Breaking the Hornet

When she awoke, Soifon found a small plate of food for her-- just rice and some fruit-- and her shackles undone. She ate silently in the stone chamber Kisuke had left her in the previous night, her actions lethargic and jilted.

Somehow, the Shinigami knew that the person she was right now... wasn't the same one she'd been four days ago. She tried to conjure up some anger, some kind of hatred towards the man who'd reduced her to begging for... permission to recieve anal sex... but it just wouldn't come.

The fact was, she'd loved it. Bringing a tentative hand back to her rear and lightly touching her now-stretched anus, the memory made her pussy quiver. He'd broken something in her last night, and somehow just admitting she'd enjoyed being at his mercy like that felt like an admission of defeat... and incredibly... a joy.

Two more days, she forced herself to remember. Just two more days.

But... what if Ma--Kisuke was right about what he'd said? That he was fulfilling some kind of twisted fantasy even she didn't know she had? Soifon tried to think back, of all the times she'd been training... how good those simple words of praise from Yoruichi, from her commanding officers had been. How she'd lived for them, denying everything else in her otherwise meaningless existence.

No, Soifon assured herself. It was just because she was a good student, because of her desire to be the best. To be above everyone else because nothing good could be gained from being brought low.

It was what she'd always believed, the only thing in her life as a member of Soul Society she knew to be absolutely true, and the fact that Kisuke was actually making her doubt it frightened her more than she could possibly say.

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From when Kisuke returned for her to when he led her back into his room in the Urahara Shoten, Soifon said nothing. There was nothing TO say. Her attempts at resistance had gotten her nowhere, and she was rapidly coming to terms with the fact that-- shameful as it was-- obedience was the only way she'd get through these remaining days.

Obedience. Something about that word was starting to make her clit ache, but she said nothing.

She made no movement to fight as he began to bind her with soft, red-velvet ropes-- first her arms together in the small of her back, then around her breasts, pushing them out... Then... o-oh, between her legs j-just against her vagina...Gods, it was hard to ignore how...good that felt... the ropes began to wrap her thighs to her calves, and without warning she began to rise, only just noticing the hooks in the ceiling holding the ropes-- and her-- up as Mas..Kisuke put her securely into position.

When he was done, Soifon practically resembled a human pretzel. Her knees were pulled up near her shoulders, which themselves were curled forward by the ropes, bringing her into a sort of fetal position with her legs spread apart (giving Kisuke a full view of her uncovered pussy and ass) and her entire form suspended about three feet or so in the air.

If he was so inclined, he could easily fuck her helpless body right from where he was standing and she could do nothing about it. It took Soifon longer than she would have liked for that image to leave her head.

"Very good, Slave," Kisuke smiled finally as he approached his dangling captive. "But there's one more thing to add to this... rather lovely picture."

At that, he pulled out a long leather strap, affixed at the end with a belt loop and lined with silver studs, and in its center hung a wide, shining O-ring. As he came up behind Soifon and began to fasten it around her neck, she dimly realized that it was a collar.

A collar. For a pet. For property. To show ownership. Oh gods, why did that sound so good?

"Now then," he spoke again. "I think...you're feeling a bit more inclined to obey now, aren't you Slave?"

"...Yes, Master." It felt so... much easier to say it now, but no less humiliating.

"Good. Now, I allowed you to have as many orgasms as you could handle last night, but tonight... I'm going to teach you the benefits of putting your Master's orders first."

Suddenly, he reached up to her collar and twisted one of the studs, and Soifon was surprised to realize it was beeping.

"About half-an-hour should do it," Kisuke muttered to himself. "Oh, I should mention that you're not wearing just any ordinary collar-- it's a... very special one of my own design. But I'm sure you'll figure that out quite soon."

