Breaking the Hornet

Soifon woke the next morning, sore and exhausted, to find that Kisuke had already left Soul Society, and (more distressing) he'd taken the (her) collar with him.

The loss of it made Soifon apprehensive, even as the Captain wondered exactly why she was still letting herself get swept up in this... strange series of events. The collar shouldn't have mattered. And yet, she felt empty, lesser without the knowledge that the constricting, studded strip of black leather was there after only wearing it for two days.

Looking around briefly, Soifon found a small folded piece of paper, and opened it up to read the brief message scrawled across it.

Urahara Shoten, 7 PM.

P.S.: Wear something nice.

And then she suddenly remembered. Today was Day Seven. The last day of the wager with Kisuke.

Tonight, it would all be over.

---

The day passed in a haze. Soifon vaguely recalled suspicious glances, whispering around Soul Society, none of the other Captains meeting her with more than looks of distaste or disbelief-- somehow, none of it bothered her.

All that mattered was tonight, and by the time she arrived at the Urahara Shoten at precisely 7 PM, aside from her signature hoop-capped twin braids, no one would have recognized her.

Soifon was wearing a long chinese-style dress-- deep red and trimmed with gold stitching-- that left her arms uncovered and had a waist-high slit down the side that left her stocking-clad legs plainly visible.

She'd never worn a dress. Not even for Yoruichi. But she had the strong feeling Kisuke would accept nothing less from her.

Nevermind that the thought of him pinning her down in this and ripping it off... was undeniably an enticing one.

She knocked once, and Kisuke had opened the door before she could do so a second time. He wore only his simple green robes and slacks, but just being in his presence was enough to make her chest tighten, her pussy quiver. Soifon waited, some part of her excited to hear him call her--

"Well, right on time, Soifon-san! And aren't you a vision!"

At that, Soifon froze. He'd called her by her proper name, for the first time in nearly a week-- and it disappointed her.

"Don't be shy now," Kisuke smiled, pulling her inside. "Yoruichi'll be here soon, and I'm sure you'll want to...well, enjoy your 'winnings'..."

"Wh...What?" Soifon knew she should be glad, if this really was the end... but...

"Well, you won the bet, of course! I just invited you here for a celebratory dinner, is all. To be honest," the shopkeeper chuckled, "I really didn't think you'd stick it out for even four days. But you even went along with the whole 'slave' thing like a real pro! I'm a man who knows when he's lost a bet, and this is all just my way of... apologizing, as it were."

Soifon stared as Kisuke indicated a low table, lined from end to end with candles and expensive delicacies. She should be happy. She'd won. Yoruichi was all hers.

But she wasn't.

"...Something on your mind, Soifon-san?" Kisuke inquired, concern in his voice.

And her mind was indeed busy. She'd constructed a million scenarios for what Kisuke could do to her, what he might want on his last night with her as his obedient slave (the word, even now, made her breath quicken)... but they'd all evaporated into thin air.

"N-nothing," she answered quietly.

---

Kisuke kept assuring her that Yoruichi would be here soon, but at least an hour seemed to pass as he and Soifon ate in candlelit silence. She was agitated, swallowing down her food with furtive glances across the table, at the man who'd made her call him 'Master' for the last six days and now didn't care at all that she was there.

Soifon had no doubt the meal was delicious, but the exquisitely cut fish on her plate tasted like cardboard in her dry mouth. She'd done this for Yoruichi. For someone she loved. But now... she didn't know what she wanted.

No. That was a lie. She knew exactly what she wanted, and it shamed her to admit it. She wanted Kisuke to throw her onto the table, fuck her throat before spanking her hard... wanted him to call her 'Slave' again... wanted... oh gods she didn't want to win. Not at all. Everything about her life, so neat and clear barely a week before, was a confusing, muddled, suffocating mess now.

"I-I need the bathroom," she whispered moments before practically running to the small room adjacent to the dining table.

She didn't notice the small smile playing on Kisuke's lips as he quietly drank his sake.

---

The water Soifon splashed on her face did nothing to still the liquid fire flowing through her veins, the overwhelming ache to be touched and hurt and dominated and fucked.

Kisuke had been right. About everything. She wanted him to be her Master again, wanted to be completely honest about what she really was...

