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Prize of Victory 2
By : NovaAlexandria
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Lunchtime Visits

As much as Karin hated letting the children out of her sight, she was glad Aizen wasn�t keeping them under lock and key. Unlike her, they didn�t spend their days imprisoned like caged birds or insects in a terrarium. She remained confined to the Palace�s Royal suite, save for the time spent at dinner. Even then, Gin escorted her to and from the meal. Aizen had cloaked her presence from everyone, including the servants and guards. In theory, she could easily walk out of the Palace, unnoticed by anyone. After all, if they didn�t see her, they couldn�t stop her.

Karin had no delusions about getting away with something like that. If she recognized the possibility of doing so, Aizen would have anticipated it as well. The pretty bauble locked around her wrist would likely sound an alarm if she crossed the invisible threshold he�d presumably set up. She also suspected that the bracelet contained a tracking device that would allow the bastard to find her no matter where she hid� unless she wanted to part with her forearm below the elbow and her hand. Doing something as drastic as that might lead to a swift death via blood loss, negating that option�s value. From a purely practical standpoint, she lacked the tools to carry out such an operation and doing something so final would leave the twins at Aizen�s mercy. She couldn�t do that to them. Moreover, the tyrant might take his anger out on them and more likely, Gin, in addition to taking it out on her. He might even shackle her afterwards. She did not relish the thought of wearing a chain, trussed up in her room in much the same way Nnoitra tethered Rangiku.

So here she was, alone in her chambers while the twins went about their day. Vindula was usually with her, drawing out plans for her garden on sheets of paper, but Abisara only came to her room when he returned home. The young boy spent his daytime hours under Unohana�s supervision, running and adjusting the equipment that helped monitor those with hybrid pregnancies. Aizen had the habit of asking how everyone�s day had gone at suppertime, acting the role of �concerned father figure� to a family of the mostly unwilling. Abisara had reported to him that Rangiku�s pregnancy presented a few problems, as had a few of the other pregnancies involving Arrancar with birds, insects and reptiles as their base animals. The embryos in those cases formed shells of various sorts around their young. Karin didn�t envy her blond friend when it came time to �lay� her twins. While Nemu had given birth with little difficulty, she was hardly a typical Shinigami, nor a typical female. Luckily, the smooth casing of the eggs meant that there would be no umbilical cords to either entangle limbs or wrap around small necks, nor mask fragments to catch and impede delivery.

Today Vindula was on her way to visit Starrk and Lilinette so she could gather some specific seeds that might be lurking from last fall in the less-regularly-tended flowerbeds and cuttings from Jushiro�s gardens for her promised plot here at the Palace. Karin expected her back sometime after lunch. Aizen almost seemed fond of the girl and that both relieved and worried Karin. At least nothing about Vindula was tomboyish, so even if she and the twins did end up enslaved here for their rest of their lives, she doubted Aizen would ever look at the girl in that way.

Unfortunately, the twins� absence left Karin to stew in her pretty prison cell alone. While Gin was technically present in the Royal Wing, he was also busy with chores in Aizen�s room and she had no desire to go in there. Once he finished there, he would clean her chambers and she could wait that long for a rational, adult conversation and what little news from the outside world he managed to glean from the other servants. She had been horrified to learn about Aizen�s latest declaration involving Claims, as well as the edict ordering all of the officers to get down on their hands and knees if they wanted to keep their posts. Aizen had wasted no time in informing her that he�d made that decision thanks to her betrayal, which resulted in a great deal of guilt on her part. He had gloated about it to her the night he�d instigated the first round of extended Claiming rights, during that first brief rest between his initial rape of her person and the second time he�d taken her.

Intending to get some fresh air on the balcony, and to clear her mind of dark thoughts, she stood up, only to hiss at the pain between her thighs. Aizen visited Karin every night after he finished with Unohana, raping her anywhere from two to five times, always leaving himself inside of her, always groping her breasts and whispering veiled threats regarding the twins, her mate and her daughter into her ear. He usually finished with her as the clock struck midnight, leaving her to return to his own rooms. She would typically spend the next half hour washing away his touch and fishing as much of his �tribute� out of her as her fingers could manage. She refused to let Gin touch her and if she was honest, part of her welcomed the pain. It made what Aizen did to her feel nothing like what she shared with Grimmjow and only fuelled her growing hatred of the bastard.

The other part of her wished she could perform healing Kido.

�Perhaps I should have Unohana-san take a look at the abrasions when she gets home this evening,� she thought, gently rubbing her inner thigh and wincing at the discomfort the action caused.

Aizen wasn�t necessarily brutal with her, in the way he brutalized Szayel, but he certainly wasn�t gentle. The only two things he cared about involved satisfying his own urges and filling her sorely used channel with his cum, in pursuit of an heir. As sexually and emotionally dense as Ulquiorra had once been, even he had always made certain that the act of penetration wouldn�t harm Orihime physically. Aizen gave Karin no such consideration, other than giving her the opportunity to submit to Gin�s tongue.

Karin shoved those ugly thoughts aside and finished making her way to the balcony. It was quickly becoming her favourite spot because the garden was astonishingly beautiful. The blooming flowers, the scents and the colours all helped lift her spirits. Closing her eyes, she slipped into the comforting meditative trance that was Jinzen. The sun warmed her skin and the garden�s perfume filled her nose, giving her a temporary feeling of contentment and peace. She concentrated on the Claim she shared with Grimmjow and sighed as she felt his resolve. It was faint, but it was there just the same. He had survived the accidental draining and the small doses of grim determination she received from him told her he was working out some sort of plan, hopefully with the Escapees� help. She wished that she had some way to get in touch with them, but she wasn�t desperate enough to know what was going on to put either Abisara or Gin at risk. The best she could do was try to be ready to get the twins to a relatively safe place when the proverbial shit hit the fan, and that someone would be able to free her from the reiatsu blocker attached to her wrist.

