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Straitjacket Feeling	By : TheresMoneyInThis Category: Bleach > Het - Male/Female Views: 4411 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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The woman was harsh and her skin was almost bitter against his tongue but in some twisted sense, it was what made it just as desirable.
His fingers pierced into the thin flesh of her waist as he pulled her down against him; listening to her hiss at the sharp penetration. Her nails carved and stripped flesh from his back as the back of his neck bled from the raw skinning; her fingertips showed hints of blood as they curled into every inch of his body. He remembered playing into her sadomasochist ways when he slammed her into the wall and drug her down the rigid plane; allowing the chips and cracks of the wall to rub against her naked flesh. Her much smaller frame fit easily into his lap as he pinned her between just two places and allowed her little where else to go. The confinement seemed to arouse her further as her fingers were almost quicker to undress herself than he was and even then, it seemed like it was never-ending layers of clothing. He had to admit, her body was far more attractive than originally pictured; her breasts were far smaller but still... he almost enjoyed them more than he should've.
Her back arched forward as he felt the tight fit of her cervix against him; he almost enjoyed hearing the cold-hearted woman gasp at the sensation, just some kind of sign that said she wasn't entirely a wench. The tip of his tongue skimmed the harden perk of her breast at the small arch before he gave no hesitation in engulfing it; one hand moved to press against the soft curve between her shoulder-blades as he urged her arch to be more dramatic. Her throat continued to vibrate with the echoes of her moans as he kneaded the mammary into fuller submissions. He groaned as her hips continued to rock and bear down against his own as the rhythm between them only wanted to garner more bruises rather than penetrations. She knew what she wanted and she knew how to get it; she just preferred to take the harsher path to get there. Her type had been ecstasy through agony and it was all the more apparent on his body rather than hers.
Removing himself from her breast, he let his fingers grasp at the back of her neck as he pulled her up to his level; lips grasping at the thinner ones who only moaned in response. Her tongue was unusually sharp against his own and she was quick to show her dominance; he gave it to her for the sheer fact it loosened her nails from his back. It was an uncoordinated dance as he drew the air from her lungs and spoiled her mind with every ecstasy spot he struck in her mouth. Another short groan muttered from his throat as her fingers tangled themselves in his hair and forced his head back as she took advantage of her position. She broke the embrace and managed to catch his lower lip with her teeth; nearly stripping it.
The sharp crack of the back of her hand across his face was enough to break the moment before she drew him back into another antagonizing embrace. He had figured out from the start that she had a tendency to randomly intensify her dominance and had forced himself to willingly accept that. After all, this was just for her.
"I can see why you haven't been laid in awhile." he remarked; panting at the way her body felt against his as her hips dug painfully into his own. "You're absolutely the devil."
"Most guys and women enjoy it." she panted; her body aching for release.
"You looked like the type."
She hissed as he penetrated her body once again and brought her entire spine into an arch; she could feel her body shaking as the pain in her lower abdomen was beginning to grow too hot to bear. She groaned as he forced her hips upward before he forced her down and impaled her again; this time striking the one spot that had been craving attention for the entire duration of the intercourse.
He was quick to grab the yellow discs that had been tied to the end of her braids and wrap them around his knuckles; pulling them downward and forcing her spine in towards him as the last thrust ruptured her body's ability to hold out on the flesh-eating lust inside her. It was a mix of screams and moans as he forced that same agony and ecstasy on her; feeling her body shake and the warmth of her fluids as they spilled forth. It was also the mix of feeling his own body release inside of her as the warm liquid seeded itself into her fertile stomach; marking her as the first subject done.
There was a cloud of pants and gasps as both of them refused to fall towards each other.
"Do you think I can 'fulfill' my objective now?" he questioned.
"We'll say something like that."
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She tried not to concentrate on the conversations or on the ideas that seemed to be bouncing about; for once, she just wanted to rest. Her body ached and her abdomen was beginning to bother her even more now. She supposed the symptoms were going to catch up to her soon enough, although a few of them were late enough as it was; it was more than likely her body suppressing the different effects and pushing them aside for now. That would be interesting to see later on though.
