Breaking the Hornet

When Soifon managed to wake up, it was a bit surprising to find herself on Kisuke's bed still naked, with Kisuke himself rubbing some sort of lotion into her skin... rather gently. Making a move to get up, he stopped her and made her lay back down with an insistent but soft push.

"Easy now Slave," Kisuke smiled down at her (Soifon tried to get angry at him continuing to call her that, but somehow the energy to do so just wouldn't come). "You took quite a beating yesterday, and I need to make sure you're in top physical condition for tonight."

Tonight. That meant today was Day Four of this wretched wager-- only three more to go before she was free and had Yoruichi all to herself at last. She wasn't sure what had come over her yesterday-- how easily she'd... relented to Kisuke's commands-- but the reminder of her ultimate goal gave the shinigami a renewed sense of focus. Just 72 more hours and all this would be over.

Still, the surprisingly tender way he was treating her now wasn't exactly something she would have forseen, considering how he'd used her with reckless abandon over the last three days. It seemed to be a healing salve he was rubbing on her-- the deep bruising on parts of her he'd taken especially long with seemed to fade in moments, perfuming the air with a light lavender scent as it soaked into her once-more pale skin.

"W-what are you doing this for, then?" Soifon managed at last, her voice soft less from exhaustion and more because those broad, powerful hands were teasing gently around her breasts and for the life of her she didn't know what to feel about that. "Don't tell me you've... you've gone soft on me..."

At that Kisuke chuckled low and deep, shifting his hands to her inner thighs (ignoring the gasp she'd tried and failed to silence as he worked). "Don't misunderstand my intent, Slave-- I think we both know better than to think there's any love here. It's very simple: I am your Master for this week, and you are my property. It only makes sense that I should fix my toys before I... break them." The flicker of horror in Soifon's eyes made him only laugh again.

"Oh, my dear Slave... this would all go so much easier for you if just accepted the truth. We both know it-- the only difference is that I figured it out right away... and you're still denying it."

"Wh-what the hell is that supposed to mean?" Soifon growled, suddenly feeling defiant and defensive again since what felt like ages, but completely unsure exactly why. Did he mean about Yoruichi? Or was there something else to this whole 'bet?' Or...

Instead of an answer he just pushed her back down, grinning as he stood up to leave, taking the remainder of the salve sliding into his robes.

"Best that you get some sleep rather than talk, Slave. You'll need it."

And despite what part of her brain still remained cognizant screamed out, Soifon did as she was told and hated herself for it.

---

The sun was down by the time Kisuke came for her, and she followed him down to the training space beneath the Urahara Shoten without a single word. This time, he led her to a collection of rocks just past the hot springs (she could see the whipping post along the way, and something inside her quivered at the memory), and down yet another secret passage to a small stone room, lit with torches and outfitted with only a simple futon... and a pair of shackles hanging from the low roof.

"On your knees, Slave," Kisuke ordered, and already well aware of what a second of defiance had cost her already, she did so without a second thought.

She really hated how much easier it was getting to just do what Master-- no, Kisuke-- had told her, and how much less eager she was to fight back. The second this week ended she was going to beat him the hell up. Really.

He silently grabbed one of her wrists and held it up enough to attach it to a shackle, then did the same to the other. Still on her knees, the chains kept her upper body suspended, her bare ass hanging helplessly out towards her captor.

Soifon forced herself to swallow the shudder that followed as she heard Kisuke's robe hit the floor, the knowledge that he was completely naked gnawing away at something deep inside her chest.

"Slave, over the last few days I've been watching you react to my... attentions and I've noticed something very interesting. Specifically, I've figured out your weakness."

Weakness, Soifon wondered suspiciously. What was he talking about?

"You've certainly... well, your body's certainly been willing to cooperate when I've fucked your tight cunt... but I don't want you 'cooperative.'

Suddenly, she felt something wet and cold slide down the crack of her rear, something oily and-- Oh gods. He wasn't planning to--

"You see, 'cooperative' implies that even if you're obeying me, part of you is still resisting. And I can't have that from my little Slave, can I?"

She felt his hands gripping her asscheeks, spreading them apart, a sudden panic over taking her... Oh gods, he really was going to--

"...I need you willing and eager."

Soifon felt it, the tip of his raging erection at the pucker of her tight, lubricant-covered hole, and against everything she was, she panicked.

"No, no Urahara stop, please I won't disobey again, not thereitwon'tfititwon'tfitpleasepleasedon--AHHHHHH!"

And just like that she felt it-- his dick completely shoved in her ass up to the hilt-- and all she could do was scream. She tried pathetically to pull away but he simply thrust harder, faster, her tiny body jerking forward violently and a loud smack echoing in the stone chamber as her butt hit Kisuke's impossibly firm abdominals.