A hand landed on her shoulder made her yelp in surprise and nearly jump out of her chair. It also wrenched her from her trance. Her eyes flew open to find Aizen regarding her smugly. For some reason, he appeared to find her reaction funny. Karin stared back at him balefully. Without her vision or control over her reiatsu, she hadn�t been able to detect him coming. She forced herself keep glaring at her captor, even though her first impulse was to slap his hand away, stalk into the bathroom and lock the door. He must have approached her from the balcony. If he�d come in through the doorway leading to the hall, her alarm would have gone off.

That meant Aizen�s detour had been deliberate. He had wanted to startle her, probably to remind her how vulnerable she was now that he�d shackled her powers.

�What do you want?� she asked testily, apprehensive about why he was here and not at the First Division.

�I had hoped you would join me for lunch,� he replied, letting his hand fall back to his side.

Karin had to resist the urge to rub away the lingering sensation of his hand on her skin. It would be as good as admitting he�d managed to unsettle her. She also had several choice words about his request, but in the end, she kept them to herself. If she said �no� outright, he might see fit to deny her food and she had no desire to starve. He�d most likely follow any refusal on her part with yet another subtle threat against Vindula and Abisara. As usual, that would leave her little choice but to yield to his demands, in this case, an �invitation� to share a meal.

She was growing weary of his attempts at intimidation. The human woman wondered why he had bothered making any sort of agreement not to hurt them at all. The last thing she wanted was to have to listen to such while she ate, since she�d only have to put up with more threats later that night, after he�d finished with his wife.

�It�s not as if I could prevent you,� she pointed out coldly, and went back to admiring the garden, her stance indicating she wanted nothing further to do with him. It wasn�t as much �acceptance� as simply stating the obvious: that she couldn�t deny him what he wanted with her powers locked away. �Obedience� through deflection didn�t really count as defiance or acceptance, at least to Karin�s way of thinking, since his invitation wasn�t an invitation at all, but an order.

�Indeed not,� Aizen agreed with a chuckle. He moved over and pulled out a chair to sit across from her at the small table. �However, I will take your statement as an affirmation and avail myself of your company.�

�Suit yourself.�

Karin shrugged and refused to look at him, concentrating instead on the latest batches of tulips to bloom, as well as the nest that two robins had undertaken in one of the ornamental plum trees in the corner of the garden.

Shortly after Aizen sat down, Gin came in with two plates of food and a pair of chopsticks each, her alarm jolting her as he walked through the barrier. She shouldn�t have been too surprised at his timing. He�d probably been waiting just outside the door for some sort of reiatsu-based signal. He set a nicely plated meal of soup, rice, fish and vegetables before her. Karin forced herself to eat it in a calm and polite manner, though the part of her that Grimmjow had corrupted years ago screamed at her to toss the bowl of hot miso in Aizen�s face in what would be a useless-but-satisfying-bout of retaliation. It wasn�t as if she tasted the food; Aizen�s company ruined any enjoyment she might have taken in it.

�How are the twins doing?� Aizen asked pleasantly, several bites into their meal.

�They miss their parents and Abarai, but otherwise they�re coping with the situation.� Karin tried to keep her words honest and her tone neutral. �It helps that Abisara can assist Unohana-san at work. It takes his mind off of things,� she confessed, thanking him in a roundabout way for permitting the boy do so to when he could have just as easily locked both children in their room and deprived them of any company other than one another. In her darker moments, she knew he could have killed them outright, or handed them out as prizes to one or more of the Numeros.

�But then, he wouldn�t be able to use them against me. Why would he discard perfectly good hostages?� she thought bitterly, the bite of rice tasting like ash in her mouth.

�And Vindula-chan?�

Karin had to work at keeping her expression bland rather than sneering at his prompt. She swallowed before replying.

�She is adjusting well, and is very excited about planning her garden.� She toyed with her food for a few minutes, before forcing down another mouthful. Starving herself would help no one and she�d need to keep her strength up. .

�That is good to hear. I am pleased at how well you�ve cared for them thus far, as well as your continued silence regarding their parents and guardian�s status as traitors. Perhaps I may even let you keep them after my Ascension,� he mused, letting his eyes wander around the room before they settled on her once more. �Would you like that?�

�Your �ascension� can go to hell,� she declared sharply, unable to stop herself.

�I was referring to allowing you to both keep and raise the twins as your own,� he clarified. �It will be a poor replacement for the infant I will be forced to sacrifice to secure my line, but I�m sure you�ll find their company a consolation.�

For a moment, Karin stared at him blankly, as he casually wrote off the act of killing his own child, with the sort of tone one might use to describe a dirty but necessary chore. Her chopsticks hung in midair as her brain tried to work through the shock of hearing him offer the twins to her in the same breath.

When she finally found her voice, Karin did her best to tell him she wanted to keep the children with her. The remainder of the meal passed in silence. She choked down the last of her vegetables as she tried not to think about having to stand by helplessly and watch the monster at the table slaughter a newborn babe. A tiny, selfish voice in the back of her mind whispered that it would be better if Unohana bore fruit first, or that they both delivered at the same time. Karin was certain Aizen would sooner sacrifice his wife�s child if it meant he had something to use to keep his human captive in line and force her into his bed.

She did her best to smother it, sickened by it even as she acknowledged the fear that spawned it. Whether her child or Unohana�s, an innocent would die for Aizen�s selfish desires and his insatiable need for power. Sometimes she wondered what sort of person he�d been during his last stint in the Living World, what kind of life he�d lived that would endow him with a ridiculous amount of reiatsu, ambition and a complete lack of empathy for anyone but himself. Maybe, she considered, he�d never been human at all.

Once they�d finished, Gin whisked the dishes away, bowing on his way out before returning shortly with a pot of tea. Karin guessed some other servant had been waiting with it, for Gin had returned far too quickly. Aizen was too particular about his tea to have a pot pre-made and re-warmed with Kido. The beverage delivered, Gin left a second time and did not return. She presumed he had gone back to his chores. Any chance she might have had to talk privately with him evaporated and she seethed at the lost opportunity. It was yet another thing she could hold against the bastard sitting at the table.