The sound of her bedroom door opening for another visit barely caught her attention as she sank back against her headboard in thought. It was a rush of different things that seemed to spiral freely through her mind with no regards to boundaries. She wondered what he was up to; if he was in any better condition than she was. She wondered if... if he really went through with it; if he went through with sleeping with those other subjects. He had talked about his distaste of the idea and how it would be a waste of time but seeing how the situation had quickly changed... she assumed he had to change his view on that. If it happened, it happened and she had no other say in the matter; she just hoped it wasn't used against him.
"Uh, Nemu?"
The addition voice in the room stilled her for a moment before she looked over to the source; spotting a rather pale-looking Lieutenant just a few feet from her bedside. The silver-haired woman almost looked caught off-guard when she recognized her. Her almost abnormal height had always been a strict self-hated feature of the woman- she herself couldn't see why, it seemed like it would've been an excellent advantage in battle should the woman ever find herself in combat. Ruby-red earrings hung down and seemed to dress the curve of her neck while small silver braids hooked downward and draped over her shoulders. There was a sense of uncertainty and concern in her smoky-hazel eyes but she didn't see a need for it.
The woman was always so... worried sometimes.
"Isane, what are you doing here?"
She was a long way away from her Division.
"Well, you know how Captain Unohana talked about that medical team that was going to be put in charge to look over you? Well... I'm kind of the lead for it." she started; stumbling slightly over her words. "I'm uh... I'm supposed to stay in here for a bit and get some more details about this whole thing."
"What kind of details?"
"Just the usual... although I'm not entirely sure what the usual would be in this kind of situation; Captain Unohana didn't elaborate on any specific questions." Isane continued. "But uh, I guess we can just start at the beginning and go from there."
She watched as the woman seemed to stand there nervously without making much effort to start the actual conversation. It seemed like it was more awkward for the Lieutenant than it actually was for her, not that she really saw much of the fuss over this. "Do you really want to know the beginning of it?"
"Y-Yes."
She nodded and motioned for the woman to join her on the bed; watching as she seemed hesitant in joining her. "You already know the start of this; you know about the battle and about the aftermath..."
"Who doesn't after Lieutenant Renji blew his top off about it." Isane remarked.
"He somehow managed to survive the drug that nearly paralyzed him and both attacks from Captain Mayuri's blade; somehow his body managed to keep itself alive although I'm sure he would've preferred to have died instead. Captain Mayuri hasn't exactly... been kind to him; he always wants to push every experiment and every procedure to be worse than the last. The things that he's been through, some of them cross the line between Science and torture. You can tell by just looking at him; the scar tissue is beginning to replace his actual flesh. I suppose I should almost be glad that he was able to disable his pain receptors or he would've been dead from the pain a long time ago; it would've drove him completely insane." she started; watching as the woman seemed to grimace slightly at the story. "I was ordered to keep him in check; Captain Mayuri figured that seeing what had happened between us before... that I should be able to hold some kind of 'control' of the sort over him. That never happened, he didn't even seem to care much for my presence at first but slowly, over time we grew accustom to each other. At first, I just kept an eye on him from the observatory room; watching him waste time by sleeping off his injuries or just simply showering or staring at the wall. I have a feeling he always knew I was there so... one day I decided to push my boundaries just a little bit. Direct observation was prohibited but I felt like that would only hinder our research so I made the decision to get inside of his room. That first time, we made small talk and little else- the visit lasted for less than ten minutes. But each visit became longer and it started to get more and more difficult to leave him. I don't know how to explain it but I felt... sympathy for him; if it wasn't for me, he more than likely wouldn't be stuck in this situation. The separation of his mind made him seemingly laugh off the matter but I couldn't shake the feeling of that guilt. When that first session happened... I was the one who initiated it; he told me about what the others had said and it made me realize how helpless I was in this situation; it made me realize that I had no say in this whole thing. I don't know why I did it, I just... I felt like I needed to apologize. Surprisingly enough... he was... gentle the first time, something I didn't entirely expect from him. It was at that point I realized there was no turning back. After that, things cooled down for a bit and we both tried to make light of it- he made some kind of comment that maybe he should've tried that technique out on the battlefield instead. The temptation was demanding though and it took every bit of strength to not always use that free time for... those kind of deeds; he was comforting about it though and remained oddly supportive for me. He could always tell when Captain Mayuri and myself came to disagreements; he could tell when I almost wanted that humanistic sense of comfort. We had this odd supportive system for one another and I just... I fell for it; I fell into it."
