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A Brief Experiment in Cross-Breeding	By : GroovyGondolas Category: Bleach > General Views: 10976 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I don't own Bleach, I don't make any money from the writing of this story, and I don't own "Crossbreeding the Future" by NovaAlexandria

Chapter List
- 6
- 7
I can promise some nice, fun, non-rapey sex on the horizion.. but not this chapter
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Leaving her captive crumpled on the floor behind her, Halibel rushed out of her room before she did any irreversible damage. She knew she shouldn’t have made the shinigami the target of her violence, but as soon as she had reached her chambers, rooms whose other occupants would never return, she had seen nothing but red. After the first blow she couldn’t stop and had taken her pain and anger out on the closest thing she had to the ones who had been responsible for the deaths of her companions. Of course, this wasn’t the same shinigami who had so effortlessly taken the lives of her subordinates, women who she would have called friends if arrancar ever had such thing, but his robes were the same, white over black, and her emotions were raw enough that the man she had been given was close enough to serve as a punching bag.
She had wanted to hear his bones break, to watch his blood flow through her fingers, to listen to his screams of pain as she tore through the warm, delicate flesh of his belly. Instead she had been forced to pull her punches in order to avoid doing him any permanent harm. Aizen wouldn’t approve of her brazenly killing her prisoner on the first day.
Aizen. His name turned to ash on her tongue. Aizen had done nothing to protect her fraccion. Aizen had done nothing to avenge their deaths. And now, Aizen was the one who had given her orders to breed with one of the shinigami, the same people who had done the killing.
The thought made her stomach lurch with nausea. Halibel found the idea to be absolutely repulsive. Since becoming an Espada, she hadn’t engaged with her male counterparts, recreationally or otherwise, and having to do anything close to that with a shinigami made bile raise in the back of her throat. Especially since the one she would have to sleep with apparently viewed the entire world by looking down his nose. Before she had broken it, anyway.
Getting him to cooperate would be a herculean task all on its own, as the proud shinigami seemed to find the prospect of procreating with her to be equally odious. The male Espada had it so easy, all they had to do was force their captives to have sex with them and make sure they finished the job. Grimmjow was probably even enjoying himself, as was Barragan, both having been given women to do with as they like. The woman Starrk had chosen seemed to do nothing besides meekly follow orders. All of them had probably already completed their assignments for the night and had moved on to snoring loudly as their captives softly wept themselves to sleep.
Her work would be a lot more difficult than simply pinning her captive to the bed and holding him in place long enough to finish. No, as the female of the equation subduing her prisoner was merely step one, although she had to admit that it probably wouldn’t be too terribly difficult considering the beating she had given him earlier. She would then have to not only get him aroused but also make sure he came somewhere that would get her pregnant. Halibel knew there were drugs that would help her complete her objective, so to speak, but they would be hard to find, especially now that the Eighth was dead. Locating and retrieving such a drug from down in the Pits would be a mission all on its own. The bowels of Hueco Mundo were filled with hundreds of numeros, lying in wait like animals, devouring each other in the dark.
All that would be just the beginning, really. Again she was at a disadvantage due to her sex. Once Aizen’s little hybrid terrors were conceived the males were off the hook. Their mission ended as soon as they got their respective counterparts pregnant. She, on the other hand, would not only have to endure months of pregnancy but would also probably have to raise the thing until it was no longer dependent on her. If the offspring were anything like their shinigami parents that part could take years. Her one refuge in the whole thing was at least she wasn’t the absolute worst off in this. How the newest Espada was going to get her shinigami to successfully impregnate her was anyone’s guess, given that their only previous encounter had already left him half dead, most of the reiatsu drained from his body. Halibel gave a bitter sort of chuckle. Not she was much better off now, after what she had done to her prisoner.
Halibel wasn’t sure if Aizen’s goal was even achievable. There certainly weren’t any baby arrancar crawling around Hueco Mundo, and, with the type of punishments Aizen and some of the other Espada had been fond of, if an arrancar pregnancy was possible there would have been one by now. If anyone would have known it would have been Sayazel. He had been the expert on arrancar anatomy. But now he was dead, and she supposed the only way to find out if Aizen’s orders were possible would be to follow them.
She was jolted out of her thoughts when she turned a corner and came face to smiling face with Ichimaru Gin. Halibel trusted Gin as much as a fish trusts a crocodile with its jaws open. In her world of brutality and hunger there was nothing more unnerving than a cheerful, directionless smile.
“Halibel-chan, how are ya?”
His familiar tone made her skin crawl. “I am fine, Gin-sama. Thank you.” She replied stiffly. Even with her closest companions dead she wasn’t about to reveal her inner troubles to Gin so he could pick through them like a buzzard inspecting a promising looking carcass.
“Halibel-chan, ya wouldn’t be lyin’ to me, would ya?” His voiced dripped with false injury. “An’ here I went an’ got ya a lil’ present an’ everythin’.”
Halibel eyed him, suspicions at full alert, but couldn’t read a single thing from the grin he had plastered across his face. “Thank you, Gin-sama. How very generous.” Everything in her mind was screaming caution as Gin produced a small, metallic case from inside his robes and handed it to her. She inspected the tiny container she now held in her palm, eyes questioning. Inside was a bottle of milky fluid and several needles.