Aizen poured two cups of hot tea before settling comfortably in his chair, giving no indication he was in any hurry to get back to his Division. Karin ignored her cup and rose, intending to leave him there and retreat down to the garden itself. She was being rude by doing so, but she had agreed to lunch, nothing more. She had no desire to sit in his sickening presence any longer than necessary. She made it three steps away from the table before he spoke.

�Come here, Karin,� he ordered, any trace of geniality in his voice gone.

The human woman glared at him over her shoulder, but reluctantly walked around the table to stand before him. She flinched as he raised the hand not holding his teacup to grasp her ass, giving it a squeeze. She tried to step back, but his strength was far too much for her to fight off and the short and pointless struggle only ended up with her sitting in his lap, his erection poking her.

�Let me go,� she growled.

�I seem to have a little problem. As your thrilling little display of defiance is responsible for it, it would only be prudent for you to take care of it.�

�Fuck you,� she snarled hatefully at him, trying to rise from him again without much success.

The sudden backhand he delivered took her by complete surprise. She tasted blood as her teeth sliced into her lower lip. The blow knocked her off balance and Karin landed painfully on her back on the small table. Her arm and upper back collided with the teapot and one of the teacups, resulting in hot spilled tea that burned her skin where it soaked through her clothing.

�My dear Karin-chan, you of all people should know to watch your language when in the presence of one�s ruler,� Aizen �tsk-ed�, tangling his fingers in her braided hair. With a powerful wrench, he dragged her off of the table to kneel before him. �If you want to keep the twins, you will have to show me you can be obedient.�

She heard the �thunk� of his teacup hitting the tabletop and the rustle of fabric as he adjusted his hakama. The hand painfully gripping her head pulled her chin upward until she faced his exposed, straining erection. �Now, deal with the problem you have created like a good woman�� he ordered with only a hint of lechery, ��and mind your teeth, or the next blow will break your jaw.�

Karin tried to turn her head away, to no avail. She refused to do this! There was no way she would allow this! This was not part of their deal. Aizen gave her a moment to comply, but when she refused to open her mouth, he sighed and roughly tightened his fingers. It felt as if he was trying to rip her hair out by its roots! She gasped involuntarily and when her lips parted, the tyrant took the opportunity to drive his cock deeply between them. She frantically strove to push him away, but all she accomplished was bruising her scalp and earning a sharp crack to her rear from his sheathed Zanpakuto. Tears streamed down her face and she struggled to breathe as he began to thrust, occasionally letting out a deep, gratified sigh.

She eventually ran out of strength to resist him, and went limp, letting him use her mouth as he willed. Forcing herself to calm down and to regulate her breathing before she ended up hyperventilating. Karin was no stranger to performing oral sex, but she�d always done so on her own terms, usually reserving it as a reward for the times that Grimmjow had done something extraordinary to please her.

�That�s a good girl.� To add insult to injury, he patted her head with his free hand after she ceased struggling, as if she was some sort of dog.

It was hard to keep from gagging and bringing up the lunch she�d just eaten as he raped her mouth. To her shame, saliva ran down her chin and he made appreciative noises every time his actions forced her to swallow before she could choke on it or puke. Karin also had no idea how long the ordeal went on, but when his hips sped up and his shaft started pulsing with the threat of release, he finally pulled away from her. She coughed and wiped her face the best she could before he jerked her to her feet, spun her around and bent her over the table.

�Get off of me!� she protested in a raspy voice.

�I think not. Remember, Karin-chan, that you are mine. I will take you when and where I please.�

Aizen kicked her legs apart so that he could stand between them. Karin felt his fingers tear into the silk obi at her waist and soon her yukata was nothing more than a mass of ruined fabric on the floor beneath the table. One of his hands reached around her torso to grab a breast and squeeze it brutally. �Beautiful,� she heard him murmur, leaving more finger shaped bruises next to the ones already there from the previous nights, giving each of her breasts the same harsh treatment. �I can�t wait to see how much they will swell when you are with child,� he informed her before moving his palm down to a spot just below her navel, �and this as well, of course.�

Karin cried out in pain as he lifted her with the hand on her belly and rammed into her unprepared and already sore entrance. She thrashed weakly, trying in vain to escape the intrusion. With his greater weight, her tormentor proceeded to piston into her with short, sharp strokes that kept her pinned in place. He didn�t care how much he was hurting her and while the saliva coating his shaft helped ease things, it wasn�t enough to keep the act from adding to her pain.

Fortunately, her previous �efforts� meant he was close to release, cutting down on the time it took for him to reach completion. Karin felt him stiffen suddenly behind her and press his hips hard against her bottom. One second later, the hard length rubbing her abused channel swelled and throbbed as it released its cargo into her body. Tears still trickled down the sides of her face, but she managed to keep from sobbing aloud, doing what she could to hide them. The agony subsided once he stopped moving, replaced by the sting of his cum coating her roughened vaginal walls.

He left himself inside of her as he slowly regained his post-coital composure, running his palms over her bare bottom and the purple and yellow bruises on either hip.

�Mmm, you are delectable, Karin-chan,� he whispered into her ear, finally lifting his weight off of her and letting her go. She heard a squelching sound as his softening cock fell from her. Then, thankfully, he moved away.

Karin scrambled from the table as fast as her numb lower half could move and pulled what was left of her yukata tight to her body. A small stream of cum dribbled down the insides of legs, adding to her humiliation. She furiously wiped the tears away with the back of her free hand and did her best to retreat while he used his napkin to clean himself up. Once he�d made himself presentable, Aizen tossed the napkin on the tabletop and made his way towards the door to the hall, not even bothering to look back at her, though he did pause once he reached the threshold.

�I shall see you tonight at dinner. Have a good afternoon.�

Karin waited until she heard the door to her room close, accompanied by the tingle of her shield, before she rushed to the bathroom. Her first act involved grabbing the toothbrush and toothpaste in the otherwise empty medicine cabinet. Her second act was to turn on the shower tap. It barely had a chance to get going before she stepped under the spray, set her toothbrush on the small shelf that held her soap and began frantically scrubbing at her nether regions, trying to clean as much of his filth out of her as she could.

�I�m going to have to get Unohana to take a look this evening. All this chafing� it even hurts to walk!� Karin thought to herself, eyes scrunching shut as the hot water hit her abused vulva.