Isane released a soft shudder of a breath; unaware she had been practically holding it the entire time. It was a strange even to see her fellow Lieutenant act like this. When she first heard news about this whole situation... she had assumed the woman had been forced into the situation; she assumed the woman had been forced into the relation. But now... now she saw that it wasn't anything like that. "Do you... actually feel for him?"
"That's something I haven't come to full terms with yet." she replied. "I don't know how I'm supposed to react to this; I don't think he does either but he seems to have a better grasp on it than I do."
"What if... in the end, he ends up rejecting you?"
"Then I just move on and don't look back."
That wouldn't happen though. He had called her his mate and seemed almost pleased with the offspring; it wasn't like he would just move on without her right at the end.
"What is it about these... subjects everyone keeps talking about?" Isane questioned; deciding the best thing right now would be a change in conversation.
"It's an experiment to see if these genes could be expanded." Nemu explained. "Captain Mayuri wants to see if... if other female Shinigamis could be impregnated by him and if so, he wishes to study those resulting offsprings as well."
She wrinkled her nose slightly at the words. "That's horrible."
"He says it won't work though; the only reason we were able to successfully procreate is because of... his 'Gabriel Effect' before somehow managed to mix our cells together so my body doesn't recognize the embryo as an enemy like it would have. However, the other women don't have that so it's possible that even if the reproductive stages were successful, the embryo wouldn't last."
"I'm not scientist but that seems reasonable." Isane nodded before it seemed like something suddenly stuck itself to her conscious mind. "Wait, wait, wait, is that the reason for... all those women coming in earlier?"
"You mean he's already started to process?"
"I- I guess so... oh Gods... ew, I saw Captain Soifon leaving earlier." Isane winced; recalling back when she saw the Captain a few moments ago; now that she thought back to it, there seemed to be some look of satisfaction on her face- and the barely lit cigarette only seemed to forward that point. "That's kind of disgusting."
She couldn't exactly understand the tight feeling in her chest at the remark. That meant that Captain Mayuri had already started the experiment and it was already moving forward if the first subject was done. She found herself wondering how many there were exactly and who were they? This kind of involvement couldn't have been voluntary or willing either. He had despised the idea and out right refused it but... she supposed he no longer had a choice but to go through with it. "I think... he may be using this against him."
"What do you mean? Isane questioned.
"He didn't like the fact of being separated from me; in fact he seemed upset over it. But now... I get the feeling he's only going through with it because of me."
"What do you mean?"
Fingertips moved to brushed aside the longer black strands that had fallen into her face for a moment. "Captain Mayuri has complete control over this whole operation, there's no denying that. He may have struck a deal and said that he would only go through with it if that meant he could be closer to me again; it's only a hypothesis but... it worries me that it may be true."
"... That doesn't sound good."
"It isn't; with a man like him, Captain Mayuri won't keep his word."
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"Shit, shit, shit." the words seemed to blur themselves together in one hiss as he kept the lightly damp hand towel pressed against the back of his neck; feeling the cold water mix with warm blood as both shared trickles down the curve of his shoulders. The pain wasn't there but the level of discomfort and the feel of the skin peeling away was enough to almost make a good substitute. The psycho bitch stripped away inches of skin to leave the muscular walls raw and exposed. Not the first time in that but shit... that didn't mean he liked it.
Peeling the towel away, he could feel pieces of skin almost stretch with it before he tossed the bloodied fabric aside. It was going to hinder some movement but it shouldn't be too bad- as long as the next subject wasn't as equally psycho.
Ugh, the thought of another one send a cold chill through his body. All for a multitude of reasons.
The first woman... she had been a hellva price to pay. The back of his neck was skinned from her nails; his shoulders cursed from her teeth; and there were going to be soft bruises from where her hands were less than caring against his face. He could understand women liking the dominant attitude- he had his share of them- but they didn't exactly pull off the same stunt that she did.
