Breaking the Hornet

The cavernous hallways echoed as Soifon ran, forcing herself to follow the path straight ahead until her legs gave out. It was harder every second-- the air felt as thick as molasses and the walls seemed to narrow with every step.

With a final, desperate push, she suddenly found herself in a wide, domed chamber. It gave her chills, but at least here she could breathe.

And then she saw it-- the throne in the center, Kisuke somehow lounged proudly atop it like a king...

...And there she was, kneeling at his feet.

But somehow, the Soifon she saw wasn't her at all-- instead of her captain's uniform, only a glittering silk bikini and a revealing sash around her hips (along with a silver collar on her neck) adorned her skin, and instead of proud defiance on the facsimile's face, there was only blind, smiling adoration.

Soifon felt something in her stomach drop at the sight, a strange horror grip at her heart. She had to get that... other her away from him. Now. But as she stepped forward about to run, to shout, there was a slight prick against her neck and all her muscles went limp. Without even a squeak, Soifon fell to the floor, completely paralyzed and utterly voiceless.

"Sorry, Little Bee," a feminine voice mocked against her ear suddenly, "...But I've waited too long to see this to let you get in the way." Soifon tried to think. She knew that voice. But...

The woman behind Soifon suddenly sat on her back, keeping her unmoving form in place before roughly pulling up her hair, forcing her to stare straight ahead.

"Let's watch together, shall we?" Soifon's captor purred huskily, and gritting her teeth Soifon had no choice but to obey.

"So... how do you like your new uniform, Slave?" Kisuke asked, looking down imperiously on Soifon's dumbly smiling duplicate.

"Mmmmmm...It's just wonderful, Master," the fake Soifon moaned, her face rapturous. "I love the way it feels against my body. It's soooo hard not to touch myself anymore..."

"Yes, you've certainly done well at following orders now. In fact..." at this he began to open up his trousers, instantly bringing a ravenous smile to fake-Soifon's face, "...I think you've earned a reward."

Fake-Soifon leaned closer at the sight of his erect penis, a blissful sigh issuing from her lips as she stared eagerly.

"Why don't you dance for it, Slave?" He asked casually, and without hesitation fake-Soifon stood up, licking her lips just before leaning forward and shamelessly grinding against his lap.

The real Soifon couldn't believe it, but there she-- well, someone who looked incredibly like her-- was, undulating pathetically against Kisuke, shuddering visibly whenever his cock brushed against her bare clitoris (exposed when she'd pushed the front of her sash aside, the better to pleasure her Master). She didn't last long at all before she was shaking viciously, her voice tremulous and adoring while her movements continued without pause. She hadn't been told to stop yet.

"Mah-M-Master...Please...please fuck your Slave. Fuck your Slave li-like the dirty little whore she is." Soifon-- no, the fake, she told herself, the fake-- seemed to take incredible pleasure from describing herself in those words, but before Soifon could hear what Master-- no, Kisuke-- said, she suddenly felt a wonderfully strong hand around her throat, pulling her limp body onto her knees.

"I've got her all ready for you, Master," the girl who'd paralyzed Soifon purred, and moving to the side, into her line of vision--

Oh gods. It was her, another her, this time in shinigami attire but a wicked, predatory smile across her lips, the panic and confusion built up in Soifon until--

"Enjoying the show... Slave?"

And then she heard Master's voice (no, Kisuke, she dimly thought) against her ear, and all thought seemed to evaporate. Her breath caught in her throat, his length was pressed against her dripping cunt, oh gods he was going to--

She heard herself sigh-- three times, all at once-- the second Kisuke penetrated her. Gripped the floor, hard, desperate, before she felt him move. Oh gods, he was so fast, so good-- suddenly she was the Soifon on the throne, riding her Master with unbridled enthusiasm, then back to getting her brains fucked out on the cool tile, then the Soifon watching the show, fingers deep inside herself and sighing contentedly at the carnal display before her... She couldn't think, couldn't think at all, and as she screamed for orgasm it didn't really matter which one of her was the real thing--

She awoke, breathing hard and soaked with sweat, on the futon of her own apartment in Soul Society, the covers and her simple white pajamas pulled up over her bare breasts and a hand down her flannel pants. Soifon shivered, painfully aware of what she'd been doing... or rather, what she'd tried to do since Kisuke hadn't given her permission to come before he saw her today.

It must be the collar, she thought dimly as she brushed her free hand against the black leather still about her neck, the awareness of its presence making something quiver deep inside the shinigami. No matter how badly she wanted to masturbate, there was some kind of mental block keeping her from actually making contact. Who knows what other sinister features Ma...Kisuke had equipped it with?

