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A Brief Experiment in Cross-Breeding	By : GroovyGondolas Category: Bleach > General Views: 10978 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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The lieutenant of the 10^th company desperately strained to claw her way back into consciousness. She knew she was in danger. She knew her captain and comrades were in danger. As comfortable as the cloying tendrils of darkness enclosing her were, she knew she had to leave them for the harsh light of reality. Even with her frenzied attempt to break through into total awareness it still felt like eons before Matsumoto could open her eyes.
Immediately she inspected her bindings, both of which were infuriatingly still in place. Someone, likely one of Barragan’s fraccion, had thrown her, obviously quite unceremoniously, onto a narrow white bed. From the amount of regard it seemed the 2^nd Espada held for beings other than himself, she supposed she should be thankful that it hadn’t been the floor.
It was clear that she had been left in some sort of holding cell or side bedroom. It could be either, depending on which side the door was locked. There was no way that the proud Espada, draped in the lavish furs of god knows what, would deign to even step into a room as tiny and plain as the one where she was. The sparse furnishings meant that there was nothing to use as an improvised weapon either. Not unless she wanted to smother him to death with the one lumpy, threadbare pillow they had provided to her.
She looked around the rest of her room – all 80 square feet of it, and tried to formulate a plan of attack. The short list of hiding places included under the hard, narrow bed and whatever furnishings were in the bathroom on the wall across from where she sat. It didn’t even have a door. She gave the ugly pillow an angry punch and let out a long groan of frustration for good measure. Being trapped and helpless was almost worse than the fate that was no doubt awaiting her.
Despite what her reputation would suggest, rumors mostly circulated by men whose invitations she had declined and occasionally their wives or lovers, Matsumoto wasn’t the total authority on worldly experiences most assumed her to be. Even so, it wasn’t like she was some wide-eyed virgin who had no idea what to expect. If she had been alone in her imprisonment it would have left her more room to agonize over what she knew was coming. Undoubtedly sometime soon the 2^nd Espada would summon her and follow through with Aizen’s orders.
The thought send a surge of dread and nausea coursing through her body. She didn’t think there was anything in the world that could have filled her with more revulsion. And Gin, her oldest friend, had smiled and waved his approval like it was nothing. She had almost called out to him when Aizen had given her over to the 2^nd Espada, but now she was glad she had remained silent. Doing so would have only given the two of them more reason to mock her. How could he, after everything…
But, the tidal wave of hot, angry betrayal threatening to crash down on her would have to wait. For now her fear for herself was being eclipsed by the concerns she had for her comrades, especially her captain. What were Rukia, Unohana, and the others facing from their assigned keepers? Rukia was the one worried about the most out of all the women. Isane had been spared, at least temporarily, and Unohana could no doubt handle herself, especially since the 1^st Espada who had claimed her didn’t look like he had the energy for anything too cruel or unusual. However, it appeared that Rukia was now under the ownership of a bloodthirsty maniac. Matsumoto knew that brutality on the battlefield didn’t always mean brutality in the bedroom, but from what she had seen the blue-haired Espada did absolutely everything with the same reckless ferocity. For Rukia to have what would be her first experience at the hands of such a man was heartbreaking.
The alarm she felt for her male companions was only slightly lessened, only because she wasn’t sure how much damage the female arrancar they had been paired with could actually have reason to do. Of course, that didn’t rule out one of the Espada assigned to the male shinigami simply abusing them for the fun of it, but she imagined that as far as basic mechanics were concerned it would be less of a necessity.
Her deepest fears lay with Captain Hitsugaya. As soon as she had seen him lined up before Aizen with the rest of them she had found herself gripped with panic. Of all the arrancar and hollows in Hueco Mundo no one sent icy fingers of terror crawling down her back more than the monster that was Aizen Sousuke. Matsumoto knew that Aizen held a special grudge against Hitsugaya due to his relationship with Hinamori-fukutaichou. Now that Aizen had the young captain in his clutches, there was no telling what kind of horrifying revenge he had planned. While Hitsugaya’s exclusion from Aizen’s little pet project would have ordinarily been encouraging, now it just meant that he already had some other scheme in the works, no doubt something creative and terrible. With Aizen’s sadistic nature out in the open the potential for his cruelty was endless.