And the thought of having to deal with more subjects... it irked him greatly. He cared very little about these women and couldn't have cared less if he didn't know of their existence in the first place. How difficult was it to understand he just wanted her? It almost sounded out of character for him but he just... he wanted to see his mate again; he wanted to see how she was faring with the offsprings. They had been separated for what? Hours now? And yet with every passing minute, he grew more and more anxious. He tried to cut off that section of his brain but at this point, it was like a disease; it had rotted across his mind and infected every piece of him till every section had a small piece of her. Standing back from the sink, he tried not to notice the ugly scratches across one cheek and ran his fingers through his hair to push uneven strands from his face.
An inaudible groan left him as he listened to the creaking of the door once more; subject two had now arrived.
One step closer to those insanity thoughts.
He had to force himself to reveal his position to the newcomer; removing himself from the ceramic bathroom, he stepped out into the small room- quickly noticing the second subject. From physical appearances and a guess on overall personality, she was completely different than the last one- thankfully. Her dark-brown hair was pulled back into a soft bun to reveal her rather scholarly face that was adorned with a set of black, thin-framed glasses that she seemed to push on; those strict, darker eyes hinted at a sense of reluctance and hesitation in the entire approach. He took note of her hands held tightly at her sides, although her fingers twitched with nervousness every few seconds. It was quite easy to tell she didn't want to be here and there was an even greater sense of unwillingness.
That meant he needed to take a different approach to her; giving in and almost comfort that nervousness.
"And who are you?"
Her lips pressed together for a moment as her entire body seem to stiffen. "I was told that that information wasn't necessary to hand over."
"Seems reasonable." he nodded as he carefully leaned in against the wall next to him. "Would you tell me your Division if I asked?"
She hesitated once more and seemed to battle with herself. "Lieutenant of the Eighth Division."
"Hmm, I've always been partial to that number- I think I might be liking you already." he started; watching as the comment only seemed to disgust her. "Humor me for now, but there's one more thing I'd like to ask. What exactly is it that... pushed you to come here?"
"When my Division offered it's support of this... ill-thought out experiment, it came to us that if we were to support it then we must make an investment in it as well. As Lieutenant, I stepped up to the offer for the sheer fact that I... didn't want any of the other female members to go through this process."
"So you're basically sacrificing yourself to protect the others." he replied; watching as she gave a light nod. "I'll share something with you then and it's your choice if you choose to believe me or not. I only stepped up to this on the bare fact that it was either do it willingly or unwillingly; I'm certain the second option would've made this far more awkward than needed. As well as... unfortunately I got the short end of this deal but there was really no other choice for it. If I wanted to see her again and see her soon, I'd have to subject myself to this 'ordeal' and I will say that after that first subject, I cannot express all the regrets for choosing to do so. However, by doing this 'willingly' I was at least given the opportunity to defend myself."
"Ah yes, I heard that Captain Soifon can be quite a... bit to handle in those circumstances."
"She's a crazy bitch in the bed; I either pity or praise the man or woman who stays with her." he remarked. "I'll strike a deal with you though."
Her tense facial expression revealed her early sense of rejection to the sentence. "Why would I make a deal with you?"
"Because, neither of us have a choice in this matter; now we can make this easy or difficult on the both of us. To be honest, I really have no attraction to you but to keep up on my end of the deal, force will be taken if it has to. Now, that's an ugly option and I don't even like the thought of touching on it. It's also obvious you don't even want to be here, and the thought of what you've been pushed into doing is clearly sickening. So I'll make a deal with you: when you leave this room, you tell everyone what they want to hear and everything was successful."
"And... what do I get in return?"
"You see, there's really nothing I'd love more than to derail this entire experiment; make it faulty and ruin it without anyone completely noticing." he started. "I won't have sex with you, now I can give off the illusion of it but... when it comes down to the finisher, that's not going to happen. What do you say? I'll pleasure you for however long you want me to without actually penetrating you. Is it a deal?"
Those dark eyes showed her seemingly caught in the midst of conflict with herself. "How do I know you'll be able to... restrain yourself?"
A light chuckle left him. "I have a fairly stable sense of self-control believe it or not, I promise."
