddenly remembering that I liked being alive.
"Perhaps I could wear wicker basket on my head like Captain Komamura used to," she said to herself.
Of course the Captain of the eleventh division wasn't exactly what you would call bright, but surely he wouldn't be fooled by a simple disguise…or would he. 'Maybe, I could try…and if I suppressed my reiatsu', she thought, sighing as the breeze carried a loose strand of hair over her eye. She leaned forward, cupping her face in her hands. Coming up with a plan would be difficult, but she'd figure something out. Failure was definitely not an option.
Day 2
An idea came to her in the wee hours of the morning, waking her from a peaceful slumber. She knew she would need some assistance so she made up her mind to go see Lieutenant Matsumoto first thing in the morning. Everyone in the Seireitei knew shopping and being sexy was her forte. Looking at the clock she lay back down, feeling a little better about her mission.
When she awoke again it was a few hours later, but still rather early. Rangiku was not what you would call an early riser, but she just couldn't wait any longer. She decided to check the Lieutenant's room first. It would be best if running into Captain Hitsugaya could be avoided. She hoped she wouldn't raise any suspicion by being there. She wasn't exactly one of the Lieutenant's known friends. Of course she had the right to call on who ever she pleased and seriously doubted if anyone would say anything at all. 'I'm just being paranoid', she thought.
When she arrived at her destination, she found that she was hesitant to knock. This had the potential to be very embarrassing since she was known to be a soft-spoken and reserved person. She took a deep breath and knocked on the door of the tenth squad Lieutenant, hoping that Rangiku would not make this more uncomfortable for her than it already was. She waited a moment then knocked again…nothing. 'That's surprising. I know she's not gone already. It's too early. Maybe she's passed out'.
She turned slowly, trying to decide what to do next. Maybe she could talk to Captain Shihoin instead. Nodding to herself she decided that was probably the best course of action. As she turned to walk away, Rangiku's door flew open. She turned to face the surprised face of the blonde Lieutenant. If there had been any question as to why the men in the Seireitei practically worshipped the ground the Lieutenant walked on, she had the answer now. She definitely had an abundance of womanly…uh, charms. She had obviously just finished bathing and was wrapped in a towel that was straining to contain all of her…assets. Her dripping wet hair was hanging wildly around her face. She was beautiful, that was for sure. 'Why would she answer the door this way? What if I had been a man?' she thought. They stared at each other speechless until Rangiku finally broke the awkward silence.
"Fancy meeting you here," said the Lieutenant with her trademark laugh.
She invited her unexpected guest inside and closed the door behind her.
"I'm sorry to call so early, Lieutenant, but it was rather urgent that I speak with you." Rangiku nodded and took a seat on her bed giving the raven haired woman her undivided attention.
"I've done quite a bit of thinking about my mission, and I think I have an idea. The problem is, I need some supplies," she said with a small smile. Rangiku just stared at her obviously not understanding what the woman was asking. "I don't know where I would get the supplies, Lieutenant."
"Oh, ok. Well, what do you need? I'm always up for a shopping trip," she said, all of a sudden very excited. "Oh, we can go to the human world," she squealed, jumping up and quickly putting on her uniform.
"This will be so much better than hiding from my captain all day," Rangiku said, cringing at the thought of doing paperwork. "I'll handle everything. Meet me at Yoruichi's in thirty," she said as the woman bowed, smiling nervously, and then left. Today was certain to be interesting.
The two women arrived in the human world directly in front of Urahara's shop, which to everyone's surprise he was still able to maintain, even from the Soul Society. He and Tessai came back quite often to check on a much older Ururu and Jinta. Rangiku had Yoruichi call ahead to let the two know they would be stopping by to get their gigai. The two entered the shop and were met by Ururu who was sweeping up the already clean floor, probably out of habit. The teenager looked up to see her customers and ran over, jumping on Rangiku and knocking her onto the floor.
"At least someone's glad to see me," Rangiku said laughing.
The young girl, apparently remembering herself, released the blonde Shinigami, apologizing profusely.
"Oh, don't worry about it," she said standing and straightening her robe. "I guess you have everything ready? We're here on a top secret shopping mission," she said gesturing to her companion.
