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Prize of Victory 2
By : NovaAlexandria
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Suffering

There it was. Her child displayed in a 3D image on the monitor. She could even see its little heart beating away and could watch as the unborn baby sucked on his or her hand. They didn�t know the gender yet, and didn�t want to know. If she didn�t know the gender she couldn�t think up names, never mind that a Hollow�s child gained their name at birth. If the child didn�t have a name, she couldn�t get attached to him or her, and that was something she was afraid to do, especially with the child�s fate so unknown.

At least, Soi Fon thought miserably, that�s what she kept telling herself once Barragan revealed both his anger at her state and what he intended to do about it.

�The child seems to be doing well,� Nemu reported. �He or she is healthy and growing at a rate similar to the one we recorded for Ajuga Jaegerjaquez.�

Soi Fon didn�t answer, but she had no way of doing so. Barragan had burned her throat out with his powers to silence her when her tongue had gotten too sharp and Ggio hadn�t been around to order her silent. She�d been a bit delirious afterwards, but she knew that Barragan punished Ggio for it as well. Yumichika had informed her of it while he�d tended to her.

�Have you been able to keep up a healthy diet?� Nemu asked gently.

�Yes,� Ggio answered for her, then hesitated.

Nemu looked at him and he looked at his boots.

�I�m making sure she gets the supplements and bring her what meals I can. The servants have orders to give her nothing more than water and rice,� he confessed.

Soi Fon felt tears form at the corner of her eyes and she angrily stuffed them back by sheer force of will. What Ggio wasn�t telling them was that he�d been bringing her at least part of his own meals and any stolen scraps he could manage to sneak from the kitchens.

�Barragan is still being an anal old fool, I take it?� Szayel asked unhappily, as he joined them, apparently done with his own work.

A glance over showed her that only Abarai Renji and the twins remained, and they were firmly locked in their own little world, with the redhead arbitrating the latest round of �did not, did so�. Soi Fon nodded in answer, her eyes going back to the image of her baby. She picked up the chalkboard Nemu had provided for her to communicate with, a rather ingenious idea actually and far more convenient than pen and paper.

�He desires the pregnancy terminated, despite Aizen-Kami�s will� she wrote.

�Barragan�s being a short-sighted, stubborn old goat,� Szayel agreed. �Odd though, considering how much of an interest he showed towards Ajuga,� he mused.

�Ajuga is the daughter of an Espada,� Nemu reminded her mate.

�True. Perhaps that isn�t the issue though�� Szayel mused, his gaze sliding from her to Ggio. �Perhaps he is more concerned with shifting loyalties.�

She felt Ggio stiffen beside her. She knew his loyalty to Barragan had dwindled to next to nothing over the years. The once fanatical devotion he�d had for his Espada had been destroyed over years of rape and pain as Barragan turned his lusts to his only surviving fraccion, and poor Yumichika. Unlike Yumichika, who had her, Ggio had had no one to help support him through the pain of betrayal and abuse� at least, not at first. Slowly, both she and Yumichika had brought him into their little circle as his hero-worship twisted and cratered into fear and hopelessness.

She�d never thought that the few, small, kind things she�d done for him over the years when she took pity on him after Barragan had been particularly cruel would turn into adoration and desire . She would never forget the first time he apologized to her for having to refresh her Claim, nor would she forget the time she had caught him and Yumichika plotting together as to the best method to win her affection. That one had definitely answered some of the questions she�d had about the change in his behaviour. At the time, his efforts made little sense to her. He could have simply forced her to submit to him via his Claim on her person, rather than going to the trouble of actually courting her. She�d even asked him about it, in her usual point-blank manner.

His answer had surprised and saddened her a little.

�The Claim is not mine, but Barragan-sama�s. It is something that, even though I cast it, belongs to him. This is something I want that doesn�t belong to him.�

It was a sweet response that touched her with its honesty. Ggio seemed so fervent about pleasing her. He�d told her this when she�d finally relented and let him bring her out on a �date.� Barragan�s orders restricted her wardrobe, but that hadn�t kept him from taking her out of the Estate, into the sunshine and fresh air, to one of the many garden ponds in the 1st District with a picnic basket that practically screamed �Yumichika packed this.�

She hated to admit it, but she had grown rather fond of her effeminate fellow slave. Yumichika had done much for her over the years and the two had become close, so close that he had finally revealed to her why and how he was surviving this nightmare relatively unscathed.

�Long before I met Ikakku, when I was much younger and living alone, my swordsmanship was hardly what it is today. I was taught from a young age how to use a different weapon to keep me safe and earn my daily bread: seduction. The more skilled one is at that art, the better one eats. The better one eats, the prettier one can afford to look. The more beautiful one is, the more one is able to pick and choose their cliental, and more importantly, pick the ones who are less likely to be rough in their intimacy.�

It had apparently taken him a long time to work his way up that confession, but that didn�t mean that being on the top of the prostitute pile, for that was truly what he had been, protected him from those that would take what they wanted, especially in the 79th District. He�d learned it was best to go along, to stay unbeaten and uninjured, because being beaten meant it was harder to get work, and that meant that he�d have to settle for less savoury customers, all of which resulted in a downward spiral.

She�s returned his trust with tales of her own past, although now they seemed so petty compared to what he�d gone through. Still, she�d never shared with anyone else how much Yoruichi leaving her behind had hurt, other than to the woman herself. Yumichika had listened and not judged, and that had helped her lift a lot of that weight off of her shoulders.