And then she saw it. The collar-- her collar-- laying innocuously on the marble countertop near the faucet. A shiver went through the once-proud Captain as she picked the strip of leather up, a trembling moan sliding out of her throat while she grazed each little silver stud with her thumb.

All she could think about was how much she wanted to feel that around her neck once more. About the things Kisuke had done to her when she'd worn it.

Without thinking at all-- desperate for the feel of the constricting leather again-- Soifon looped it around her neck and clasped it tight in barely a second flat.

And suddenly her mind went completely, utterly, wonderfully blank, once and for all. She collapsed on the floor with barely a sound, her breathing steady, eyes foggy and unfocused, not a single thought bouncing around inside her head.

And then he spoke.

"...Come here, Slave."

"Yes, Master."

Without even thinking it, Soifon had answered. Without moving her body, she found herself on her feet, through the door, and before Kisuke again. There was no processing between what he ordered and the instantaneous speed with which she simply did, not an iota of conscious effort on her part.

He had simply commanded, and she'd obeyed. And when she obeyed, her pussy and clit and ass and every sensitive spot on her body seemed to tremble just right.

Soifon felt every inch of her ache to kneel reverently before Kisuke.
No, not Kisuke.

Master.

So she did, her body practically flush with the floor as she groveled without the slightest bit of shame.

"...What do you desire of me, Master?" At that, Kisuke chuckled aloud, but Soifon didn't move an inch.

"So, you found the collar, did you Slave?" He smiled while standing up, gazing down at the completely broken, obedient girl at his feet.

"Yes, my Master."

"Except what you clearly didn't know is that I've set it to make the wearer completely incapable of resisting their basest desires. Unless, since you're obviously wearing it of your own volition..." At this he bent down and forced Soifon's head up to look at him, "...You're finally, finally being honest with yourself?"

"Yes, my Master."

"...And what is it you want... Slave?"

There was no hesitation, no rationalizing; the very first thought that came to her head simply spilled out of her mouth.

"...I want Master to fuck his Slave like the little slut she is."

And it felt amazing.

"Now then, Slave," Kisuke purred against Soifon's ear, "...stand up."

"Yes, Master." She got to her feet instantly, smiling as the simple act of obedience made her loins shiver with raw delight. It was fantastic-- the collar had wiped away any inch of Soifon that might have still resisted or questioned or hesitated. All that remained was the all-consuming desire to please her Master.

She was a blank slate, existing only for Kisuke to rewrite as he wished. And she loved it.

There was only a moment between when he grabbed the neckline of her elaborate red silk dress and when he ripped it open, shoving a now half-naked Soifon back to the floor while she whimpered with delight at his attentions.

"...Oh Master... please hurt your Slave... oh yessss..."

"First," Kisuke smiled, sitting down next to his writhing new toy, "...I want you to take my clothes off and worship your Master."

Soifon obeyed right away, crawling swiftly to Kisuke before happily peeling his robe off, a moan sliding out from her lips as she took in the sight of his strong arms, his rippling abdominals. Gods, she wanted to feel him inside her right now and didn't care at all where he took her... but what she wanted was irrelevant now. Only Kisuke's pleaure mattered, and driven by pure adoration she began to lick and caress her Master's form, breathing heavily as she lingered at his collarbone and down to his waist, and her breath caught as she felt his throbbing erection, burning hot right next to her cheek...

"Good Slave. And now the pants."

She made no effort to hide her lustful gaze at the sight of Kisuke's hard cock, finally in her hands. And for all his smug dominance of the situation, he couldn't help the sharp intake of breath as Soifon took him into her mouth-- completely of her own desire-- without missing a beat.

She nearly came right then and there, painfully aware of his taste, his scent and heat filling her mouth, obliterating conscious thought as raw pleasure overwhelmed her. She moaned aloud, eyes half-lidded with passion as she began to bob her head back and forth, lavishing Kisuke's glans with her tongue before slowly working her lips and tongue down the shaft, humming with delight as she buried her face in his balls, expertly taking one into her mouth and slurping on it loudly.

