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The Chains

"Who's there?" I tried
to say.� It sounded feeble and wavering in
the room and the figure moved closer.� It
was still very large and becoming recognisable with each step.� The way he moved, the authority he commanded
was familiar, yet he was in shadows.� Had
someone turned out the lights?� Or was
there another factor at work?
"No one you know," the
voice rumbled.
I knew the voice, I knew the
shape, and I knew the hair.� Relief shot
through me, but then I wondered why he said he was someone I didn't know?
"Zaraki?" my voice rose
to a squeak.�
"I've been told that's my name.� How do you know it, or me?"� The voice was cold.� As cold as the time he was talking to Captain
Kuchiki after our first encounter at the bathhouse.� I didn't like this at all.
Gulping, swallowing hard to
restore moisture to my mouth, which had dried quickly through fear, I
spoke.� "I....I...I," this
situation made it difficult to talk.� "I
know you quite well." I stuttered, trying to make my voice sound warm and
friendly.� It didn't.
"Sure you do.� Everyone knows me.� I'm the most famous guy in the world.� That's why people greet me by name and then
give me work to do."� As he moved nearer,
his face came out of shadows.� It was
Zaraki, or at least looked like him.
The eyes of the man looked at me
without recognition and my heart sank.�
This was another way for Aizen to persecute me: one of the worst.� �Zaraki�s� gaze swept over my body
lecherously and he licked his lips.�
�I�ve been told to torture you.�
They didn�t tell me you were a woman.�
His eyes assessed me, lingering
over my breasts and neck.� Instead of
finding this exciting, it scared me.�
There was no love and the lust was mixed with the desire to inflict
pain.� I tried desperately to see some
sign, some indication he knew me and didn't plan to hurt me, but the set of his
jaw indicated otherwise.
He didn't recognise me.� This was terrifying.� What has happened to him?� What was about to happen to me?
Trying to break the increasing
tension in the room, I asked, "Does that change anything?" With luck,
my gender might make him decide to refuse to torture me.
The man grinned maliciously.� "Makes it more fun for me."
Bitterness rose in my throat.� This face indicated no compassion, no
consideration, no gentleness, only need to take the desired object without
considering any consequences. �The words
confirmed it. This was my husband as the monster most people described.� A creature bent on fighting or pleasing
himself in ways, which might result in death for the other participant.� It seemed he had reverted to the man he was
before he met Yachiru and became a protector and a leader.� Now he was a man seeking blind justice from whoever
had wronged him.
He moved closer and I pulled
against the chains to try to get away from him even though I knew it wasn�t
possible.� All my love remained but fear
and anguish over whom he had become made me wonder if love could remain after
torture.� All my instincts indicated the
chances were not good.� I pulled harder
on the chains but the agony in my shoulders made me become still and I squeezed
my eyes tight so I couldn�t look as this pretend Zaraki who was going to hurt
me.� I knew he was going to hurt me.�
Until this time, I had tried to
deny the slight edge of cruelty that made up part of Zaraki's character.� My limited experience with men indicated that
most of the men I was attracted to had a brutality, which both excited and
disgusted me.� Only a few times had the
callousness of my husband been directed toward me and each time I'd tried to
dismiss or found some excuse related to the difficulty of the situation or the unexpected
nature of our relationship.� Now I knew
it was partially mixed in with his berserker instinct, but he appeared to be a
berserker without any of the constraints or moderating influences he normally
possessed.� Not a man I wished to be
alone with, unable to defend my child or myself.
�You�re pretty tasty looking but
first I�ve got to get rid of that monster growing inside you,� he said, placing
a gag over my head and securing it tightly.�
Being bound in chains was bad, but the addition of the gag made me
struggle harder.� He knew I was pregnant
and was going to kill my child, the child the man he looked like had given
me.� Aizen was going to fulfil one of his
threats, in the nastiest way possible.�
If this person killed my child while in the form of Zaraki, I didn�t
know if I would be able to forget.� It
would haunt me and damage my feelings for my husband.� Was it possible to forgive the action?� If his memories returned, would he be able to
forgive himself?