The smaller Shinigami stepped from her place behind Rangiku and gave the young girl a smile. Ururu bowed politely and apologized for not greeting her earlier. She was so excited to see Rangiku that she hadn't even noticed her. Ururu led them into the back where they could get into their gigai. Rangiku threw on the clothes Ururu laid out for her and threw her shopping partner some of Yoruichi's clothes since they were close in size. They stayed long enough to enjoy some tea with Ururu, and then began their adventure.
"So what exactly are you looking for," Rangiku asked as they strolled leisurely down the street.
"Something attractive," she said sounding very unsure of herself.
"Attractive? You mean something sexy?" The other woman's eyes grew large as Rangiku continued. "You definitely came to the right person because sexy…" she said waving her 'sexy' ring in the woman's face, "is my middle name." She grabbed the woman by the hand yanking her down the street in search of a suitable place to shop.
The first place they stopped was one of Rangiku's favorite lingerie shops which made the smaller woman blush.
"Ok, let's see," she said stopping in front of a table covered in bras. "You're about a what? C or maybe a D…D I think. We'll have to get you measured," she said not giving her friend a chance to answer. She rummaged through the merchandise until she found something she liked. She held up a pink lace bra that was very lovely but not exactly what her friend was looking for. She shook her head politely before leaving Rangiku behind to look around by herself. The raven haired woman browsed the store, eyeing everything curiously. When she came across a table of what she thought were underwear. She picked up a pair and the smile dropped from her face. 'What are these supposed to be?' she thought.
"No don't get thongs," Rangiku said interrupting her thoughts. "You don't want thongs," she said. "G-strings are much more comfortable, and they're sexier," she said with a wink. "Oh! They're on sale! Let's get some!" She grabbed one of everything on the table and made her way to the register to pay.
The next place they stopped was a video store.
"Why are we stopping here," she asked Rangiku.
"Oh I have a couple movies I want to pick up. I figured we could have a movie night sometime," Rangiku replied, leaving the woman standing in the middle of the store alone as the busty blonde went to find whatever it was she was looking for.
She watched Rangiku disappear down the romantic comedy aisle and sighed. She would never get the things she needed like this. Rangiku would drag her all over creation if she didn't speak up. Besides, she couldn't stay in the living world all day. She had her duties and was sure people would start looking for her before long.
Roaming aimlessly through the store looking at the shelves of movies, none of which were familiar to her, she realized she couldn't remember the last time she saw one. She continued browsing until she spotted a magazine stand over to the left. She walked over since she'd always been an avid reader, and started skimming the covers. Seeing nothing that looked even the tiniest bit interesting she began to walk away.
'Get what you want,' she saw on a cover out the corner of her eye. She turned back, curiously staring at the magazine. There was a picture of a woman dressed in some type of costume with a scantily clad man under her foot. 'This is totally inappropriate' she thought, frowning, yet she reached for the magazine and opened it to a random page.
The story's header immediately stood out to her:
Do you want men jumping off of bridges and slitting their wrists for just a little bit of your lovin'?
Do you wish you could get anything you want from any man you want?
Well with these 5 easy steps you'll have the man of your dreams wrapped around your little finger. He'll be putty in your hands. He will live to please only you.
'Lovin'?' She wasn't sure if she liked the idea of someone hurting themselves for her. That didn't make much sense, but she supposed if they did, it wouldn't be too bad. After all, that's what the fourth division was for, taking care of the injured. With wrinkled eyebrows she closed the magazine, once again looking at the front and studying the picture. The shoes the woman wore were terribly impractical. She wondered what shape her feet were in to fit in those pointy shoes. The man acting as her step stool had to be in a serious amount of pain, but his face appeared as if he enjoyed being degraded that way. As disconcerting as the picture was, there was something about it that intrigued the Shinigami. Perhaps it was the level of power the woman seemed to have over the man and the fact that he seemed to enjoy submitting to her obviously twisted will. She decided she needed to do more research. She looked around for Rangiku, spotting her on the other side of the store. She quickly made her way to the counter to pay for the magazine and slid it into her purse. Ignoring the questioning stare of the cashier she turned to seek out Rangiku. They needed to get out of there.
She was finally able to get Rangiku to leave the store, but not before buying two 'chick flicks' as she called them, Sex in the City and The Sweetest Thing. Not that she had the right to judge.
"Where to next," Rangiku asked turning to her friend. She shrugged as two giggling children ran by knocking her bag onto the ground.
"Sorry lady," one of them yelled back as they disappeared around the corner.
She smiled, gazing after them as Rangiku knelt down to retrieve her bag and the magazine that had fallen out.