A series of brutal possibilities flashed through her mind, images hideous and twisting. She tried to close her eyes to block out the visions but it only brought them more sharply into focus, her heart pounding in her ears. She was glad of the noise from out in the hallway that suddenly tore her from the awful scenes, until she realized whom the voices belonged to and what they were discussing.
“I said I’d handle her. Just stay out here and I’ll bring her out.”
“No way, His Majesty sent both of us. You just want to have her all to yourself.”
“Please, she belongs to King Barragan. Besides, you’ll just get in the way. You saw the way she was kicking and screaming before.”
The door swished open with a flare of kido. Matsumoto sprang off of the bed, doing her best to ready herself against the new intruders. “I don’t belong to anyone, thank you. And if either of you think I’m going to come quietly you are more senile than that walking corpse you both worship.”
She tried to make herself look formidable, and almost succeeded at first when she noticed that the first of Barragan’s arrancar only made it to her nose. It wasn’t until the second arrancar, nearly 7 feet tall, stooped to fit through the doorway that she feel fear surge through her veins. His bulky frame took up nearly half of the tiny room and he had fixed a dull and lecherous stare onto her breasts.
Matsumoto had learned from a young age how to deal with unwelcome attention. “Tch, how disgusting,” she hissed, fixing the hollow with a look so acidic it could have burned the eyes straight out of his head. It was enough to cause him to aim is gaze elsewhere, at least for a moment.
The smaller man laughed, yellow eyes shining with haughty amusement. “You can be as feisty and mean-tempered as you want, woman. We will still be delivering you to His Majesty. You had better watch that kind of language with him, though. If he doesn’t like your speech he might just break your jaw.”
There was a low whine of sonido and suddenly the large arrancar was behind her, holding her by the waist with an arm as thick around as her entire torso. His massive hand had conveniently come to rest on her bottom. Mastumoto managed to whirl herself around in his grip and deliver a jab to the only part of his body not completely shielded with hierro, sticking both thumbs into the fraccion’s eyes. The giant man yelled, releasing his grip on her as he stumbled backwards, half landing on the tiny bed. Matsumoto had no time to celebrate as she was snatched by the short arrancar who immediately trust his zampakuto painfully into her back.
“I’ll kill that bitch!” Roared the bulky hollow, clutching at his eyes and grabbing for her blindly.
“Knock it off Nirgge.” Commanded the other arrancar. “I told you you’d just get in the way. As for you,” he said into Matsumoto’s ear, giving her another dig with his sword “His Majesty prefers his women unblemished, at least to begin with. However, I am very prepared to make a few choice incisions to ensure your cooperation. Do you understand?”
Matsumoto weighed her options. “How about your shriveled old king leaves me out of the equation and goes and fucks himself?” she said, fixing him out of the corner of her eye with her best, most charming smile.
She watched as anger ignited his face. The burning pain of his sword slicing into her skin was almost worth it for the look of disbelief and rage he had given her alone. He threw her to the ground and gave her a swift, but controlled kick right to the stomach. Even with the wind knocked from her body Matsumoto couldn’t help but laugh, a noise that sounded more like a hacking cough than anything else.
“Come on Ggio, let’s teach this bitch a lesson. King Barragan won’t mind. He’s bound to give her a thrashing anyway.” The huge arrancar had re-gained his footing but was still squinting, his eyes burning red and angry.