How could this be happening?� I knew Aizen hated me but to do this
indicated deeper sadism than I'd previously suspected.� He'd hurt me physically and psychologically
when he'd raped me and then abducted me, but this was far worse.� If I ever escaped from this situation, I'd
free anyone he held captive and then punish him once I persuaded Captain
Kuchiki to strip him of his powers.� I
knew he could do it.� He'd stripped
Ichigo of Rukia's powers....� However,
that was removing another person's powers.�
Would it work the same way for removal of Aizen's abilities?
Zaraki was now very close to me, I
could feel it.� The gag in my mouth
prevented me from saying anything clearly and the fabric muffled the scream I
managed.
�Let�s have a proper look at you,�
the man said as he circled around me.� �A
waste to torture someone who�s so hot but it�s the only way they�ll give me
back my memory.� Pity to mark this skin,
but it has to be.�� He trailed his hand
over my body; pinching my nipples and slapping my buttocks, making me rock on
the chains.
The last words made my eyes start
open and I looked at the face that was so close to mine.� Was it Zaraki?� Had they taken his memory away from him as
they had tried to do to me?� Aizen was
now bringing my worst fears to life.�
Losing my child and being tortured by the man I loved who had no memory
of me.� Tears gathered in my eyes and I
blinked hard as my eyes continued to search his face for any sign of
recognition.� For a second I thought the
man winked at me, but that was a weird thought and the tears in my eyes made it
hard to see.� Maybe it was Zaraki, maybe
not.
�What�s the one thing women fear
most of all?� the man asked me.� I shook
my head, how could I answer?� There were
many fears women had: but there were those basic ones I usually tried to
ignore.� I feared losing my child. I
feared this was Zaraki or he wasn�t.� I
had a wealth of things to fear.
�I�ve heard it�s rape.� My cock�s hard from looking at you and I was
told I could torture you anyway I wanted.�
As long as you lose the parasite it's my choice.�� He undid my shirt, which seemed wrong.� If he was going to torture me, why didn't he
simply rip it off?
As if guessing my thoughts he
said, "Ripping off clothes means passion or lack of control.� I want to see what I'm getting.� Torture isn't only about physical pain."
I flinched at his words.� Zaraki had never been very rough when we had
sex but I was sure that if he were intent on rape, it would be a horrific
experience.� It was evident every time we
made love he could become very forceful.�
Forceful was different to brutal.�
He wouldn�t hold back if he didn�t care.
�Before that, I�ll see what you
feel like,� he said.� He moved very close
to me, his body standing in front of me, obscuring the camera�s view of me.
I gulped hard; wishing the tears
streaming from my eyes would either blind me or clear my vision.� This wasn't happening.� Blinking hard, I looked at his face.�
Was this my husband or the
stranger who'd entered the room?� My
vision was blurred and it wasn't easy to trust my eyes when tears obscured my
sight.� I thought he looked a little
kinder, but my mind might be influenced by the wink I'd thought I'd seen.� I didn't know.� Nothing made sense and I wanted to go to
sleep and hope it had all gone away by the time I woke up.� Except when I woke up, I might forget
everything.
My life was needlessly
complicated.
�Play along, beloved,� he mouthed
at me as his hands began to touch me.� A
glance showed me the hardness had gone from his eyes and face.� The man I knew and loved now replaced the
cruel stranger.
The shock of his words made me
jerk on the chains again and I groaned through the gag as the pain shot through
my shoulders.� I hoped that my reaction
would be read as terror, not as shock that he knew who I was. �I wondered how he had managed this.� Had Aizen used the power of his zanpakuto
against my husband, and if he had done so, how had Zaraki managed to dismiss it
so easily?�
Aizen must have used his
zanpakuto, otherwise why would he assume Zaraki wouldn't recognise me and why
did he attempt to wipe his memory?� Admittedly,
Zaraki would be a very powerful ally that might be worth the effort and Zaraki,
being the man he was might not accept what he was told.� A fast method to gain his trust might be
wiping his memory and until now, until Gin, no one found it possible to resist
Kyoka Suigest's coercion.� Hope blossomed
within my heart, but I tamped it down quickly.�
Experience indicated hope was foolish, often leading to flights of fancy
that ultimately made reality more difficult to accept.