Soifon was going hoarse as he continued to pound away in her tight passage, but he was just so huge and hot and hard and oh gods he really didn't care how much he hurt her, and her whole body felt like it was on fire and--

She didn't realize she'd been moaning until he stopped, or how close to orgasm she'd been until he began to pull out, his glans still just inside her anus. Her brain felt like mush-- she didn't know what to do, so she whimpered. Oh gods, she was whimpering. For him to keep fucking her in the ass. She was loving this and actually desperately wanted more. What the hell had Kisuke done to her?

"I'm sorry, Slave," Kisuke purred happily as he leaned over her, savoring the groan she made as his whole body seemed to envelop her, "... but if you want something, you'll have to speak up."

Suddenly she realized that he'd known-- he'd known before she did that her ass was her weak point, from the way she'd come the first night when he'd licked her just right and how good that egg vibrator he'd stuck in there had felt. Oh gods, this was all wrong. She loved Yoruichi, she'd done this for her, she hated men but then she felt the tip of his cock begin to slide out in a torturously slow motion and even if she did love Yoruichi it killed her to admit it but there was one thing she wanted much more right now and the words just flowed out of her mouth without any thought--

"P-please don't stop, Master." She could feel Kisuke laugh over her ear, and it was all it took for her to keep from weeping. She couldn't even pretend to put up a fight anymore. He had her, and the knowledge was too much to bear.

"I missed that... could you speak up a little, Slave?"

"...Please... Master... don't stop... p-please make... me come."

"And where exactly... Slave..." he leered proudly, "... would you want me to do that?"

Oh gods, he wasn't even going to give her the dignity of keeping what little of her shame was left, Soifon lamented. He wanted her to say it. To admit it.

...And yet she couldn't stop herself.

"My... a-ass. Please... keep f-fucking... my ass... Master. P-please make me c--"

And then his dick was balls deep in her back door so fast she howled-- whether in pain or ecstacy she had no idea-- her body undulating as he somehow managed to fuck her harder than before.

"Good Slave," he whispered, and for a moment Soifon suddenly didn't hate that diminuitive insult-- oh gods, she savored it, gloried in it, wanted him to call her that more and more and without any warning she came-- harder than she'd ever come in her entire life-- but Kisuke didn't show any signs of relenting. In fact, she suddenly felt his hand grasp at both the wrapped braids that hang along her back and pulled hard, forcing her glassy-eyed, drooling, moaning head up, and even if it should have hurt oh gods yes, she was coming hard again and the pain just amplified the pleasure--

"You see Soifon," Kisuke spoke without slowing even a bit, his voice somehow carrying over the shinigami's unrelenting, pliant shrieks of pleasure, "...the truth I mentioned? The one you need to accept? I didn't do a single thing you didn't already want. You wanted to be a slave. You just needed a master to show you how."

Even in her lust-addled state, his words filled some tiny part of Soifon with fear, denial. That wasn't true-- it couldn't be! She was one of the strongest Captains in Soul Society, hadn't gotten anywhere at all by being weak--

Her train of thought derailed when his free hand suddenly bore down on her left asscheek, so wonderfully hard, and between that and pulling her hair and the hard cock pounding her asshole and her pussy drooling all over the floor she came yet again...

"Don't believe me?" Kisuke continued, knowing she couldn't deny him right now even if she wanted to. "Then why do you REALLY want Yoruichi so much?"

He spanked the left side of her rear, even harder than before. She heard herself beg, beg for himto hit her again, but it was that wanton voice again, the one that sounded nothing like her coming out.

"...Because you want her to overpower you. What did you want from every single woman you've ever tried to be with during that century she was gone?"

He yanked on her braids so hard she could feel her back ache, but she couldn't stop from coming even more...

"You left them because they were too soft. Wouldn't give you what you REALLY wanted."

What urge she had to fight back was nothing compared to the overwhelming pleasure, he was fucking her like a little whore and oh yes, she liked it, wanted more and more and more--

"What you want is to be treated like a toy. Like property. Like a slave with no need to think or act for herself. THAT is what you've always wanted-- not to be loved... but to be fucked."

"And if you really don't believe that's true... you'll be able to hold back when I come inside you, Slave."

She couldn't. Soifon could feel his cum pour deep in her ass, the aphrodisiac within making the sensation overpowering-- she came again, and again, and once more when his cock pulled out of her rear with a tight pop and all Soifon could do was hang there uselessly from her shackles, body still quivering and eyes rolling back into her head.

"See you tomorrow, Slave," Kisuke chuckled at Soifon's orgasm-weary body, then put on his clothes and left.

Sometime between unconsciousness and when Kisuke left, Soifon tried to weep, to hate herself for how thuroughly he'd just humiliated her on every imaginiable level.

But it just felt too good.