“It’s a drug to help ya move things along with yer prince charmin’. He can get pretty darn stubborn, ya know, but I guess that’s nobles for ya.” Halibel nodded her head in acknowledgment, but Gin continued. “Besides, I figure ya been havin’ a bad enough day already, what with havin’ to watch all yer girls get slaughtered like sheep.”
She dug her fingernails into her palms. Gin just seemed to smile even wider. “Yeah, musta been tough, not bein’ able to do anything about it. Hearin’ all of ‘em scream, probably hopin’ you’d be comin’ to save ‘em.”
Knowing he was trying to provoke her did nothing to ebb the sudden flood of anger that rushed through her body. She was glad her mask obscured most of her face, as it would have been impossible to hide her lips, now twisted into an agonized snarl. Showing pain would mean showing weakness, and for a hollow weakness meant death.
“Actually, Gin-sama, I don’t believe they were given a chance to scream,” she said, voice remarkably even considering the flames of anger licking on the edges of her vision. “Thank you again for the gift. Now, if you would please excuse me, I must return to my quarters.” She bowed politely and started down the hallway. The entire time she had avoided looking at his face, but as she left she could feel his smile burn into her back just the same.
Halibel approached her rooms, Gin’s gift clutched in her hand. As unpleasant as their encounter was, she was now armed with what she needed to carry out her orders. She walked into her room and saw that the shinigami had managed to pull himself onto the chaise lounge. Mila Rose’s chaise lounge. As soon as he heard the door open he moved himself into a sitting position.
She really had loosed all her anger on him. His face was swollen and purple with black lines of freshly dried blood where her punches had broken the skin. She started to feel a swell of something that could have been guilt until she saw the haughty stare he had fixed her with from his one good eye. She had to admit, it was a rare type of hubris that could maintain such pride with a half-smashed face. She was glad she had been given the drugs. His admittedly resilient sense of dignity aside, she was not about to leave any questions as to who had the power between the two of them. She walked over to stand in front of him, each step filled with purpose.
“Shinigami,” she said, tone commanding, “Aizen’s word is law. It is my duty to see that all of his orders are followed.”
“I will not comply,” said the shinigami, voice calm and gaze filled with defiance.
Halibel felt a flash of irritation. “I can guarantee it will be less painful for you and far less annoying for me if you cooperate,” she said through gritted teeth.
“I refuse.” He stated again. She sneered beneath her mask.
“Shinigami, I am prepared to use whatever means necessary to ensure that Aizen’s commands are obeyed. The only way to spare yourself from further injury is to comply.”
“No.” said the man, still fixing her with his unwavering stare.
“Fine,” she snapped and opened the case Gin had given her. The shinigami did nothing as she pulled out the tiny bottle and filled one of the syringes. He wouldn’t be able to escape her if he tried.
Halibel held the needle between her fingers and with a blur of sonido she was on top of him. For the first time Byakuya fought with all of his strength, desperately clawing and trashing beneath her, ignoring the awful pain that came shooting in all directions from his injured limbs.
The ferocity with which he fought made no difference. She was too fast and too strong and after only a few moments he felt a sharp sting delivered to the side of his neck. He tried in vain to keep up the struggle but it felt as if white-hot wires had been shoved through his veins. A cry was torn from his lips as he burned, his existing injuries amplified as every inch of him became hypersensitive. His entire body convulsed, arching up off of the chaise as every nerve ignited. His eyes were wide, lost in a blind panic. His mouth opened into a silent scream.
Byakuya’s body was being consumed by pain and terrible pleasure. The drugs merciless effects overshadowed the agony from his earlier injuries. He had a vague sense of being lifted and carried, but his mind was so clouded he wasn’t sure what was real and what was a mirage born from his misery. He was dimly aware of Halibel moving above him, but all else was drowned in the fire. Through the haze of flame he felt his skin become exposed to the open air and a weight settle onto his hips. All he could hear was his frantic heartbeat pounding in his ears.
The whirling storm of pleasure and pain extending from his groin only intensified. He tried to lift his head to see what was being done to his body but he had lost all of his strength and his eyes wouldn’t focus. The burning tide of agony began to rise, higher and higher, until he felt he would drown in it. Suddenly an earth shattering explosion of orgasm and torture ripped through his body and with a final cry he fell into an abyss as black as death itself.
For a while Byakuya was awash in a dark sea of numbness. He felt nothing but the occasional curl of flame that drifted past him in the emptiness of his mind. Without warning he felt himself being dragged to the surface. He tried to resist, knowing that what lay beyond this ocean of nothingness could only be worse than where he was now, but the pull into the light was irresistible.
He lay on the floor, pinned by his own weakness like a beetle to a card. A groan escaped his lips when consciousness brought all his injury screaming back into the center of his brain. The arrancar’s face swam into his field of vision. Her blue green eyes sparkled with venom from above. “Next time, shinigami, don’t fight.” Her cold voice echoed through him as his body began to shudder uncontrollably, clearly an after effect of the substance he had been given.
“W-w-what did you do to me?” he asked through clenched teeth has he desperately tried to re-gain control of his limbs. She didn’t respond and the silence in the room stretched. He was about to demand an answer when she spoke again.
“Aizen’s word is law. All orders are to be followed without exception upon penalty of death. I will not let your ridiculous sense of pride stop me from obeying Aizen’s commands. If you continue to refuse to cooperate, I will have no choice but to keep using the drug you have been given. I will put my life ahead of your comfort. And my own.”
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