All the same, my eyes became fixed
on his face, rejoicing in the recognition there and the gentle care he was
attempting to disguise with choppy, quick movements.
�His hands were gently caressing my breasts and
in spite of everything, desire began to build within me.� This was wrong, badly wrong.� Was it really him?
�Nice tits,� Zaraki said
loudly.� "Large and firm.� Still want to know why I got so lucky.� Some of the other weirdo's I saw looked angry
they didn't get this job.� Maybe they
will later, once I finish with you."
His eyes were fixed on mine as he
spoke and even as he said those words, I saw a spark of anger at the thought of
another man touching me.� "No.� I don't think I'll finish with you
quickly.� No one gave a time limit and
having seen you I don't intend to finish this fast."
The touches had aroused me even
though fear fought with the growing excitement.�
I longed for sex, but not as much as I longed to be free of the chains
and escape from the less than gentle care of Aizen.� The thought of bearing a child conceived by
rape from one of the Arrancar was one I kept dismissing.� From the words Aizen uttered it was clear one
child was not the end of his plans for me, but before any of that he wanted to
terminate the child I currently carried and I knew that Zaraki wouldn't let it
happen, if this was Zaraki.�
If the threat came true and there
was no means of escape, then there was no reason to keep living.� Until now, I had tried to ignore the horror
of my situation.� Escape was my focus and
had been even when it became apparent that Gin might be able to provide little
in the way of assistance or even protection.�
What effect had his servitude had on him?� While he may be gaining back some control,
the freedom might not be enough or too late to help.
My thoughts became confused as
Zaraki growled slightly under his breath, obviously aware he didn't have my
full attention.� Normally all my focus
would be on him, but the circumstances were unexpected.
"Look at me, woman.� Look deep into my eyes.� See what you will learn to fear," his
voice rasped.
Startled I looked into his eyes, which
held a warning and lust.� I liked the
lust.� The warning only reminded me how
dangerous the situation was and if I responded in the wrong way, we both might
be captured and separated.
As he spoke, his hand slipped under
my pants and between my legs, touching my clitoris the way that made me want
him immediately.�
�You�re wet.� What sort of slut are you?� Getting excited at the thought of some guy
raping you?� I don�t think I�ll
wait.��
First stripping me of my hakama, Zaraki
freed his cock and pulled my legs around his waist holding me higher than the
chains and bringing some relief from their pull on my shoulders.� He thrust into me hard, burying his cock deep
within me.� I arched against him, longing
for the physical contact and the reassurance of lust.
This was wrong.� He was pretending to rape me for Aizen�s
benefit and all I could think about was much I wanted him, even though it was
highly possible people were watching.� I
couldn�t move and I dangled there, helplessly while he fucked me hard, driving
his penis into me as he whispered in my ear.�
�I love you.� We�ll get out of
this.�
I moaned around the gag which
muffled the sound but it was still discernible.�
It also sounded like a noise created through pleasure than pain and
though I was so close to orgasm, the sound made me worried.� If anyone watching overheard that noise, it
might be possible for them to realise something was wrong with the situation,
but so right for me.
Tightly closing my eyes, I
desperately tried to stifle any other involuntary noise.� I didn't want to as the pleasure receded with
the concentration, but I tried all the same.
Zaraki must have noticed my
attempts because he stilled slightly.�
Opening my eyes, I gazed at him, trying to communicate my fears.� To my amazement, he seemed to understand.
�I want to hear you screaming in
terror,� Zaraki said with a roughness to his voice as one hand undid the
gag.� �Scream, make it sound like pain,�
he whispered.
He began moving again, faster,
driving himself into me and all my lust and pleasure returned in a rush.