The phrase seemed to give her little comfort but slowly she nodded in agreement. "Okay..."
He pushed himself from where he had been leaning against the wall and slowly approached the woman; making sure to pace his steps evenly as she seemed to grow in discomfort with his closing presence. Fingertips were carefully to lightly reach out and brush aside the small strands that had fallen into her face; watching the way her nose wrinkled at the small physical contact. "How odd it must be..." he started as he gently took hold of her thin glasses and slipped them away from her face. "To actually be able to remove these. I guess I would say I'm the more unfortunate one; it's sometimes a curse of a cleverly placed hollow piece."
She seemed curious at the remark and hesitantly reached her fingers up to his own; fingertips traced the grooves along the side of his glasses before they lightly tugged at the pair to no avail. He chuckled lightly and took her hands in his own; pressing her warm fingertips against his lips. The motion didn't seem to go over too well with her but she didn't completely pull away from him. He watched as she only narrowed her eyes but that only seemed to encourage him more as he folded her fingers in his hands and kissed at her knuckles next. "You're incredibly tense."
"You act like I should be relaxed about this." she muttered.
"It wouldn't hurt but that's ultimately your choice, now isn't it?" he whispered; using the light hold on her hands to pull her body forward and into his own. He leaned down and touched at the corner of her lips with his own; faintly tasting the light strawberry-chapstick she had applied earlier. "Give me five minutes to loosen you up..." one hand moved to cup the curve of her jawline to steady his hold while the other teased the lower curve of her back. He made sure to keep his touch light and avoid an overpowering grip; he wanted to give her some sense that should she want to break away from him, she could. She was still tense as he trailed to the quick throb of her artery that lined the curve of her neck; almost able to feel her heartbeat thundering against him. Releasing the curve of her jaw, he traced the folds in her uniform before he lightly grabbed at one of the crossed hems and pulled it over; the loose-fitting material gave in easily and eagerly seemed to reveal the softly tanned skin of one shoulder as it draped downward along her arm. He moved to embrace here between his arms as he dipped downward to the open flesh; tracing soft figures into her warm skin with the cold tip of his tongue. A light shudder ran through her and he could feel the hesitant touch of her hands as they pressed against his chest; she wasn't acting like she wanted to push him away but instead put them there for good measures.
"Okay..." she started; a light stammer in her voice. "I uh... I'll agree to this deal."
She had already agreed to him before but he took it this was her way of agreeing to let him do as he wanted or rather, as he had promised. He moved to carefully slip off her uniform top and brushed fingertips against the flushed skin underneath; guiding the black fabric down to hang around her waist. There was little else to dress her upper body aside from a matching black bra; a piece of clothing he was more than interested to get rid of. Hands moved up to her narrow hips as he lifted her up and held her against him; carrying her the short distance to his bed, he listened to the mattress give out that all familiar squeak at the addition of any weight type as he laid her out beneath him.
"It's okay...." he whispered; lips moving against her softly vibrating throat. "I'll keep my promise."
Hands pushed at the conflicting fabric from her top as his lips dipped to stroke the flat surface of her sternum; moving to the soft valley between her concealed breasts, he could feel her abdomen raise against him with every deep breath; taking the time to study her patterns and feel each inhale come just a bit quicker than the last. The tip of his tongue tasted at the soft flesh around her navel as fingers took the advantage to loosen the white sash around her waist; feeling the way her entire uniform seemed to fall into pieces in his hands. He touched lightly at the lower curve of her stomach before he moved to retrace his steps and grace her upper body once more. Her chest seemed to raise with quicker breaths now as he slipped one hand underneath and carefully lifted her just a few inches from the mattress; just enough to let his fingers touch and figure out the puzzle of her bra clips- listening to the satisfying snap as it came loose. Pushing his balance to rest on his knees, he supported her body with one arm while the other carefully slipped her confiding bra from her breasts. She seemed to object to it at first as hands moved to provide a faint sense of modesty to her half-naked form. He let her slide back to the mattress as he dipped down to the covered form of her right breast; the tip of his tongue played with the second knuckle of her index finger before he bit gently into the hard flesh. Her hand twitched slightly in reaction before she pulled back from the touch; allowing him to grace her fingertips once again. He could practically feel her hesitation through the shaky touch before they lightly traced back along the curve of his jaw; balancing the flat of her thumb against his lips instead. He bit almost playfully into the soft flesh before she pulled away once more. He showed little hesitation as he dipped downward and traced the surface of her nipple with his lips; his tongue slowly stroking the soft mammary clean as he heard the first, soft moan lift from her lips. That was exactly the sound he wanted to hear from her.