"Hmm, pretty racy stuff," Rangiku said. Her friend turned around slowly, smile still on her face…until she spotted what the Lieutenant was holding. Her face turned beet red as she reached up to snatch the magazine back.
"No need to be embarrassed," Rangiku said, snickering, willingly returning her reading material. "Gotta learn somehow."
"I need it for research," she said quietly, placing the source of her embarrassment back inside of her purse. "I need a disguise," she said changing the subject. There was no more time to be shy about it. Might as well get what she needed so they could get back. How did she expect Rangiku to help her if she wouldn't tell her what she needed? The whole point of this group was to let go of your inhibitions and have some fun. Although she had to admit she wasn't having much fun at the moment, but that was because she acting like a prude, something she definitely was not.
"A disguise?" Rangiku was baffled.
"Yes. Captain Zaraki might not be the smartest, but surely he will know me without one.
Rangiku took a moment to think. What kind of costume could she possibly have in mind? Then she remembered the magazine….
"Hmm," she noted.
Did she really have in mind what Rangiku thought she did? If so, she needed Yoruichi's help not hers. Rangiku looked at the small woman who was looking up at her expectantly. Her cheeks still slightly flushed from embarrassment. She had guts, that was for sure.
"I know a place," she said as she turned to lead her to one of Yoruichi's favorite spots. "We may need to get this on video," she said as they strolled together, coaxing a little laugh from her companion.
Day 3
Rangiku thought it would be a good idea if her shopping partner went to see Yoruichi, just for a couple of pointers. She didn't know exactly what the woman was planning, but she had a pretty good idea. It would be no easy feat that was for sure. Yoruichi had already heard from Rangiku what they'd purchased the day before. To say she was surprised would be an understatement.
There was a light rap on the door. Yoruichi, knowing exactly who it was, opened the door, allowing the blue eyed woman to enter. She led her through the room where they usually held their meetings and up a small ladder that led to her bedroom, closing the trap door behind them.
Wasting no time she turned to her guest. "Ok, let's see it."
The woman nodded and emptied the contents of her bag. She neatly placed each item across Yoruichi's beautiful king size canopy bed, making a note to check into getting one for herself. It was quite lovely.
After laying out the last item, she stepped aside nervously, waiting for Yoruichi to finish appraising what she'd purchased. The Captain walked slowly along the perimeter of the bed, tapping her chin with her finger. She rummaged through the pile of underwear, tossing the ones she didn't like to the side.
"Wear these," she said, a red and black G-string hanging from her finger. The other woman nodded.
"Let me ask you," Yoruichi said, finally giving the woman her undivided attention. "What are you planning to do with your hair? Surely that will give you away, and since your mask covers only half of your face I suggest you wear a little make-up." She paused a moment before starting again. "On second thought, when the day comes, come here to get ready. Me and Ran will take care of you."
"Thank you, Captain," she said with a slight bow. As she lifted her head Yoruichi give her a wink and with a laugh said, "This is gonna be epic."
"See you tomorrow, Captain," the smaller woman said as she gathered her things and left.
Day 4
As she went about her daily routine, she went over everything that would happen that night in her mind. She hoped she had everything she needed. She would meet Rangiku and Yoruichi in Yoruichi's room as soon as the sun set and they would help her get ready. The easiest way to go about this, she decided, would be to go to his living quarters and wait for him. Hopefully there would be sufficient space for what she intended to do. Perhaps she could move things around a bit. She looked at the time for the fifth time that hour and sighed. Could she really be this excited to do something so…so inappropriate? She found herself wondering if the eleventh squad Captain was as well endowed as his overall size suggested. Shaking her head of the impure thoughts, she attempted to focus her mind on something more constructive…like would she be able to get it all in her mouth.
She sighed heavily, slamming her fist down on the desk. While it had been quite some time since she'd experienced this, she was no stranger to it; sexual frustration. Damn Rangiku and her stupid group. She'd gone without for years, and now she was practically foaming at the mouth at the prospect of seeing Captain Zaraki's anatomy. It wasn't quite dark yet, but it was apparent that no work would be getting done until she'd lived out her sick fantasy with the pointy-haired captain. She decided to just go ahead and leave. Her squad would surely be able to survive the rest of the day without her. Maybe she could get a quick nap in before she headed over to the Shihoin compound. She'd need all the rest she could get.