I couldn't help myself.� I did scream. I didn�t know if it sounded
like pain or pleasure because I was coming and even though the situation was
desperate it didn't matter for those brief seconds. I felt his body shudder
with mine and he too reached his climax.
The experience was exciting, yet
at the same time, I worried about the situation.� I hated feeling people were watching, but
managed to ignore it while with Zaraki, for some moments.� While he was here and promising escape, how
could we?� There were cameras in the
room, I was sure Arrancar were posted out the room and while my husband was
amazing, sheer numbers might overwhelm him.�
Did they have a plan?� Had Ichigo
managed to stop sulking?� Was Renji still
furious about his 'betrayal'?� Did Nemu
know about her father's death?� What
about Rukia?
The Seireitei invasion forces were
fiercely divided when I'd been abducted again.�
While it was very probable, Captain Kurotsuchi fostered the ill feeling
when he was present, the resentment might remain even after his death.� Should I tell Zaraki of his death?� Now wasn't the time.
The thoughts had passed quickly
through my mind and his movement of withdrawal broke the disjointed chain of
random thoughts.� Zaraki still supported
me so the chains did not drag at me but my shoulders still ached.� The whole thing was confusing.� I hurt, felt humiliated, angry, scared and
overwhelmed with pleasure.� It was
difficult to try to hide that mix of emotions.�
My confusion led to me nearly resting my head on Zaraki but he moved
back quickly.
His voice was hard and the words,
crude. �Fuck, woman.� Look at my
dick.� You�ll have to clean it off,� as
he spoke, he undid the chains holding me.�
�Kneel and suck me. �Lick me
clean, slut.�
The chains dropped.� Relief was instantaneous, in spite of the pain
that didn't disappear immediately.� His
words didn�t matter.� It might be a
clumsy way of hiding the reason he released me but I gratefully knelt at his
feet, pleased to be free of the chains, and took his cock into my mouth.
Growling he said loudly,
"They told me to keep you chained, but I'm in charge.� You can't escape me, woman.� Ever.�
As long as I want you, you'll be there for me."
Even in this situation, it was a
reminder of our bond.� To anyone who
didn't know our relationship it sounded like the words a man might say to his
captive, but it made me remember of his need for me and mine for him.� I licked around his cock and then drew it
further into my mouth.
�Zaraki crouched over me; thrusting his hips
forward, as his hands massaged my shoulders, removing some of the pain and
tension.� I sucked on him, confused by
the situation, but agreeing with his words.�
I was acting like a slut, wanting him badly in this situation.� I licked his cock lingeringly, wishing we
were truly alone.
�You like sucking cocks, do
you?� You�re little more than a whore,�
Zaraki said loudly and he continued to try to soothe the pain in my
joints.� His cock had stiffened as I
lapped at him.� "Damn, you got me
hard again.� I�ll just fuck you again and
then torture you, or maybe I�ll fuck you to death.� That might be fun,� he said.�
He pulled away from me and I
remained on my knees, pleased not to be on my feet, or toes.� I didn't like the words but knew he was
playing a part.� Until now, I would have
never believed my husband could adopt a role so easily.� He didn't seem the type of man who could act,
but he'd convinced me and his presence here proved he'd convinced Aizen, a man
who had managed to hide his true purpose for years from even those closest to
him.� �Fooling a man who'd fooled Captain Yamamoto
meant there were further depths I hadn't suspected.�
Moving to the table I'd briefly
noticed before, Zaraki ripped off the cover.�
My eyes widened as I looked at what it contained.� There were a variety of instruments that
could inflict pain laid out in neat rows. Some of them simple tools, others that
looked as if they were specifically designed to cause pain to different parts
of the human body.� My blood ran cold and
I hugged my arms around my quivering body, fearful that this wasn�t my husband
and that I had given myself freely to a man out of the need to believe.� He picked up a few of the tools and looked at
them.
A pair of snips he picked up
sounded very loud as he opened and closed them.�
"Too large.� Want something
smaller and shaper, he said and threw them on the ground."