Gods, she couldn't get enough of her Master's taste. Soifon hadn't realized how desperately she'd wanted to do this-- to 'thank' his cock for bringing her down from proud dyke to shameless whore-- for showing her what she was truly good for-- that she began subconsciously working her fingers into her sopping-wet cunt, the sounds and sensations of her Master's pleasure providing more than enough of her own.

Or perhaps, subconsciously she'd TRULY wanted him to punish her for daring to touch herself without his permission.

"Bad slave," he smirked before roughly grabbing both sides off her head with his hands, and positioning her swollen red lips on the very tip of his cock.

Soifon didn't need to be told a thing. She simply opened her mouth-- eyes dreamy and tongue extended in a pliant, erotic plea-- before he gripped the back of her head HARD and slammed his rod right down her throat.

The petite shinigami struggled, gagged-- only for a moment before she went obediently limp, hands weakly planted on his powerful thighs for support as he fucked her mouth without pause or mercy. She was absolutely nothing now-- nothing but a sleeve for his dick-- and spirits help her, it was fantastic. Every single time he hit the back of her throat with his cockhead, she nearly orgasmed-- stopping herself only by remembering that her new God was the only one who could grant her that permission.

Which only made it that much harder not to come at all, the reminder of her status as property.

Within moments (not helped at all by Soifon's constant moaning and the way she obediently kept her eyes locked upwards at him), Kisuke grunted, feeling his orgasm approach, and quickly pulled out of Soifon's mouth to spray her face with his cum.

Coated in her Master's sticky white jizm, Soifon was open-mouthed, gasping, tongue hanging out stupidly, eyes glazed over and dilated with carnal hunger. She felt the heat of his cum all over her face, in her hair, dribbling down from her overflowing mouth to splatter across her small breasts and skin.

"...And now, swallow little Slave."

As if she needed further prompting, Soifon at once greedily gulped down the ton of cum that had landed in her open mouth, sloshing it in her mouth, eyes rolling as she clearly savored the taste, finally taking it down with a long, desperate gulp.

"Well, Slave," Kisuke smirked. "Now that you're being honest with yourself, how do you like the taste of my cum?"

"It's... it's heaven," Soifon murmured stupidly, happily unaware that between the collar and the aphrodisiac in Kisuke's jizz, what remained of her former self was being permanently replaced with the slut that now eagerly sucked off her new God's cock without the slightest bit of shame. "It's... sweet and salty and bitter and... Oh Master... please, I... I need more..."

"And what is it... you want, Slave?"

At this, Soifon bent down on her knees-- face down, ass up-- and with trembling, eager hands, reached to pull apart the crack of her ass, the better to properly display herself for her God and Master. Kisuke couldn't help but lick his lips at the pliant display from the woman who, up till a week ago, had never had the slightest desire for a man's cock. Now, the desire ruled her absolutely.

"...P-Please, Master. Please... fuck your slave. P-p-pleeeeassseeeeeee....."

Possessively gripping her hips, grinding his fingers into her pubic bone (which rewarded Kisuke with another of the once proud woman's lustful trembles and pathetic, cooing whimpers of joy), Kisuke positioned his rod directly against her dripping cunt, running the tip in maddening circles from her swollen vulva down to her rock-hard clit, and despite the clear gasps of desperate carnal hunger, Soifon maintained her exact position, presenting herself like a piece of meat for slaughter.

And then Kisuke simply thrust in, all at once, stopped only by hitting her womb, and Soifon howled with pleasure, arching back and slamming her ass against her Master, forcing him as deep as possible. She couldn't help it-- Gods, it had only been a single day since he'd fucked her but it was SO GOOD, EVERY SINGLE TIME.

"...And now, Slave, you have my permission to come as much as you want."

And come she did, undulating and thrusting and spouting unintelligible moans from her gaping, drooling lips.

"Tell me, Slave," Kisuke purred. "It's been a whole week. How do you like my cock now?"

"IS...IS'SO GOOD! S...SOO FUCKING HOT AND H-HARD AND AYEAHHHHHHHOOOOHHHH..."

Soifon came right then and there again, but Kisuke showed no hint of stopping, only pausing long enough to flip the shinigami to her side, straddling a slender leg and using the other as leverage, plowing her even harder than before. Somehow, her moans got louder and more desperate. Oh, he LIKED that.