A loud knock startled her out of her deep sleep. She willed her eyes open and drug herself out of the bed. The knock came again, a little louder than before.
"I'm coming," she mumbled wondering who it could possibly be.
Finally reaching her door, she opened it to reveal a grinning Yoruichi and Rangiku.
"Don't tell me you're chickening out," Rangiku said, sounding slightly disappointed.
"Huh?" was the woman's response as she was still half asleep, and a little confused as to why the two women were there.
"You better wake up sleeping beauty, you're gonna need to be alert if you want to pull this off," Yoruichi said pushing past the woman, not bothering to wait for an invitation to enter.
"Oh my! I must have overslept. What time is it? I didn't realize I was that tired…"
"Calm down. It's fine. We're here right?" Yoruichi said. The woman nodded, taking a deep breath in an attempt to relax.
Rangiku set the large bag of supplies she was carrying down on a small table in the corner of the room. "Let's get this party started shall we."
Trying to make up for lost time, the women moved as fast as they could. Rangiku was in charge of hair and make-up and Yoruichi took care of the clothes. A little more than an hour later Rangiku and Yoruichi were staring at what looked like a completely different woman.
"Perfect," Rangiku said grinning.
"This is gonna be good," said Yoruichi making the woman blush slightly.
She felt uncomfortable and exposed, but if this was what it took to complete her mission she would do it. Besides, she wasn't being forced to do this. She could complete her mission however she wanted. As hard as it was to believe, this was completely her idea. Rangiku threw a hooded cape over the woman, covering her skimpy outfit and turned to gather her and Yoruichi's things.
"I'll go with you," Yoruichi started, turning to face the cloaked woman. "We wouldn't want your cover blown now would we?" she smirked mischievously before following the woman out the door.
"Good luck," Rangiku called over her shoulder at the two retreating figures.
They arrived at the Eleventh squad barracks, somehow managing to avoid the tiny pink haired Lieutenant. The blue eyed woman looked to Yoruichi with uncertainty..
"You'd better get started," Yoruichi said. Tonight Captain Zaraki is out drinking with his squad, but he'll be back soon." The other woman nodded in understanding. "Oh, and one last thing," Yoruichi said reaching inside her robe and pulling out a small bottle of sake. "Relax." She handed the small bottle over to the woman who reluctantly took it. "Thank you," the woman said tucking the bottle inside her bag.
"Good night," Yoruichi said with a gleam in her eye before she disappeared in a flash of shunpo.
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After placing the strongest barrier that she could around the Captain of the eleventh squad's dwelling, she took one last look around before hopping through the window. Once inside, she folded the cape up neatly and placed it in the corner of the room. Not wanting to turn the lights on and attract attention, she found her way around in the dark. His living quarters were smaller than she'd expected, mainly because the Captain was such a large man, but it was surprisingly neat. Except for the table and chairs that sat in the small kitchen and the enormous futon in the bedroom, there was really no furniture to speak of. It was perfect. She had all the space she would need. The big empty room that separated the bedroom from the kitchen was where she decided to set up.
She opened up her small bag of supplies and pulled out the pair of black shoes. She felt herself beginning to tense up. In an attempt to calm her nerves, she stood, closed her eyes and took a couple deep breaths. Her eyes snapped open as she remembered what Yoruichi gave her before she left. She reached inside the small satchel and felt around until her fingers touched the bottle that contained her salvation. With no hesitation, she opened the bottle, closed her eyes and gulped down its contents. Within minutes she was feeling the effects. She wasn't drunk, but she was defiantly relaxed. 'Mission one accomplished. Now let me get ready.'
Kenpachi entered his home, slamming the door behind him. He walked through the kitchen and unfurnished sitting room, entered his bedroom and threw his captains haori and robe on the futon. His unseen visitor stayed hidden in the shadows of the empty room. She listened as he started the shower and tried not to fidget too much as she waited for him to get out. The anticipation was killing her. 'Maybe I could get him while he's in the shower. He would be completely vulnerable.' The sound of the shower turning off brought her out of her thoughts. She stepped back into the shadows as Kenpachi emerged from his bedroom wrapped in nothing but a towel, apparently on his way to the kitchen.
"Bakudo 63, Sajo Subako (Locking bondage Stripes)," she canted.
"Huh," was all he could say before he found himself bound with yellow chains.
"Not very observant are we Captain," she said as Kenpachi looked around for the source of the voice. She hit the lights, allowing him to lay eyes upon his captor. He stared at her in awe, letting her know that Rangiku and Yoruichi had done their jobs well.