It had gotten to the point where even going to the bathroom burned and soap just made the pain worse. Giving up, she opened up her jaw underneath the spray and took in enough water to swish and spit. Then she made use of the toothbrush and a very large dollop of minted paste. She spent the next fifteen minutes vigorously brushing her teeth and tongue. Through it all, she tried to keep from bursting into a fresh round of tears. Crying would only wear her out, even more than she was now, and it wouldn�t change anything about her current circumstances. It would also be hard to hide red-rimmed eyes from Vindula, who could be on her way back any minute.

What had she been thinking? How could she have believed she could ever endure this? Would she have remained behind as bait if she had any idea about how hard this was going to be? Kami help her, she�d been incredibly naïve. She had expected to have to share Aizen�s bed, but she hadn�t really thought about how he might force her to service him. She�d envisioned simply laying there while he took her, in the same unfeeling, utilitarian way he took his wife. Karin never anticipated he would find her attractive for reasons other than her bloodline. He�d shown no sexual interest in her before. Instead, his eyes had always been on Szayel. Then again, he�d never seen her unclothed until recently. To her disgust, what he saw clearly pleased him and Szayel was no longer around for him to torture in his preferred manner.

�Karin-sama?�

Gin�s voice called to her as he joined her in the bathroom.

�I am fine,� she lied, forcing herself to turn the shower off before stepping out.

Gin, his eyes downcast and saddened, waited for her with a big fluffy towel in hand. Without a word, she let him wrap it around her shoulders before he gently propelled her back to her bedroom. He indicated that she should sit in front of the vanity. Karin knew she was suffering from a post-adrenaline low and it was hard not to give in to drowsiness.

Deft fingers unwound the ruined braid before she felt a comb�s teeth graze her scalp. Gin carefully ran the implement through what was left of her morning hairstyle, freeing the wet, dark lengths. Her hair fell in waves down her shoulders thanks to the hours it spent braided while wet. As always, she found the movements of his fingers soothing, especially when he began to massage her scalp gently.

When she was half-asleep, he braided her hair once more and led her to the bed, tucking her between the sheets with no argument on her part. Perhaps he did something to her with Kido, because the next thing she knew, her room was full of evening shadows. She lay there, trying not to think about Aizen�s latest violation, until Vindula and Abisara came into her room to fetch her for dinner.

The evening meal was no different from the one from the night before, with the table and food laid out before she arrived. She remained silent as the twins answered Aizen�s questions regarding their day. Vindula sweetly asked Aizen if she could go to the market in the morning with Gin. Apparently, the girl had heard that a new shipment of flowers had arrived and she wanted to go through them to see what she could find. With it being such a hot, early spring, the merchants offering gardening supplies and bedding plants were making a killing, getting a jump-start on their seasonal profits.

Aizen gave Vindula his permission, which meant Karin would again spend the morning alone, as Gin would be out and Abisara would be at the 4^th Division. Unohana had quietly informed the table that her Division planned to test all the female officers Claimed after Aizen�s new declaration as well as the female Arrancar who had Claimed a second male �pet� before clearing them to start taking birth control pills. The latter depended on whether their new Masters let them or in the case of the female Arrancar, if they wanted to begin using the pills.

�At least the healers learned condom use doesn�t impede casting a Claim,� she thought with some small amount of relief �And even better to hear that many of them are willing to use them, or at least, the ones with children already on the way. I can�t say it would be a good thing to have two women pregnant at the same time.�

It probably shouldn�t have surprised her to learn, thanks to Unohana and Abisara, that a majority of the Arrancar males had picked other males to Claim this time around. While most Shinigami and the few humans residing in the Seireitei viewed all Claims as �sexual� in nature, most Hollows viewed �one-way� Claims far differently. From what she recalled of Starrk�s explanation so many years ago, Hollows used such lop-sided bonds for forced companionship and enslavement, or as a way to build up one�s pack for protection. Therefore, the stronger Hollow would only refresh the Claim on the weaker when it began to wear off, rather than repeatedly indulging in it for pleasure�s sake, or for the sake of creating a cub.

There was also the issue of gender imbalance. There weren�t many females at the higher levels of Hollow evolution. That fact made true Mating Claims between relative equals hard to come by and therefore male-on-male Claims were relatively common. Apparently, Karin thought as she picked at her dinner, one took what one could get, even if one would have favoured a female. The only two examples she�d seen of male Arrancar who preferred males were Yammy and Barragan. She hoped for that the Numeros would prove to be less brutal with their new slaves than those two Espada.

She found what Aizen had done reprehensible, but at least this time he hadn�t allowed his troops to go wild. Word had gotten out and this time, the citizenry and the rest of the un-Claimed Shinigami knew what was coming. Karin was willing to bet that most of the Numeros interested in using their second Claim had already been scoping out prospective �pets� for years, in case they grew bored with or lost the �pet� they already had. The license to take more than one proverbial cookie from the jar must have thrilled the Numeros, as well as shored up support for the bastard.

Aizen excused himself after dinner, leaving them at the table as he went to deal with something he deemed important enough to see to personally. While Gin cleared the dishes, Karin weighed her options regarding her physical condition. In the end, she decided she couldn�t put it off any longer and reached out to place a hand on Gin�s sleeve when he reached for her plate.

�Gin, can you see the two urchins off to bed please?� she asked quietly. The silver-haired man paused and then bowed as best he could with an armload of tableware.

�Sure thing,� he agreed.

�You aren�t going to tuck us in? Vindula asked sadly, absently rubbing her fingertips together, as if they itched or hurt. The small movements were new, a nervous habit the girl seemed to have picked up since coming to the Palace. Was it an unconscious expression of worry, considering the extraordinary circumstances? As much as the adults around her and her brother tried to keep the truth concealed, Vindula was still a sensitive child and it wasn�t inconceivable that she�d somehow picked up on her sibling�s and Karin�s uneasiness.

�I will, but I need to talk to Unohana-san for a bit. I�ll be along after you�ve both had your baths. Will that be alright?�

She offered the young girl a conciliatory smile. She bit her lip, but then shrugged and scooted her chair away from the table.