With that, he ran a finger gently along the arch of Soifon's foot. Or at least, it should have felt gentle, because what she actually felt was incredible pain, like he'd ripped a great gash into her skin and poured boiling-hot oil on it. No sooner had she screamed her lungs out before he roughly pinched her inner thigh as harshly as he could. But instead of screaming... she only felt herself shudder and moan as unspeakable, blissful pleasure rippled across her body.

"Wh-wha...?" She managed, completely bewildered.

"A special setting of mine," Kisuke chuckled down at her. "It rearranges your sense receptors and cycles them at random. In other words... it can make pleasure painful--"

To punctuate his demonstration, he flicked her clit against his thumb, and Soifon felt as if she was being violently stabbed.

"...or pain pleasurable."

Without warning he smacked her hard, right across the face, and it was all Soifon could do to keep from orgasming right then and there.

"Oh, one more thing, Slave..." Kisuke added wickedly as he pulled her closer (and Soifon felt her stomach flip when his erection pressed against her already-drooling cunt through the fabric of his pants). "You're not allowed to come until I give you my permission to come. Do you understand?"

Without thinking, she blindly nodded yes.

"Good Slave."

He continued like this for what felt like hours. For every hit there'd be a burst of euphoric delight, and every caress felt like a punishment. But then just as she'd get used to one type of correllation, her senses would flip again, and then the blows went back to aching and she trembled when he was gentle.

As time went on, the pause between sense-rearrangement seemed to decrease, and before long Soifon wasn't sure when she was supposed to be in pain and when it was supposed to feel good, and it was all blending together in her head and impossible to tell one from the other and oh gods yes, his cock was out and pressed right against her clit and she wanted to come soooo badly but... but he hadn't given her permission and why did the pain feel like heaven and the pleasure felt like heaven and--

"Do you want this cock, Slave?"

Soifon's brain had long stopped working. Only her senses ruled her, and there was only one thing they told her to do.

Obey.

"Yes, M-Master..."

"Then here's what will happen," he smirked. "I'm going to tease this rock-hard clit of yours... and you will repeat exactly what I say."

"Yes Mast-ah!-M-Master..."

Slowly he began thrusting his dick right against her clitoris, the indistinguishable blend of pain/pleasure still dominating her body, every nerve in Soifon in danger of exploding from so much all at once...

"'I am a slave,'" Kisuke began.

"I...ah! a-am a s-s-slave," Soifon repeated dumbly, the only thing she was completely aware of was that yes, she desperately wanted him deep inside her and this time not a single part of her could deny it--

"'A slave obeys her Master.'"

"A...a slave o-o-obeys her Mmmmmasterrrrr..."

"'And a slave's obedience is her pleasure.'"

"'A-a-and a sla-slave's obedience...is her... p-p-pleasure...Oh gods...."

She would have scoffed at these words before. Brushed them off as utter nonsense. At this moment, nothing could have sounded more beautiful, more unquestionably true.

"Good, Slave. Again."

"I...am a slave. A sl-slave obeys her Master. And a slave's oh-obedience is her plah-ah...pleasureeeee....."

Kisuke made her repeat the mantra again, faster and faster each time, and soon she was moaning it verbatim without conscious thought, Kisuke's cock still sooooo hard and rubbing her clit into numbness and oh gods when was he going to stop teasing her; even if he'd ordered her to she doubted it was possible to last even another seco--

"You may come now, Slave."

And she did. Loud and long and utterly soaking the mats beneath her with her fluids. He'd commanded her, and this time-- without any hesitation or pride or second-guessing-- she'd obeyed. And it amazed her how much sense that made.

How good her complete, unquestioning obedience felt.

Kisuke smiled down at her imperiously, but said nothing. Instead, he reached back to her collar and twisted that particular silver stud again. His cock was still against her clit, and the pain surged through her.

Only it felt wonderful.

He moved again, and this time the pleasure followed. And it also felt wonderful.

"Forty-five minutes this time," Kisuke declared, and began teasing her clit again with renewed speed. "Keep going, Slave."

She didn't even have to think.

"I am a s-slave. A slave obeys her Master..."