As she changed out of her damp clothes, tried to force herself properly awake, it occured to her that she'd never wanted to touch herself before-- at least, not with anyone besides Yoruichi occupying her thoughts. But now... it was impossible to not think about it, and when it happened only thoughts of Kisuke controlling her, abusing her sprung to mind. In fact, it seemed like ever since she'd started this bet, Yoruichi-- her goddess, her reason for being, her everything for so long-- was becoming harder and harder to even think about. But Kisuke... Kisuke was always there and kept her firmly under his thumb and seemed to know exactly what she wanted but was too timid or proud to say...

Gods... what was happening to her?

---

Somehow, a completely normal day as Captain of the Second Division seemed utterly surreal now. None of her recruits pressed her on where exactly she'd been for the last three days (they even seemed reluctant to make eye contact after she'd promptly humiliated one who seemed a little too interested in the collar around her neck), and training as a whole went rather smoothly.

When they stopped for the day, the sun had nearly set behind the massive white wall of Soul Society, and Omaeda offered to run the handful of slackers through another set of katas to give his Captain a rest. Soifon had no intention of doing so at first, but five solid days of... what Kisuke had put her through had taken quite a bit out of her.

Returning to her apartment, wondering when Kisuke would ask her to come to the Urahara Shoten, she nearly jumped at the sound of his voice.

"Hello, Slave."

Turning abruptly, she stifled a gasp at finding Kisuke casually sitting behind her desk, feet up on the polished mahogany surface. It took her a moment to speak.

"B-but how? I thought it was impossible for you to--"

"Nothing is impossible for me, Slave. Yamamoto-san knows damn well I could come back whenever I wanted to... if I were to put my mind to it," he smiled cryptically, then tossed his striped hat off into a distant corner of the dimly lit apartment. His emerald eyes locked unwaveringly onto Soifon's charcoal ones, and the Captain felt her knees instantly grow unsteady. His power over her felt like an incredible, raw force of nature, and at this point even she wasn't sure she wanted it to stop.

"Get over here, Slave. And strip."

"...Yes, Master." The words just spilled out, her compliance practically automatic; some part of her still refused to acknowledge him by that title when she was alone, but in his presence... it felt as natural and thoughtless as breathing itself.

Her clothes were in a scattered trail behind her when she came behind the desk to stand in front of Kisuke, still seated. His eyes roved eagerly up and down her bare body, and Soifon bit her tongue to distract herself. Gods, she wanted to touch herself so badly right now. Wanted him to watch her touch herself. Such a shameful, alien thought-- and yet it gnawed at her awareness eagerly.

But no. He hadn't given her permission to do anything.

Not yet.

"Bend over the desk, Slave," he finally declared, standing up while reaching into his robes. "Breasts flat against the surface, hands on the front edge." Soifon did as she was told without hesitation, shivering as she felt the cool laquer against her nipples, her firm stomach muscles. A million images raced through her head of what he could do to her like this, and she prayed he didn't notice how soaking wet she was already.

He had, but said nothing.

She saw the blindfold in front of her face moments before it wrapped around her eyes, plunging the once-proud shinigami into darkness. A gasp issued out from her lips, and slowly she became painfully aware of her surroundings. The indents of the wood planks against her torso. The rustle of clothes-- Kisuke's-- hitting the floor.

Kisuke himself, running a hand slowly over her tight, smooth ass.

She hummed, unable to stop herself-- her cheeks burning as her groin began to ache-- and then without warning she felt something hard and wooden smack against her rear.

Soifon screamed, pain and pleasure at once, her mind and body still in knots after he'd thoroughly conditioned her with the sense rearranger last night. She flat-out moaned the second time he struck, realizing that he was using his cane.

He hit her with the cane until her ass was red and stung to the touch, which only made Soifon sigh with vague desperation. Pain and pleasure-- she now understood-- were inseperable; and each only emphasized the other for a truly delectable cocktail of sensation, exacerbated by the blindfold. Somehow, not knowing exactly what Kisuke was going to do before he did it made her feel even better.

So she didn't notice the leash until she heard the clink of a hook going through the O-ring of her collar, and wasn't prepared at all when he pulled hard, practically strangling her as he forced her to arch against him as his cock slid deep into her dripping cunt without warning.

Her tongue was hanging out from the sheer volume of physical sensations dominating her, eyes rolling back behind the blindfold as he pounded so hard against her womb, and she dimly realized that she was meeting his thrusts eagerly, her body doing the shameless begging her mouth was too weak to bother with--

"Hello?"

The knock at the door made Soifon freeze, gasp in horror so great it enveloped the pleasure she'd felt just moments ago. Oh gods. She knew that voice--

"C-Captain Soifon-san? I-it's Hinamori. Er... Momo Hinamori? Fourth Division?"

That young girl, the kido expert, Soifon quickly remembered. Oh gods, what was she doing here?! Why was anyone here right now?!