She wore a black latex bustier with buckles going all down the front that made her ample breasts sit much higher than she was used to. It was so tight, she could barely breathe, but Rangiku had said it was absolutely necessary that it be as tight as possible. Her raven black hair was pulled back into a high ponytail that came through a hole in the back of her black latex hood mask and fell neatly down her back. It reminded her of the mask of an executioner during renaissance times, but it concealed her identity perfectly. Her nose was covered leaving only her bluish purple eyes and ruby red lips exposed. Following Yoruichi's direction, she wore the red and black G-string, which also had a buckle on the front. It was surprisingly comfortable just like Rangiku said it would be. To top the whole look off she wore the most impractical shoes she'd ever laid her eyes on. They were 7 inch knee high ballet boots with thick straps that went around the front of her leg leaving slits of her leg visible. As she looked at the confused face of the mighty Kenpachi she allowed herself a small smirk. He had no idea he was looking at the Captain of the fourth division, Unohana Retsu.
Slightly buzzed from the drink, she took a moment to admire his more than impressive physique. The Gods must have been smiling down on her because at that moment his loosely knotted towel fell to the floor. Her eyes almost popped out of her head. If she didn't know any better she would think the Captain was born with a defect because it appeared to be a third leg coming from between his legs. To say that Captain Zaraki was well endowed would have been the understatement of the millennium. She tore her eyes away from his gracious plenty and realized that his usually spiky hair hung down past his shoulders, dripping water down his chest and back. Of course the bells were nowhere in sight but she couldn't bring herself to worry about such a small detail at that moment when there were so many other wonderful things to think about.
The spell she used would usually bind the targets arms down to their sides, but by simply reversing the hand signal, the chains wrapped around his wrists and ankles and disappeared into the ceiling and the floor, stretching him spread-eagle.
"Captain Zaraki," she said, in a stronger, more seductive voice than she normal used. "I'm here because you have something that I want." Once again her gaze fell between his legs. This did not go unnoticed by the eleventh division Captain. "And I'm not leaving until I get it," she said reaching down to grab her whip.
Upon seeing the barbed cat o'nine tails Kenpachi's confused expression slowly fell away. The corners of his mouth began to curl up revealing his trademark slightly crooked smile, something that she'd secretly always found very appealing.
"Waddaya want," he said in his rough voice.
She sauntered over to the chained Shinigami, dragging the whip behind her, and almost broke her neck as she looked up into his dark eye. He wondered how she was able to walk so gracefully in those shoes. "Don't speak unless I tell you too," she said with authority. Reaching up, she placed her hand on his chest and proceeded to rake her perfectly manicured nails down his torso so hard it would have drawn blood on anyone else. His reiatsu flared slightly in excitement as she stalked around his body, dragging her hand around to his sculpted back. She needed him to be on her level. His size was prohibiting her from doing what she wanted.
"Get on your knees," she commanded. Kenpachi turned slightly, looking at the small woman over his shoulder with a raised eyebrow, but made no move to follow her instruction.
"Bakudo 9, Geki (Strike)," she purred.
All of a sudden Captain Zaraki no longer had control of his…anything. He dropped to the floor like a sack of potatoes, arms still stretched high above his head and legs spread wide. His head hung down causing his hair to fall forward hiding his face. She ran her fingers through his hair massaging his scalp for a moment coaxing a deep grunt from his throat, before gripping it and yanking his head back. He looked surprisingly calm for someone that had just become paralyzed.
"Do as you're told," she said. "Or you will be punished." She pushed his head back with a little more force than was necessary, letting his head fall back to his chest. She released him from his paralysis and walked back across the room to her bag of supplies trying to decide what to do next. Kenpachi lifted his head slowly as he regained control of his body. He pulled at the chains testing their strength. It probably wouldn't be too hard to break free but he'd probably destroy half the barracks doing it. He figured there was no need to try and escape. She hadn't even done anything yet and it was getting more interesting by the minute. He watched as she walked slowly into his kitchen and turned on the light. Taking the opportunity, he made his way to his feet and looked around, finally taking in his surroundings.