�Okay. Come on Abisara-kun!� Vindula called, racing away.

�I�m coming,� he muttered as both he and Gin trailed in her wake, leaving Karin alone with Unohana. The older woman rose from her seat and regarded Karin with concern.

�Are you well?� she began, and then stopped when she saw Karin carefully get out of her chair, cringing as she did so. Unohana was immediately at her elbow, concern morphing into alarm.

�Aizen� is not being that gentle, and it�s really starting to hurt. Can I get you to take a look please?� she requested, embarrassment at even having to ask for help staining her cheeks. Thankfully, Unohana�s professionalism took over at that point and she placed one hand under Karin�s forearm.

�Of course. Do you wish to do so in my quarters or yours?� Unohana inquired.

�Yours. The twins are next door and I promised Vindula I would tuck her in,� Karin replied. The distance to Unohana�s rooms was also shorter and the walk there would hurt less.

She followed Unohana to her quarters, removing her clothing before lying down on the couch. The Taichou sat down at the far end, carefully manipulating Karin�s legs apart to get a better look at the damage. The healer winced as she gently probed the red, inflamed area between them with skilled hands, trying not to hurt Karin. Karin, in turn, twitched in pain, but she didn�t complain. The frown on the other woman�s face deepened. When she�d finished with the examination, Unohana retreated to wash her hands while her fellow captive redressed. Returning to the sofa, the Shinigami folded her hands in her lap and fixed Karin with a look that told her she needed to be entirely truthful in her answers.

�Are you using no form of lubrication?�

�I refuse to let Gin� no, I guess I�m not.�

She did her best not to meet the healer�s knowing gaze, since it didn�t really matter. It wasn�t as if the Shinigami couldn�t see the evidence of her husband�s rough handling for herself.

�I see.�

Unohana sighed and she scowled. �He hasn�t torn you yet, but your entire vulva is abraded and you�ve several deep bruises in various spots on both your body and your genitals, of which I�m certain you�re aware. The friction burns on your inner thighs worry me the most. If this goes on much longer, it�s very likely you�ll end up with an infection.�

The healer got to her feet and moved over to one of her cabinets, opening it swiftly and reaching within it. She returned with a bottle and a jar, one of which looked ironically familiar. Having used it on Szayel many times, Karin figured that she ought to know the distinctive shape of the container that held the special healing cream. Unohana placed the jar in her hand.

�Apply this twice daily to bring down the inflammation and heal the abrasions and friction burns. The bruises will have to fade on their own, I�m afraid.� She then held up the other, smaller bottle. �This one is a water-based lubricant. Do your best to prepare yourself beforehand with this, so you won�t incur any further injuries. As for these,� she said quietly, gesturing towards Karin�s inner thighs, �I�ll ask Gin to supply you with some talcum powder to cut down on the chafing. Once your skin is back to normal, I would dust the areas with it and keep applying it throughout the day.�

Karin tried to take the second bottle, but Unohana didn�t let go of it. That forced Karin to meet the woman�s eyes. When the older woman spoke again, her tone was softer, pitched lower and sounded almost like a plea.

�I know you are trying to be strong, Karin, but please do this. Being stubborn will only result in further hurt on your part. Taking steps to minimize your pain and discomfort, especially if it denies Aizen the pleasure of seeing you in such a state, isn�t the same as surrendering or giving up.�

Karin swallowed, keeping a lid on an errant sob that wanted to work its way out of her throat.

�How do you stand it?� she finally asked, her own voice dropping to a ragged whisper.

Unohana gave her another one of those sad, enigmatic looks and the hand holding the bottle disengaged, only to cover hers. The healer�s fingers were still overly warm from the hot water she�d used to wash and some of heat seeped into Karin�s digits, easing the ache in them.

�Like all of the Taichou, the lives of my Division are forfeit if I refuse him anything, or take any action against him. He will start with the least powerful, unseated members and work his way up to my Fukutaichou, should I think to rebel or flee. What few understand is that if the 4^th Division falls, their absence would cripple the other Divisions��

�� and that would undermine what little stability remains between the Realms,� Karin realized, filling in what Unohana left unsaid with the obvious. It was the sort of thing that made absolutely no sense to the human woman.

�That�s insane! He�d never follow through with such a threat! Not with all of the battles��

Unohana held up her free hand to stop Karin in mid-sentence.

�He�s defeated the Swarm, the attacks have ceased and despite the number of hybrid pregnancies we have on our hands, one could make the argument that we don�t need an entire Division to see to the eventual deliveries.�

In that moment Unohana�s usual �in control� mask slipped and she appeared far wearier than she�d ever let on. It was the brief flicker of despair that Karin saw in the depths of the older woman�s eyes that made her suck in her breath. After all, she�d only been subject to �Kami�s� whims for a week, whereas Unohana had been forced to do Aizen�s bidding for much longer and she could only think of one other person with whom the healer might commiserate.

The short display of vulnerability disappeared as quickly as it emerged.

�My husband is desperate to regain the Throne. At the moment, he has little to lose by using what leverage he has to force me into his bed twice a day in an attempt to gain an Heir. I �stand it� because I will give him no reason to take out his frustrations on my subordinates� or anyone else he sees fit to use against me.�

Karin�s turmoil must have shown on her face, because Unohana�s expression turned grave.

�Karin-chan, in a fair fight between Aizen and myself, I might hold my own against him for a time, given recent events. In the end, unfortunately, Kyoka Suigetsu and the Hogyoku would be the deciding factors. I would fall and my Division would fall with me. The Realms would shortly follow. As a Shinigami, I must do everything in my power to make certain that doesn�t happen, even if it means sacrificing my freedom and my body.�

�Why would he endanger them that way?� Karin protested, before the shorter woman squeezed her fingers and let go of her hand, relinquishing the bottle of lubricant as she did so.