“No!” shouted the smaller man, his face as red as the whisker-like tattoos on his face. “No.” His gold eyes burned with fury. He bent over so he could speak softly near her ear where she lay on the ground, still wheezing. “You hear that, woman?” he asked, voice vicious, “His Majesty will be more than pleased to beat some manners into you. It’s a particular passion of his, and with that foul mouth of yours he’s bound to be extra thorough.” Ggio turned to his companion. “Get her up, and don’t drop her this time.”
The large fraccion lumbered over and lifted her cruelly by the hair, dragging Matsumoto to her feet. She did her best to resist but it was like fighting against a stone monolith. All she managed to do was bruise her knuckles as he forced her to walk down the hallway, the other hollow leading the way. The cut on her back had been intentionally shallow, but it still stung when she tried to twist out of his grip. As she struggled she didn’t get a chance to see where she was being taken until they walked through a doorway and into a huge and extravagantly decorated bedchamber.
If they had been in the human world Barragan’s room would have been called a hunting lodge. A massive fireplace burned along one wall, impossibly tall stone chimney reaching all the way up to the vaulted ceilings. Huge windows faced out onto the crystalline sand. Couches and chairs, lavishly carved and overstuffed, faced the fire and the view to the outside world. A massive stone table with a dozen chairs sat in the middle of the room, the large seat located at the head made entirely of intricately assembled bone. And on every wall, some larger than the arrancar who restrained her, were dozens and dozens of shining, polished masks.
Matsumoto didn’t think she had seen so many different types of hollow in her entire time as a shinigami. There were the more common shapes, the sharp noses and human-like teeth of gillian, although all of the masks belonging to those hollows had significant variations in colors and markings. All others were dramatically different. Masks with glittering rows upon rows of needle-like teeth, masks which boasted a half-dozen or more empty eye sockets, similar masks that were grouped together, obviously belonging to one, multi-headed hollow. Masks that looked like birds, like fish, like reptiles, like bears and wolves and lions. One skull featured emerald-green scales and fangs as long as Matsumoto’s arm, each as razor sharp and black as obsidian.
She was so transfixed by the huge collection hanging on the walls that she didn’t notice the giant four-poster bed until Nirgge lifted her from the floor an threw her down upon it. In a flash Ggio had bound her already tied wrists to the headboard and moved to restrain her ankles in a similar fashion, one to each post at the bottom of the bed. Matsumoto kicked and thrashed with all her might but it was no use, the bindings held her fast. She screamed in wordless protest until she saw stars. As she gasped for air the smaller arrancar appeared at her side.
“I wouldn’t waste your breath just yet, you’ll have plenty more of that to do once His Majesty gets here.” She stopped, throat already raw, and fixed him with a venomous glare. Panic was staring to set in. Ggio drew his zampakuto and leaned over her. “Now, normally I would feel a little bad about this part, but considering your behavior earlier I think I’m going to enjoy it. Nirgge,” he said, gesturing to the other arrancar who had taken a spot standing at the foot of the bed. The hulking man eyed her like she was a platter of roast meat. “Nirgge on the other hand, always enjoys it.”
She felt the evening air on her bare skin before she had fully realized what had happened. In a metallic blur Ggio had sliced her clothes to ribbons, leaving her completely exposed. She thought Nirgge might pass out, considering all of his blood was obviously racing somewhere far away from his brain. Ggio had the good graces to keep his eyes fixed on her face.
“A word of advice,” said the slender arrancar, cat eyes narrowing, “don’t fight too much. His Majesty likes a little bit of resistance, but too much and he might get irritated and just kill you.”
She tried to keep the fear away from her face so he wouldn’t see. Ggio turned his attentions to his counterpart. “Nirgge, time to go.” Nirgge looked extremely disappointed, jagged tooth sticking out above a deep frown. The two began to walk towards the side door they had entered through. “We’ll come and fetch you as soon as His Majesty is finished. He should be here shortly.”
Matsumoto was only alone for a few moments. She lifted her head as the double doors at the very end of the room creaked open, but she didn’t see the 2^nd Espada until he was nearly on top of her.