There was a small black bag lying in the corner and a couple metal objects, that didn't look familiar, laid out on the floor. The sound of her heels on the floor announced her presence as she returned from the kitchen, with one of his bottles of sake in hand. Kenpachi's eyes met hers as she snapped the whip back, and without saying a word, lashed him across the chest. The barbed tails should have ripped through his flesh with ease, but this was Kenpachi. All that was left were barely visible pink welts. He glanced at his chest then back up at the mysterious woman.
"That's all you got?" he asked sounding slightly amused.
Unohana smiled inwardly. He had no idea who he was messing with. She drew her arm slightly behind her back, making the barbs scrape against the floor. 'I guess he wants to learn the hard way.' She focused on the whip in her hand, pumping it with her reiatsu until it began to glow and lashed him across the chest again. This time, much to Kenpachi's surprise, it cut through his skin like butter. He narrowed his eyes to slits trying to figure out who this woman could possibly be. He knew of no woman strong enough to cut him…maybe Yoruichi but the golden eyes and purple hair would have been a dead giveaway. Kukaku?
She couldn't help but notice the slight twitch between his legs as blood splattered on him, her and the floor. 'So he likes that does he?'
"Do not disobey me again," she said walking up to him. "Now…on your knees, and don't speak again unless you're instructed to."
He looked down at her with an animalistic look in his eyes, and made no move to follow her instructions. Lifting the bottle of sake, she poured the liquid over his wounds causing the man to actually grimace…slightly.
"Down," she said in a surprisingly intimidating tone, really starting to get into the dominant roll.
He stared at her defiantly for a moment before slowly dropping to his knees, not because he was afraid of the consequences, but because he was curious. Blood and sake ran down his chest, and pooled around his knees on the wood floor. His eyes followed her as she circled around him, stopping at his back. She admired the hardness of his muscles and the scars that adorned it. Reaching out, she gently traced her fingers along a couple of them. Each told a story of a different battle or adventure. She decided it was high time she made her mark on the Captain too. Taking a few steps back, she took a drink of the sake she'd taken and sat it on the floor beside her. Then without warning, lashed Kenpachi across the back with the glowing whip. His body stiffened slightly as his reiatsu flared. His blood stained the white walls, making the room look like the scene of a brutal murder.
She repeated the action twice more before walking up behind the bleeding man and yanking his head back by the hair. His eyes were crazed and his breath was ragged. Not because of the pain, this was nothing compared to some of the fights he'd been in. This strange woman was turning him on more and more with every move she made. It was becoming difficult to control himself. He wanted to break free and ravish her on the blood-stained floor.
Looking over his broad shoulders she saw that he was becoming aroused. She rolled her eyes in disgust.
"Can't you control yourself," she said before pushing his head forward, releasing his hair. He listened to the nine tails drag across the floor as she came around to face him, his eye on her latex covered face and hers on his semi erect manhood that was almost touching the floor. After admiring it for a moment, she turned and headed for her supplies. She returned with her hands full, but he couldn't make out what any of it was. Stopping in front of him she got down on her knees, noticing the wounds on his chest had almost stopped bleeding. She dropped the various items on the floor between them and watched as the well-built man appraised them. She picked up the metal cock ring and the padlock making Kenpachi's eyes widen. There were long spikes on the inside and a place for the padlock to go once it was clamped shut. Just the thought of them digging into his cock made a tingle go up his spine.
Retsu took his member in her small hand, barely able to wrap it all the way around, and slowly closed the two inch wide ring around him. The spikes dug uncomfortably into his sensitive flesh making his chest rumble with what sounded like a growl. She grabbed the padlock with the other hand, slipped in through the hole and snapped it shut. Had he been completely hard she would have not been able to get it on. She sat back on her heels and looked him directly in the eyes.
"I'm disappointed by your lack of discipline. Since you can't control yourself, I will do it for you," she said nodding towards his tortured penis. With that she began to stand but stopped midway as if remembering something. She leaned forward, making sure to maintain eye contact with her fellow captain and slowly licked the pre-cum from the tip of his cock, closing her eyes to savor the taste. Leaning back on her heals she gathered her things and rose to her feet.
Now behind him, she placed the small bottle of lube on the floor beside her, grabbed the bottle of sake and took a couple gulps. She looked at the toy in her hand. It was a weird looking thing but Rangiku had insisted she buy it and Yoruichi explained how to use it. A prostate toy, appropriately called 'The Progasm', specifically designed for male pleasure. The box said it was shaped to slide in comfortably and stimulate both internally and externally. The tilted tip was rounded at the end for maximum prostate contact, and it had rounded ball tips at the front and back for perineum and testicle massage.