�Because he believes that his power gives him the right to do what he wants, when he wants, how he wants and with whom. At the moment, nothing matters more to him than impregnating one of us. I endure because I have those for whom I need to live� as do you. However, you�ve no need to fulfil Aizen�s desire to see you suffer. You can take steps to deny him that much, if nothing else. The bathroom is through there, if you need to use it.�

Truly, Karin had no idea what to say to this, even as she took the healer�s hint and went to apply the healing cream. Everything he�d done to her he�d probably done to Unohana as well, at some point in the last fifteen years. If anyone knew how to cope with Aizen�s abuse and rough treatment, it would be her. Unohana was also right in that Aizen took great enjoyment from every small expression of pain she made. Karin silently vowed to make liberal use of the lubricant before Aizen could touch her tonight.

The healing cream stung when she smoothed it over the worst of her abrasions and her irritated flesh. Thankfully, it didn�t take long before its painkilling properties kicked in. Karin wondered how much Szayel charged for a jar of the stuff, because its efficacy made it worth its weight in gold. Once she�d treated herself and tucked both bottles into her yukata, she ducked out of Unohana�s chambers and opened the door to the twins� room, only to find Gin about to do the same from the other side of the door. He immediately bowed to her and let her pass, before hurrying through and closing it behind him. Karin chose not to think about what he was required to do for Unohana at this point in the evening and chose, instead, to focus on the children. Abisara and Vindula, freshly bathed, were in bed. The first was busy leafing through what looked like reports while the second had a small frown on her face, rubbing the pads of her fingers together and staring down at her hands, as if worried or impatient about something. A thick, gilt-edged book lay on the covers next to her and Karin recognized it as a collection of European fairy tales. Both of them looked up as she entered and she smiled at them. Vindula brightened visibly when she saw Karin.

�I see you are ready for me.�

�All ready to be tucked in,� Vindula assured her, her wings buzzing lightly and shimmering in the pool of light cast by the lantern on the nightstand. �Umm, I was kind of hoping that you could read to me tonight?� Vindula asked, and then hesitated, biting her lip. �Usually �Ji-ji reads us stories, but he�s not here.�

Karin caught a trace of unshed tears at the corner of the girl�s eyes and couldn�t help but feel a small pang in her heart. There was a good chance Vindula would never see Renji again, nor fall asleep to the deep timbre of his voice as he acted out the characters in the stories for her. Blinking back a sudden rush of saltwater herself, Karin agreed to read a few stories to her. Vindula�s happy smile seemed reward enough and she immediately asked for the story about the mermaid as Karin drew the blankets up, mindful of the little girl�s delicate wings.

She picked up the book and sat on the edge of the bed, considering the tome wistfully. When was the last time she had read a children�s book aloud? Ajuga had quickly grown out of �story time� and had never really been into children�s stories in the first place. She laid some of the blame for that squarely on her mate, if only because Grimmjow had a tendency to �amend� the stories to include far more bloodshed than was really necessary. If memory served, the story of Rapunzel did not include an evisceration�

�I am not as good at this as Renji is, so bear with me,� she warned, finding the requested story.

�That�s okay, not even Papa is as good as �ji-ji,� Vindula quickly assured her, �but I still like it when he reads.�

�Probably because you see so little of him that any attention seems special,� Karin couldn�t help but think sadly.

Szayel, for all that he loved his children, didn�t have nearly enough time in the day to spend with them, thanks to Aizen�s constant hounding. That thought almost caused a fresh round of tears, so she pulled herself together and flipped through the book to find the story Vindula wanted. It was one she obviously loved, if the pressed amaryllis she found the child using as a bookmark was any indication.

�Careful with that!�

Vindula took the dried flower from her hands, with an almost reverent touch. �It was a gift from Yumi-san,� she explained, setting it down gently on the nightstand beside her futon before cuddling under the blankets and turning her big, soulful golden eyes on her storyteller.

Finding the top of the page, Karin began to read. While it looked like Abisara was still going through his own papers, she could tell the boy was listening in. Obviously, he still enjoyed a good fairy tale too. For all of his preternatural intelligence, he was still a little boy at heart.

She�d finished the one about the mermaid and read halfway through a story about an emperor and a nightingale when she heard a soft knocking on the door. Gin subsequently poked his head into the room and Karin stopped reading long enough to notice the children had nodded off. She sighed and brushed her hand over Vindula�s messy curls, smiling down at the two. Abisara clutched his sheets of papers beneath his chin and the second had her arms tightly wound around a stuffed toy caterpillar. Placing the dried amaryllis back in the book, she put it down on the dresser and then tucked Abisara under the covers before gathering up his research papers and placing them on the small, child-sized desk next to his bed. She turned the lantern to the lowest setting and slipped out of the room to join Gin in the hallway. If he was here that meant Aizen was probably with his wife, meaning he would be visiting her soon.

�They are ador�ble,� Gin murmured as they walked back to her room.

�Yeah, they are. Kami, I miss Ajuga,� she confessed.

�Me too,� he agreed, sounding as depressed as she felt once she�d left Szayel�s twins.

That was certainly a puzzling statement. To the best of her knowledge, Gin and Ajuga had only met a handful of times. Picking up on her confusion, he came clean to her about Ajuga�s visits. Karin felt a mixture of mortification, amusement, and a couple of other fleeting emotions that passed before she could pin a label on them. She also swore to have a talk to her mate when he got back, because she just knew Grimmjow had to be aware of Ajuga�s little field trips. Gin�s revelation reeked of a father-daughter conspiracy of the highest order.

�I am going to tan that girl�s hide, with her own tail, when I get my hands on her,� she growled. �No offence Gin, I am pleased her visits meant so much to you, but the danger,� she whispered, letting her words trail off into the silence that shrouded her bedroom.

�I know. I should �ave discouraged her, but her visits did a lot ta break tha tedium �round here. Tha food �elped too,� he asserted. �More �n ya know.�

�I understand.�

Her response to his description of her days here was an understatement. After a week in isolation, she was close to going bonkers. Gin obviously needed the clandestine feedings too. Outwardly, he appeared to be little more than skin and bones, with one foot in the grave. Someone with his spiritual pressure needed substance to maintain his body.