Tonight, he wasn't going to stop until she broke completely, surrendering what little of Soifon remained and became irrevocably his little sex toy. And having put the collar on of her own volition, she was well on her way there.

"Ahhhh...GODDDDDDDD MASSTERRRR.... YAH-YAH-YOUR C-COHHCCKKK.... YOUR COOOCCCKKKKK... K-KEEEP FUH-FUCKING ME WITH YOUR COCCCKKK...."

"..When did you fall so desperately in love with my dick, little Slave? You certainly seem to enjoy it now..."

Soifon couldn't lie. Not that, having her brains fucked out by a true expert, she could've formed one anyway.

"FAH...FROM THE B-BEGINNING... I...KUH-KEPT C-COMING BACK BE-BECAUSE OF HOW Y-Y-YOU RAPED AND DOH-DOMINAATTEDD MEEEE. T-TRIED TO STOP M-MYSELF BUT... G-GODDDD... N-NEVER FELT MY P-PUSSY... SO WELL-FUCKED BE-BE-BEFORRRE... C-COULDN'T HELP IT... OOOOOHHHH YESSSS, MAH-MAH-MASTER..."

So she'd already lost but had been fighting this whole time. An admirable struggle, he had to admit. But that just made seeing her like this all the sweeter.

He slammed into her one more time, making her orgasm for the third time as he roughly twisted Soifon onto her back, bringing her legs together and over a shoulder, fucking her harder than ever. In this position, he could see everything-- how she desperately gripped the floor, the rising and falling of her small breasts as they jiggled with his brutal thrusts, her face-- still covered in his cum, eyes wide and unfocused, tongue hanging out limply as she howled her passion, her all-consuming lust.

The slight higher pitch of her whimpers, combined with an elated, vacant expression, made it clear that she LOVED her new position, could feel Kisuke's dick with greater clarity that even before.

"Now, then, 'Soifon,'" he smirked mockingly, pulling his dick out of his whimpering, submissive little slut just enough to ensure she granted him her full attention, "...what are you?"

"A...A slave..." Soifon cooed happily, whispering the title with loving, grateful reverence-- nothing like the scorn she'd grudgingly said it with a week before. "A...A slave f-for my God's c-cock..."

With that, he 'rewarded' her by thrusting in HARD, so hard she jerked back, instantly orgasming as she felt his pole smash into her womb. As Soifon groaned elatedly, he pulled back again.

"...What is your only purpose, Slave?"

"Ta...t-t-to be f-fucked by... my God's... muh-magnificent.... cock... anywhere my... my God wants... a...and to h-humbly recieve... h-h-his sweeet, woh-wonderful cummmm..."

"And being... a Captain of Soul Society intersects with the worship of your God, doesn't it?"

"Y-yes..." Soifon whispered, genuinely saddened and shamed. "F-forgive me, Master, I... I know my only worth is... in taking your cock..."

"I forgive you, little Slave. But I order you to immediately resign from your position in exchange. Can't keep me waiting, can we?"

"O-o-ohhhhh... th-thank you, Master!" Soifon declared with genuine happiness, cooing and groaning as her Master continued to plow her into the ground. "I...I will... Ohhhhhh yes I'lll do anything for your cockkkk...."

As she came again, Kisuke promptly pulled out... much to Soifon's initial unhappiness, but it quickly faded when he ordered her to put her legs behind her head and spread her ass with her hands. Without a word, she forced herself into the uncomfortable position, the raw knowledge that he was debasing her, humiliating her, making her expose herself to him like she was nothing...

...Gods. It only made her hotter now. She could feel her own juices dribbling from her twitching cunt and down her belly, pooling in her navel. She had a suspicion of what he intended, but wasn't sure until OH YES... she felt his hands gripping authoritatively on her asscheeks, and the tip of his swollen cock r-right against... her puckered, hungry asshole...

"...Now Slave, tell me... Who's better at fucking you... your Master, or Yoruichi?"

"YOU! Ohhh you my Master! A-ah... Ohhhhh yoouuuuu..."

"Are you sure, Slave?" Kisuke taunted. "Once I fuck your ass... like you've so DESPERATELY been wanting me to... you will be under my control forever. Do you understand?"

"Y-yessss!" Soifon moaned blindly, her entire existence focused only on the tight little asshole that was going to be reamed beautifully in mere seconds...