She thought about preparing him with her fingers before using the toy, but decided against it, opting to just go for the gusto. She placed a small amount of the strawberry lube on the tip and slowly pressed against his entrance. His body stiffened for a moment and he let out a guttural moan, as she slowly pushed past the tight ring of muscle. She stopped, giving him a moment to adjust, and she saw his body relax. After what she considered was enough time, she pushed farther in until she found his prostate. She smiled when he sucked in a sharp breath, and started to massage it just the way Yoruichi taught her. His breathing became heavier as her massage sent wave after wave of pleasure through his body. There was no pain, only pleasure, which Unohana thought needed to change. Leaving the toy inside of him, she crawled around, only stopping when his leaking member, that was being slightly weighed down by the heavy metal of the cock ring and padlock was in front of her. Blue eyes met black as she licked up the liquid that escaped the small slit and moaned as if it were the best thing she'd ever tasted.
Realizing there was no way he could fit through the mouth opening on her mask, she got up and quickly but gracefully walked over to her bag. She reached in, grateful that she decided to bring the blindfold just in case, and returned to her spot in front of Kenpachi. After locking eyes with him one last time she slipped the blindfold over his head, thrusting him into darkness. She knew that once his sight was taken away all his other sensed would get stronger, intensifying the pleasure. After assuring that he could not see she removed the latex mask and laid it to the side, immediately making herself more comfortable.
She tried getting on her hands and knees, but once she tried to reach between his legs to continue massaging his prostate she realized it would be better for him to lay down. She immediately removed the massager, released him from the spell keeping his arms chained and told him to lie down, which he did without a word. The weight from the cock ring was less of an issue now that he was on his back and his hands were now free.
"Knees up," she commanded as she moved around to his head. She removed her G-string and crawled down his massive frame until her mouth hovered above his manhood. His reiatsu flared and his cock twitched as she began to slowly lick around the head teasingly. She sat up on his chest and rubbed a small amount of lube on her finger. Placing the small bottle aside, she leaned forward and rubbed the lube on his pink puckering hole. She then inserted the massager and took him in her mouth simultaneously.
"Fuck," he said, clasping his hands behind his head.
Her warm mouth engulfed him as she circled her tongue around his width. The spikes of the cock ring pressed dangerously against his sensitive skin. Her rhythm became steady as she massaged his prostate. The room was thick with his spiritual pressure, making her grateful she'd thought to put up the barrier.
Kenpachi lay on his back trying to fight back his growing erection. He knew if he were to get all the way hard that damned contraption the woman put on him would definitely draw blood. It felt so fucking good…all of it. The pain from the wounds on his chest and back, the steady rubbing of whatever the hell it was on his prostate, her warm mouth around his dick and her wetness on his chest. He tried to block out the slurping sound as it was slowly making him lose his composure. Remembering his arms were no longer chained reached down and placed his large hands around her tiny waste.
As punishment for moving without her permission, she attempted to deep throat his massive size, relaxing her throat muscles as it slipped past her uvula and blocked her air passage.
"Shit," he yelled, unconsciously lifting his pelvis, thrusting himself farther down her throat.
She gagged as her eyes started to water. Pulling back, she gasped for much needed air. 'This is ridiculous,' she thought. There was still a few inches between her mouth and the metal ring. There was no way she would be able to take all of that. Her thoughts were interrupted when a large hand gripped the back of her head, thrusting him back into her mouth. She tried to pull back, but he was too strong. He was about to, quite literally, fuck her brains out. While she couldn't say that she wasn't enjoying it, this was not the plan. She had to maintain control.
Kenpachi heard her mumble something and before he got a chance to wonder why she thought she could talk with her mouth full of dick, he was being restrained again. His arms were pulled out straight to his sides. His chest rumbled with an animalistic sounding growl making Unohana smile smugly…well smile as much as she could under the circumstances. She rotated her hips on his muscular chest, smearing him with her juices. Her vision was blurred by tears and saliva covered almost every inch of her face. She thrust the massager deep inside of him as she sucked hard on just the head of his cock. A jolt of electricity shot through Kenpachi's body causing him to make a sound reminiscent of one of his battle cries. The room filled with yellow reiatsu as the spiked cock ring popped open, ripping the padlock in half, closely followed by the sound of him breaking the chains that restrained him.