They arrived at her room in short order, and with great reluctance, she prepared herself for another long evening on her hands and knees beneath the tyrant. It was embarrassing to stretch and lube her passage with Gin in the room, but he had the decency to stand out on the balcony overlooking the garden and avert his eyes while she stripped, crawled beneath the sheets and followed Unohana�s instructions. Once she put the cap back on the bottle, Gin turned around and entered the room, kneeling beside her bed with his head bowed and his meek expression firmly in place. The silence was unnerving, but she didn�t feel like talking either.

Aizen eventually entered the room, his sleeping yukata open, revealing most of his front half. However, nothing about his well-built physical form attracted her. She didn�t bother looking at him and shivered as the sound of Gin sucking on Aizen reached her ears. Her first thought was that at least it wasn�t her mouth this time, followed quickly by disgust for being thankful for another�s torment. What had followed the noon meal had been an unpleasant affair.

�Karin, look at me,� Aizen ordered smoothly.

Scowling, she did so, trying her best not to look any lower than his chest. The sight of a silver crested head bobbing between Aizen�s thighs turned her stomach. Aizen had a smile on his face, one she desperately wanted to erase with a well-deserved blow.

�Watch,� he commanded. �Your performance at lunch was less than stellar. Gin here knows precisely how I enjoy it, and I can think of no teacher more suited to training you in how to please me than him, save for Szayel.� His smirk changed into a far more predatory expression when he mentioned the Espada. His hand rose and he ran his fingers almost lovingly through Gin�s hair.

Karin stared at him, aghast. She had no desire, whatsoever, to watch Gin work on him, and even less desire to offer him such pleasure. Her face must have showed her disdain, for Aizen laughed at her and used his free hand to gesture down at the despicable scene a few feet below, reminding her he expected her to watch.

Resolutely, she turned her head away to glare at the wall, refusing to comply. A moment later, she let out a pained gasp as his reiatsu lashed at her.

�Karin,� he warned, using the tone of voice a parent would use to bring an errant child to bay. It gave her a shiver, but she still refused to look at him. �Watch!�

�I am not going to watch this, Aizen!� she hissed and deliberately looked out towards the balcony. �I have no desire to learn anything about your sick sexual desires, mostly because I�ve had to fix people after a session with you. Just rape me already and get it over with so I can go to bed!�

Aizen�s anger rolled off of him in waves that caused her to flinch despite herself. Gin let out a sharp cry of pain and she heard his body impact with what she presumed was the dresser. A sharp �crack� accompanied the sound, and to her horror, she recognized it as the snapping of bone. Gin�s whimpers and the rushing sound of her quickening pulse formed an awful tune in her head as she realized she was in real danger and that she might have miscalculated.

Then Aizen was on her. He tore the blankets from her and harshly jerked her over to her stomach before he abruptly thrust into her. She let out a gasp as his hands cruelly dug into her hips, leaving more red marks that would later turn into bruises. The preparation she had done with the lubricant paid off as he slipped into her slicked and stretched passageway. If she had any doubts as to whether or not he enjoyed watching her writhe in pain, they vanished, as the ease with which he moved in her seemed to infuriate rather than satisfy him. He grasped her waist and pounded sharply into her body a few dozen times before abruptly pulling out. Her confusion at the action turned to terror as she felt the head of his cock probing at a different entrance, one she�d never allowed anyone to use.

�What are you�?�

A sharp, excruciating sensation transformed Karin�s fearful query into a scream as he forced his way into her ass. She clawed frantically at the sheets and bed, trying to get away from him. He was far too strong and Aizen held her easily in place as he savagely and unrepentantly pounded into her, tearing her delicate insides. Blood quickly started to trickle down her thighs. The force with which he slammed into her radiated out from the point of impact, making her limbs shudder and increasing the burning agony.

It hurt, Kami, it hurt and Karin couldn�t help the tremendous sobs this new form of abuse wrung from her. Soon the sheets into which he�d shoved her face became soaked with her tears, just as the bedding below her knees turned a dappled red from falling droplets of blood.

She had no idea how long he prolonged the trauma, but at some point the agony faded and she knew she was slipping into shock. He must have sensed it as well for he stopped before she could retreat into unconsciousness. The hard slap to her left buttock brought her back around.

�Have you learned your lesson, Karin-chan, or will I have to punish you again?� he inquired, his tone falsely sweet.

She didn�t answer, couldn�t answer, but her tear streaked and pain wrenched face must have served as a form of reply, for he pulled out of her bleeding and torn anus before diving back between her nether lips and finishing, sending a torrent of his seed into her womb. He rested against her only briefly before he pulled out and moved away.

�See to it she is tended to and cleaned up. I will return in the morning,� Aizen snapped at the man huddled in a ball near the dresser before briskly strolling from the room. Karin curled up after he�d retreated. It took a minute, but Gin eventually crawled over to the bed.

�Can ya stand, Karin?�

His voice was weak but urgent, and she eventually found the strength to turn her head to the side. Blinking back the tears that obscured her vision, Karin saw his pale, trembling body leaning against the mattress. His hand dangled at an odd angle from his wrist and his face had an ashen, waxy cast to it as he gripped his forearm just below the break. She tried to move and ended up crying out as bolts of pain shot up her back from her battered tailbone. Her legs were wet with cum, lube and blood and she wondered if Gin wasn�t the only one with serious injuries. From the resigned look on the other�s face, she guessed that this wasn�t the first time Aizen had broken one of Gin�s bones.

�Gin,� she called softly. Even attempting to raise her voice hurt. �Are you alright?� Karin squirmed her way towards him, her movements limited by what Aizen had done to her pelvis.

�Fine,� he lied, panting a bit. �Ya?�

�I�ll live,� she responded and offered him a pathetic smile that quickly faded.

�Rest, I�ll get Unohana-sama.�

�No, I will.�

Still dazed, Karin tried to rise from her bed, only sob and fall back down. For some reason, her legs didn�t want to work and fresh blood rushed to stain the sheets below her hips. Gin made a face when he saw this and shook his head vigorously, his hair swishing around his shoulders.

�Stay there. Nothin� wrong wi� ma legs,� he told her. He gave her a wobbly smile before rising to his feet, cradling his broken wrist to his chest.