He pulled her up against him once more and carefully engulfed the nipple completely; almost cradling her into his chest as he suckled lightly on the slowly hardening perk. Her moans came out as gentle gasps as he continued to use his tongue to stroke her just the same; fingertips massaging the tense muscles of her back to gain an extra moan here and there. He felt her fingers grasp carefully at his hair as some for of leverage; taking care not to grasp to harshly, which was a motion he was quite thankful for. A soft groan seemed to leave her as his lips left behind a swollen perk before he moved to gather the second one in his tongue. He teased her more with this one; using the tip of his tongue to encircle it first before he press his lips around it; even then, he just lightly skimmed it with his teeth and listened to her half-pleased reaction. Balancing her in one arm once again, he moved his fingers to touch at the lower curve of her stomach; feeling and enjoying the way she shuddered involuntarily at the sensitive touch. He pushed aside her half-discarded sash before he hooked fingertips into the waistband of her uniform pants; pushing them down along her heated thighs as far as his finger length would reach. She seemed to slowly help him with the goal as she moved and wiggled her legs enough to push the material down further till it was easy to kick off the side of the bed. He almost couldn't restrain himself as he drifted fingertips between her thighs and pressed them eagerly against the heated mess between them; fingers sorting out and pressuring tender organs through the thin material of her underwear. A short, half-gasped reaction shuddered in her lungs and he felt her fingers tighten and tug at his hair.
Moving his arms out from underneath her, he watched as she gasped to recollect herself and settle back against the comforting sheets; her breasts swollen from his tender abuse. He brought his lips down against the dip of her navel and left an open kiss against the crimson flesh. His hands moved to grasp her hips as he lifted them just enough to remove the last piece of clothing from her body; uncovering her more intimate and private area, which seemed to bring out the last bit of hesitation from her. Fingers ran down along her thighs as he discarded the fabric before he moved to make more of a fitted space between her legs.
"Ahh... wait..."
Her words almost seemed lost in the moment as he lowered his lips to grace the front of her mound before he gave into the heat. His tongue claimed the slick tissue of her clit as he drug it back and forth across the aroused organ; feeling and tasting the warm fluids that made themselves thick against his tongue. Hands gripped her hips as he pushed in forward and balanced the hardened tissue against his lips.
She could hear her heartbeat practically thundering in her head as he moved to claim the sensitive organ; her moans only furthering as she felt the way seemed to throb in his mouth. He wasn't holding anything back from her as he moved his tongue to stroke it once more. Fingers moved up and twisted in the light pillow beneath her head as the ache of her hips forced them further apart and only seemed to welcome and encourage him even more. His tongue teased the small limp of her nub as he provoked more blood to flow downward; flooding the aroused organs almost painfully. He tightened his fingers against her hips as he buried himself between her legs and continued to ravage her body till it was a twisted mix of pain and pleasure. He needed to hear her gasp and pant, and almost beg for him to continue and stop at the same time; some part of him wanted to hear her. Because at this point... he was almost certain he had forgotten who she was; after awhile, all he wanted to think of was her.
Her folds gave in almost all too easily to him as more of her bittersweet body fluid cursed his tongue; but she was giving him best performance yet and he wasn't going to disappoint her. Her whole body seemed to arch as he slid between them and touched at the warm entrance underneath; a sharp moan echoed from her throat as her upper body lifted off the mattress for a moment. He pushed her legs further apart once again as he hooked his hands against the underside of her thighs now; arching her legs over his shoulders. He pulled away for a moment to catch his breath; finding himself almost panting.
"Let me ask something..." he started. "Does this satisfy you?"
Her answer broke out from the middle of recollecting gasps. "Y-yes..."
"Good."
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