"Shit." Before she could react, he had her waist and was pulling her moist opening to his lips, making him slide out of her mouth with a loud pop.
The pressure in the room was getting to the point that if she didn't counter it with her own, she wouldn't be able to breathe. Concealing her identity was beginning to take a back seat to just enjoying herself. She fought back. Trying to regain some type of control, she wrapped her arms around his toned thighs and pulled herself forward but was met with resistance from Kenpachi pulling her back to him. He darted his freakishly long tongue inside of her before getting a hold of her swollen nub and sucking hard, making Retsu let out a high pitched scream. She let go of his legs and clawed the floor. He continued to lick up the left and down the right of her wet folds and enjoyed feeling her body convulse each time he sucked on her. He reached up and tore the corset she was wearing clean off her body, freeing her breasts and in once swift movement picked her up by the waist and slammed her down on his rock hard cock.
"Captain Zaraki," she yelled coaxing a grin from the blindfolded man. He was big…too big.
Hearing himself called Captain during sex was oddly erotic. He wanted to see her but he would settle for just being able to feel her like this. He thrust into her as hard as he could trying to split her in half, enjoying her screams of pleasure mixed with a little pain. His pace was fast, and hard. If he had not been holding onto her waist he probably would have sent her flying through the roof. Kenpachi sat up, spinning her around to face him and roughly grabbed her full breasts as she clasped her hands behind his neck. Her breathing was ragged as he pinched and twisted her nipples.
"Unh…Captain," she moaned, driving Kenpachi even madder. He grabbed her flowing ponytail yanking her head back and bit her neck making her suck in a breath. He trailed his tongue to her ear, biting… nibbling on her earlobe before unceremoniously crashing their lips together in the most savage kiss she had ever had. She worked her hips on his cock as his tongue easily gained dominance over hers. Retsu could feel her release slowly building up inside of her. She squeezed herself around him making him break their kiss.
"Fuck…" Kenpachi yelled, realizing he didn't have a name to yell. "Woman!"
He released her hair pushing her back onto the floor. After lifting her legs onto his shoulders he stood…or squatted, supporting her back with his arms and cupping her shoulders with his hands. He then proceeded to plow into her with no remorse. She was hanging on for dear life.
"Cum for me, woman!" he commanded, continuing to slam into her.
In a moment of complete idiocy and blind lust Captain Unohana reached up and caressed the side of Kenpachi's face before grabbing the bottom strap of his eye patch and snatching it right from under the blindfold.
Unohana was forced to counter his crushing spiritual pressure by releasing the full force of her own.
Kenpachi laughed insanely. "You're my kind of woman," he yelled and pounded into her even harder; if that was even possible.
"Captain Zaraki…Unh," she yelled at the top of her lungs as she released. Feeling her release on his cock and convulsing in his arms sent him over the edge not to long after, literally blowing the roof off of Kenpachi's home. The mix of two of the strongest Captain's reiatsu proved to be too much for her barrier as well as half of the eleventh division. Barely able to stand, he slowly sat her down without a word and just stood there, making no move to remove the blindfold. Unohana quickly picked up her mask, slipping it over her head. She then took off his blindfold and returned his eye patch to him. She gathered up all her supplies including the video camera she'd hidden, and was about to shunpo off when she remembered her whole reason for being there.
She turned to the Captain of the eleventh squad who was watching her every move intently, "I have one last thing I need from you." She could hear people getting closer, probably coming to see why half the eleventh squad was blown to smithereens.
"Whatever you want," he said seriously.
"Five bells," she said.
"Bells?" he said in his gruff voice.
"Yes, the ones you usually wear in your hair…something to remember you by."
He grunted and mumbled something to himself before walking to his room to retrieve the bells. He quickly returned and placed the bells in her hand.
"Thank you Captain," she said with a slight incline of her head. "I'm sorry I can't stay to heal your wounds, but I'm sure you'll survive." With a flash of shunpo she was gone, and not a moment too soon. Right after she left, in rushed Yumichika, Ikkaku and Yachiru.
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SOOOOOO…. What'd ya think?
Before anyone says anything…I know I said I wasn't going to do any common pairings, but you gotta remember that Unohana made a deal with Yoruichi. Unohana got everyone to join the group and she got to pick who ever she wanted. Meaning that while she may have picked a name from the chest, she just said Kenpachi because that's who she wanted. I guess I could have had her pick someone random but…whatever. Her next time around will be totally at random though.
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