Picking up a long and pointed
piece of metal, he scowled at it.�
"Either too thin or too thick.�
Useless." It joined the other tools on the floor.
Various 'tools' were duly picked
up and discarded quickly until Zaraki picked up a tool I couldn't
identify.� He frowned deeply at it as he
examined it closely.�
�There's some blood on it.� Yeah, nice,� he said and I shuddered at the
tone of his voice.� �But I want the
table, not the tools.�� He grabbed a
handful of those left and threw them seemingly in my direction, but I noticed
one was aimed directly at the camera to my left.� I heard the tinkle of broken glass as the
lens was smashed.� �What the fuck do I
need these things for?� Zaraki yelled, showing a fit of temper as he threw the
next tool at the other camera that broke.�
"I have my hands and my dick.�
Why do I need bits of metal?"
�Are there only two cameras�,
beloved?� Where are the microphones?� Zaraki
whispered as he crouched in front of me, his eyes looking at me with worry.
I nodded.� "All the cameras.� The microphones?� I don't know." I answered as quietly as
I could, marvelling again at how Zaraki could whisper.� I thought his voice only had two volumes, but
this experience was teaching me a great deal about my husband.
�Oh, fuck those stinking traitors.� They hurt you.� Tenderly he picked me up and
held me close to him.� Now the chains
were off and I had some time to compose myself I could feel his reiatsu.� It was Zaraki.� I tried to hug him, but moving my arms
hurt.� He placed me on my feet, removed
his Captain�s coat, wrapped me in it, and then carried me over to the table.
�I�ll try to be gentle, but I have
to screw you again before we try to escape.�
My cock is too hard for me to be able to concentrate and it makes
walking problematic,� he told me.
I almost laughed.� This was stupid.� He�d been sent to torture me, but he came to
save me.� We could have Arrancar in the
room at any moment and he wanted sex.� I
wanted sex too, but this was a bad decision.�
�Can�t it wait?� I asked.
�No.� You want me, I can tell, don�t you?� His
mouth was against my neck, sucking gently at the base.� He knew how to make me react even though time
was precious and anyone could be lurking outside.� I hoped any microphones were not very
sensitive.
�Of course, but maybe we should be
escaping,� I tried to sound convincing but no one listening would believe me.� "Now." I added to try to convince
myself.
�We'll escape soon.� Yachiru should be nearby.� She�s got clothes and your zanpakuto.� We weren't sure what they'd done to you,� as
he spoke, he rubbed my shoulders.� They
began to feel better under his strong fingers and then he lay me on the table
and penetrated me quickly.� He exhaled
sharply as soon as he was inside.� �Fuck
woman.� From the way you�re reacting, you
want this as much as I do.�
�Yes,� I groaned.�
The sex was once again fast and
passionate.� The table shook and for some
brief seconds I wondered if I should worry if it was stable, but the pleasure
overwhelmed me.� Danger surrounded us and
we both decided to delay our escape for sex.�
Even though Zaraki had initially showed the most interest, I was easily
convinced and responded quickly.
His lips were on my face, my neck,
and my breasts as he continued to drive into me.� I could feel my body tensing and cried out,
not caring about the danger or anything but the surge of feelings racing
through me.�
Zaraki yelled my name at the same
time.
Seconds passed and he withdrew,
reluctantly from his expression and pulled me to my feet gently.� "Get dressed beloved.� We have to make an escape and then meet the
others.� No more waiting around.� We take the fight to them."
I pondered his words while
dressing.� Taking the fight to the
Arrancar was exactly in character for Zaraki and made me wonder why he only
decided to do this now.
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A.N.

Finally finished this.� Going to Japan for a break.
Okay.� One of the disasters in my life is mostly
dealt with.� Mostly.� Hoarders are not fun.
Soundtrack.
'Memories in a Sea of
Forgetfulness'� BT
'Waiting' Mark Walton
'Love Movement (Ulrich Schnauss Remix)' Revtone
'Escape from New Yorkshire' I
Monster
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