He looked at her through his one good eye like he had been presented with a plate of food he was still deciding whether or not was palatable enough to bother eating. She looked up at him, feeling the panic and fear radiate out from her face.
“You will lay down and submit, woman,” he commanded. His tone was of someone who was accustomed to being obeyed down to the last detail. Ggio’s voice echoed in her ears. She had been ready to hurl insults and spit curses into the old man’s face, but now it was taking all of her effort not to cry.
Despite being naked and chained, Matsumoto had done her best to hold onto whatever dignity she had left and had pressed her knees against each other, maintaining at least a sliver of modesty. Barragan climbed onto the mattress, still clothed, and wrenched her legs apart. He inspected her body with all of the casualness of someone examining a piece of fruit. Not making any indication of his approval or not, he moved over so he knelt right next to her head.
Matsumoto tried to look away in the opposite direction until she felt the Espada’s huge, rough hands forcibly grab her face and yank it back towards him. The muscles in her neck cried out as they were twisted to an unnatural degree.
Holding her face in position with the heavy palm of his hand Barragan reached into his luxuriant robes with the other and pulled out his still flaccid cock. Matsumoto’s eyes widened in shock as Barragan pushed the limp appendage towards her face.
“Suck.” He ordered coldly. She was overcome with revulsion, clamping her jaw shut and giving him a look that burned with refusal. The blow he delivered to her face was enough to send lightening flashing through her vision. She glared at him again until his second blow broke her nose. Grabbing her face with his fingers he forced open her jaw, plunging his phallus inside her mouth.
Despite the pain Matsumoto’s first instinct was to gag, but with his hands locking her in place there was no retreating. She felt his hot, salty flesh slide against her tongue. She thought about slamming her teeth shut around his member, but she knew no damage would be done and he would certainly kill her for the attempt. He grabbed hold of her hair and began to forcibly move against her, cock slipping in and out of her mouth. She was crying, not just from the pain but from the anger and disgust at what she was now having to do. Each time the head of his penis hit the back of her throat her stomach gave a spasm of nausea.
It seemed like a lifetime had gone by before Barragan stopped his steady grunting and thrusting, finally removing his now-erect shaft from her mouth. Matsumoto gasped for breath, so glad of the air that she didn’t see the Espada move so he was now between her legs. She tried to bring her thighs together but it was impossible with the restraints and the bulk of his body.
“Please,” she whispered, she could feel blood drying on her face, pain radiating out from her swollen and fractured nose. “Please don’t-“
Barragan cut her off with a harsh slap to the side of her head. Pain shot through her body like an electric shock. “Silence.” he demanded. Matsumoto started to sob quietly.
She couldn’t help but scream as he violently thrust himself inside of her unprepared body. He hit her again, but that pain was nothing as she felt the delicate tissue of her insides tearing around his huge girth. Her body arced off the mattress, an involuntary spasm of agony. Barragan grabbed hold of her hips, grip tight enough to cause instant bruising.
She felt as if she was being ripped apart. Her body was ablaze in horrible pain. The sensation of being shredded to pieces increased with every one of his rough, forceful thrusts. His hands had moved to squeeze and crush her breasts, the fragile skin bearing the marks of everywhere his fingers landed. She tasted blood in her mouth from where it was dripping down the back of her throat and the skin of her wrists was being rubbed raw each time he tried to yank her body further down the mattress than her restraints would allow.
She cried out with every stroke has he forced himself into her, over and over again, but Barragan didn’t seem to mind. It was a mercy when he finally finished, hands powerful enough to crush boulders clamping down on her pelvis and cracking the bone beneath as he filled her. The semen burned like fire on her torn and raw skin.
Without a word he tucked his spent cock back into his robes, not even looking at her now that he was done using her broken body. Matsumoto didn’t even have the energy to whimper in pain as she felt herself fading out of consciousness, the first and only show of compassion she had been provided with from the universe since her capture.
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