"Oh, by the way Slave," Kisuke whispered incredulously, as if he'd simply forgotten a carton of milk at the store. "I MAY have sent a message under your name for a young, impressionable member of Soul Society to deliver you an itinerary of the Shinigami Women's Association meetings you were... unable to attend."

Soifon's eyes widened with fear. Oh gods, he'd planned this. Any minute now she was going to be seen like this, she'd never be able to show her face in Soul Society again--

"Anyway taicho, I have the forms you requested. Is it alright if I come ins--"

"NO!" Soifon shouted at first without thinking, then quickly tried to compose herself-- difficult enough without Kisuke still inside her, her vaginal walls eager to get back to squeezing him dry.

"Er... Hinamori-san, j-just leave them by the d-ahhh...-d-door... I-I'll get them later." Hinamori was silent for a moment, but spoke up just as Kisuke began to move again, despite her fervent head-shaking, at a torturously slow pace.

"...But you were very insistent in your message that I deliver these to you firsthand, and nobody else..."

"I...ah!--I kn-know what I s-s-said," Soifon managed, trying desperately to overcome the raw animal lust Kisuke was stirring so effortlessly deep inside her. She just had to keep calm, speak clearly... "b-b-but I r-really can't be disturbed right nAHHHH!!"

He'd thrust hard, and she'd nearly screamed-- oh gods, he'd already taken her shame and identity and pride, at least let her keep her image...

"...Taicho, are you alright? W-what's going on?"

"N-nothing, Hinam-moh-mori. I'm just very b-b-busy and need absolute solittaaAHHHHHHH OHHHHH FUCKKKKK..."

Suddenly he'd slid out-- faster than she could react-- and thrust deep inside her ass. Oh gods, he knew what that did to her, there was no way she could fight against that--

"Taicho?! Taicho, don't worry, I'm coming i--"

Hinamori's words died in a gasp as she stared into the room, unable to believe her eyes. Soifon-- the cold, calculating, indomitable Captain Soifon-- was completely naked, blindfolded, and moaning eagerly as a tall man with sandy-blonde hair stood behind her, doing... oh gods.

"I-I-I-I'm s-sorry Captain! I-I didn't know that you were--"

"Nonsense," Kisuke smiled as he continued to plow Soifon's ass, making her clit bump into the hard wooden table, her moans low and animal as her nobility fought desperately with her lust and quickly began losing ground. "She's a Captain, of course my little Slave can listen to what you have to say!"

Gods, Hinamori was right there, Soifon could feel her eyes burning into her with shame and disbelief, and... was she... oh no.

"Wh-wh-what do y-you mean... 'slave?'" Hinamori gasped in horror, her footsteps slowly retreating but her eyes never wavering as Kisuke lifted Soifon off the desk and pulled her flush against him, spreading her legs wide and never stopped pounding her butt with his wonderfully hard cock...

Oh gods, she wanted this. Hinamori was watching her get fucked senseless by Kisuke and... she was enjoying it. Either he had gone even faster, or she'd just discovered a long-hidden voyeurism fetish, but Soifon could feel herself teetering on the edge of an incredible orgasm...

"Oh, I mean she's my obedient little slut," Kisuke answered the traumatized shinigami cheerfully. "All that pride and anger and power she swung around so much before? Not much more than sound and fury after a nice, hard cock straighted her out. Isn't that right, Slave?"

"Y-ahhh-Y-Yes, M-Master!" Somehow, saying it aloud in another's presence was more humiliating than saying it alone, but knowing that Hinamori was still rooted to the spot, watching Kisuke fuck her... ooh yes, let her see me come, she began thinking.

Let her watch him fuck me like a good little whore.

She just didn't care about anything right now but the desperate urge for her Master's permission...

"Good Slave. Now go ahead and come for our guest, won't you?"

Soifon didn't need anything else to make her moan like a wanton slut as she felt Kisuke's hot semen fill her ass, her own fluids soaking the desk like a flood before Kisuke roughly set her down, leaving her drenched in her own juices.

Distantly, she heard the door of her apartment slam shut, feet pattering away quickly into the evening. Hinamori must have come to her senses about then.

"Wh...why would you d-do that to me?" Soifon felt herself shudder, tears forming against the blindfold. "Th-that was cruel a-and humiliating and--"

"And you loved it."

That silenced her.

"...Didn't you, Slave? You loved knowing that sweet young girl could see you completely at my mercy... didn't you?"

"...Yes...Master."

Somehow, as she admitted it, an incredible wave of bliss washed over her.

Hinamori would talk. By morning everything she was, had known, had ever worked for would be gone, and all because Kisuke could bend her to his will without even trying.

And somehow... she didn't care.

"Now then, Slave," Kisuke chuckled as his footsteps echoed around the still-lifeless Soifon, and then she could smell their juices and his cock right in front of her face. "...Clean me up before I go home, won't you?"

Without thought or a single word, she craned her head forward and took him into her mouth. And it was wonderful.