Karin watched as Gin staggered briefly before regaining his balance and walking out of the room. If his equilibrium was off, it meant that he�d also hit his head when Aizen had thrown him into the bureau. She finally let her fingers travel south to appraise the damage. They came back wet with bright red blood, her blood. Probing the area caused her to let out sharp hisses before giving up. No wonder Szayel and Byakuya were such a mess. She had never felt anything like that before and had never really considered how horrible such a thing was, and she unfortunately knew that Yammy was far larger than Aizen, thanks to accidentally walking in on him in the midst of abusing Byakuya. How had the Kuchiki noble survived years of this? Why the hell would anyone want to take it up the back door? She definitely had a new appreciation for what every male Shinigami forcibly Claimed by a male Arrancar had suffered.

Gin returned, his arm held tight to his body and carrying a steaming bucket of water in his good arm. Unfortunately, he also returned alone.

�Where is Unohana?� she asked worriedly.

�Na in �er chambers.� He set the bucket of water down beside the bed before sitting down beside her. �She was prob�ly called fer an emergency,� he added when he saw worry steal across Karin�s face. Since Gin could still track and feel reiatsu, she took his word for it. Despite the lancing pain that made her head spin and her grip on consciousness waver, she forced herself to kneel beside him and reached for his broken wrist.

�Karin,� he protested before she �shushed� him and glared down at his arm. .

�My wounds aren�t as bad as yours,� she declared, not certain if that was true but willing to try denial if it helped them both get through the aftermath. �Let me bind your wrist. Then we can see to me. I am not going to bleed to death in the next few minutes,� she insisted, her voice firm as she tried to summon up some false confidence.

He looked about ready to object, but paused and then nodded instead. Doing her best to ignore her injuries, she took his broken wrist into her hands and did what she could to bind it. She tore at the soiled top sheet to create strips of fabric while Gin splintered one of the hard-backed chairs against the stone foundation of the balcony outside. The fragments from one of its legs served as material for a makeshift splint. Once she�d seen to setting his wrist, Karin reluctantly lay on her stomach and let Gin tend to her in turn.

She had to resort to biting down on a chunk of chair leg, wrapped in more of the shredded bed sheet to keep from screaming when Gin cleaned and dressed her ripped passage. He had to use several scoops of the healing cream Unohana had given her. Karin found the whole process mortifying, painful and wrong, but it needed doing. She only hoped that the stuff had antibiotic properties, considering the wounds. Aizen�s method of punishment, followed by the rape, meant she was at risk of a serious infection.

How many times, she speculated as she drifted in and out of the haze that had taken up residence in her head, had Nemu done the same for Szayel after Aizen finished torturing him? The only difference between she and Szayel at this point was that she had no Heirro to help mitigate the physical damage, nor did she have the increased healing factor of an Arrancar. Szayel�s cream was the only thing she had to counter what Aizen would continue to do to her and Karin discovered that it wasn�t nearly enough.

It wasn�t until the early hours of the morning that she felt her �alarm� go off. Gin was gone, but he�d thankfully seen to a change of sheets. He�d piled the unused remains of the chair atop the ruined, bloodstained bedding and placed the bundle in a corner by the door, for disposal in the morning. Looking up from the spot where she�d collapsed, she half-expected to find Aizen looming over her, ready for another brutal round. Instead, Unohana stood in the doorway, still wearing both her Taichou�s haori and for once, a horrified expression. She immediately went to Karin, her hands filled with healing Kido and for the first time in days, the human woman felt all of the pain below her waist disappear.

�Gin?� she mumbled blearily, and Unohana sighed deeply. Her reply was just as soft, pitched low so that only the two of them could hear it.

�Who do you think sent me? I�ve dealt with his wrist, but told him to keep the splint on, for show, for the next few weeks. What could have prompted this treatment?�

Karin wanted to laugh but doing so would require energy she simply couldn�t spare right now. Nor did she have an answer, other than to murmur �because he�s Aizen� back to the healer as she knit the human woman�s maltreated body back together.

Later that morning, when Aizen came to her and ordered her to please him with her lips and mouth before he went to his office, Karin reluctantly did so. She found kneeling before Aizen disgusting, but doing so hurt far less than the ugly alternative he�d shown her yesterday evening. When his shaft started to twitch warningly against her tongue, he pulled her up by her hair in the same manner he had the previous day, flipped her around, shove the hem of her yukata up and plunged into her. He rode her for half-a-dozen strokes before cumming in her depths with a very pleased groan.

He stepped away from her after his convulsions ended and walked away with nothing more than a satisfied, triumphant smirk, leaving her abused body kneeling at the foot of her futon. She remained there, eyes wide and unseeing until Gin came to lead her wordlessly into the bathroom. Karin sank to her knees on the tiled floor beneath the spray while he tried to deal with the mess her room had become.

Only when the servant had gone did she finally break down and begin crying in earnest, crouching under the rushing water and wishing she could dissolve and escape down the drain with it. If denying Aizen his �fun� was the small victory that Unohana claimed, why then did Karin feel as if she�d gained nothing from doing so?

Where Unohana is will be explained next Chapter. Don�t worry my dears, there will not be a lot o this type of crap, in fact, the story is coming in on it�s close. However, I can�t just skip over the shit Aizen will pull, and as you all know by now, I am not shy to go to the dark places. I honestly don�t think there are many dark scenes left at this point. Maybe one more when I think about it, but I would need to scroll through the next 400+ pages to be absolutely certain.

I am thinking the week of daily updates is going to be a go when I hit that section of the story. So far it�s looking good. When we get to the final battle I may do two updates a week, depending on if the epilogues are compete or not. That is where Blackfox and I are currently working. There are a lot of loose ends to tie off. I am thinking the whole thing will be about 1600 pages when completed. The chapters seem to be getting longer too so I am not sure we will see the 100+ chapters we did with part 1, even though the page count is already higher. I don�t number my chapter so I honestly have no idea how many there are.

DarkStar: Aizen�s demise will stun you all and I assure you no one will see it coming. That is all I am willing to say on the matter.
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