"So you willingly surrender your romantic feelings for Yoruichi then, to be my little Slave for the rest of your--"

"MASTER, PLEASE JUST FUCK ME! I CAN'T TAKE IT! I CAN ONLY THINK ABOUT HOW FUCKING GOOD YOUR THICK COCK FEELS IN MY ASS! MY ASS BELONGS TO YOU MASTER! MY BODY IS NOTHING WITHOUT YOUR DICK! MASTER, PLEASE!!!"

"...Just wanted to hear you beg properly, little Slave." And with that, Kisuke slammed deep into Soifon's asshole, instantly turning her into a screeching, howling, undulating, orgasming mess as he pounded her butt.

Soifon couldn't talk anymore. There was only pleasure, and so overwhelming she could only vocalize it unintelligibly. When words did come out, only venerations of 'Master' were on her lips, otherwise filled with her own juices as they gushed out of her with every thrust, coating her face and chest until Kisuke finally pulled out with a violent pop, then proceeded to douse her utterly with his cum.

First he sprayed his jizz across her stomach and hips, painting her legs and inner thighs with it. Then he flipped her over, coating her back and ass with another thick layer of cum before pinning her down and promptly slamming back into her asshole to pour another load deep inside the moaning ex-shinigami. Finally, at his own limit, Kisuke pulled her roughly to her knees, forced her mouth open, and came one last time, all over her face and breasts, atop what had already dried there before.

He had marked her, displaying her resolutely as nothing more than a sex object. And she LOVED it. So much so that Soifon came hard, right then and there on her knees, three all at once that sent her, finally, collapsed into a pathetic mess on the floor, soaking in her Master's fluids. Her eyes were rolled back, and her tongue hung out as her body twitched without cease.

"Very good, little Slave," Kisuke finally smiled, pressing his soaking cock to her lips for barely a moment before she greedily wrapped her lips around it, licking off every drop of her Master's cum without the slightest bit of shame. She was truly, finally broken at last.

"Now then," he indicated the cum that still adorned her, and the puddle she now lay in. "...Clean it up, Slave."

Smiling, blissful, licking her lips at the prospect of swallowing so much delicious cum, Soifon immediately began licking herself, first along the arms, then craning down to her breast, desperate for every single drop she could get.

"...Yessss... Master."

---

"Well, well... I guess that answers the question of who won," Yoruichi quipped as she entered the Urahara Shoten to find her Little Bee on top of a reclined Kisuke, completely naked save for a black leather collar on her neck, riding him with shameless abandon and her head thrown back in pleasure.

"Was there ever any doubt?" Kisuke chuckled, then grabbed one of Soifon's braids and yanked back with all his might, making the shinigami drool as her eyes rolled back ecstatically into her head.

"Ahhhh... Ooooohh yesssss Master, h-hurt me mo-Ahhh!-m-moooorrree...."

"I suppose the odds were stacked... heavily in your favor," Yoruichi grinned at the sight, "though she certainly didn't know that. I'd almost feel bad if Soifon clearly wasn't enjoying the results."

Soifon didn't even acknowledge Yoruichi as she got off her Master's cock, then got on her knees to noisily lick him dry.

"Slave," Kisuke smiled, "I want you to stop, sit down, and watch."

"Yes, Master," Soifon eagerly smiled, taking a seat a little ways off, eyes fixed reverently on only her Master and not at Yoruichi, who was busy stripping down to reveal a collar exactly like the one on Soifon's neck.

"Now then, Slave," Kisuke smiled, and somehow there was no mistaking that he meant Yoruichi this time, "...I imagine you've had trouble keeping away from your Master's cock this whole week, haven't you?"

"Y-Yes, my Master," Yoruichi purred, already dripping wet as Kisuke pulled her over him, her vagina mere inches from his length.

"Well... then I think you deserve a reward."

With that he grabbed Yoruichi by her collar and forced her down onto him, making her scream with the same reckless, pathetic desire Soifon had only moments ago. The woman Soifon had idolized for so long had been nothing but Master's cockslave all this time too, no doubt subjected to the same regimen of relentless, brutal fucking.

And all Soifon could wonder was when it would be her turn again.

~The End