�What will you do if Barragan does order you to destroy the child?� Nemu asked, bringing Soi Fon�s thoughts out of historical hell and into the present one.

�I don�t know,� she wrote out, fighting back tears and cursing the hormones that her pregnancy seemed determined to unleash on her body and moods.

She tried not to think about it. She was not sure she would be able to handle watching Barragan slaughter her infant after it was born. She was already suffering nightmares and having a hard time sleeping as she fretted over her unborn child�s fate. She was almost to the emotional point of begging Aizen of all people to do something about it.

�We could request it as an experiment,� Nemu offered. �You do have a frightful reputation.�

�You mean I did. Unfortunately, Karin-sama put an end to that when she demanded that we obey the Code of Ethics from that accursed 4th Division to the letter,� he reminded her and scowled. �And Aizen destroyed what little reputation I had left when he had me announce my servitude to her in front of the entire Arrancar population.�

�Right now, I would sooner be in your shoes,� Ggio grumbled, hands rubbing Soi Fon�s shoulders, trying to get her to relax a little.

�Touché. You are as healthy as can be expected, Soi Fon. Just keep taking those pills we gave you. They will help keep the nutrients in your body at a steady level even if Barragan attempts to starve the child out of you. I will not have that doddering old fool interfere with any of my potential specimens.�

She nodded her head to indicate she understood.

�Now for your turn,� Szayel turned to face Ggio.

�I am fine,� he protested.

�I believe you need to look up the definition of that term, because I don�t think it means what you think it means. Here I had always figured you were one of the more intelligent of Barragan�s fraccion. You have been standing stiffly this entire time and I know, from rather painful personal experience, that the only reason you would be doing so would be if you�d sustained an injury to your back, among other ailments. Now kindly take your mate�s place on this table so Nemu can see to and tend to those wounds. And that�s an order.�

�Technically, you can�t order me,� Ggio grumbled, but he did help Soi Fon off the examination table, wincing heavily as he sat down.

Szayel was right, Ggio�s entire back was a shredded mess, and not all of the damage was fresh. It was Barragan�s solution to prevent them from having a relationship, to make sure that Ggio was too exhausted and in too much pain to even think about cuddling, let alone sex. Soi Fon suspected that Barragan was deliberately trying to make it so that the Claim would fall off, which would result in her execution. She had a feeling that the 2nd Espada no longer found her amusing and he could force anyone on the Estate he had taken for his own to replace her.

She wondered what would happen to her if the Claim fell off and how long she would have to be re-Claimed by another before Aizen put her to death. Who knew, maybe Aizen might even dismiss the whole thing, but she doubted it. Unlike Ukitake, Toshiro or Unohana, she didn�t have a job or a Division holding her here. As much as it would be unpleasant for her to leave Yumichika behind, she would bolt for the Living Realm as quickly as she could to find her old mentor and join the Escapees. Then she would have a long talk with them about what was taking them so damn long to rescue everyone.

Ggio was in far worse shape than she thought as she watched him remove his uniform. His skin was a mottled mix of black, yellow and blue from far too many bruises and the lashes he�d been given decorated not only his back, but his chest and thighs as well. Szayel frowned and started moving the gurney on which Ggio lay to various pieces of equipment. The worse test had to be the X-rays. Soi Fon had never realized how many of his bones had been bruised. Six of his ribs even had half-healed hairline fractures.

�He just refreshed the Claim last week, and those look to be at least several weeks old. He had to have been in a large amount of pain when he recast it,� she realized, shocked and feeling a little guilty.

�You need to rest,� Szayel scowled.

�I wish I could do so, but we both know these injuries are minor, and no excuse not to serve Barragan-sama,� Ggio pointed out.

�True enough,� Szayel agreed. �Still� Abisara, come over here.� Szayel called.

�Yes, Otou-san?� Abisara asked, leaving Renji and Vindula to their game as he joined them. The young boy�s large green eyes looked up as his father, his expression neutral.

�It would be a terrible, terrible thing if Ggio here were to contract a virus, one that would leave him bedridden in the 4th Division for several days. You know� like the engineered influenza virus that you and I created the other day in Laboratory 4 as part of your lesson plan. You remember, don�t you, the one with the artificially short, 10-second incubation time, on the second shelf in the refrigerator?�

�That would be unfortunate,� Abisara agreed before walking off as if the conversation had never occurred.

Soi Fon sent Nemu a confused look.

�We are ordered to follow the Code of Ethics to the letter,� Nemu explained smoothly. �Soi Fon, if you�ll come over here for a few minutes, I have two blood draws I�d like to do, to make sure your kidneys, liver and spleen are functioning properly, and to make sure your glucose levels remain stable.�

�Clever,� Soi Fon silently admitted.

She let Nemu separate her from Ggio, knowing a precautionary quarantine when she saw one enacted. Nemu also pulled out a syringe and smiled sweetly at Soi Fon as she prepared the woman�s upper arm for an injection. The fact that Nemu knew how to smile unnerved the former Taichou more than the fact she held a needle in her hand.

�It�s merely a standard, wide-spectrum influenza vaccine. All pregnant women should have one.�

After rubbing some healing cream on Ggio�s wounds, bandaging them and setting the next date for Soi Fon�s prenatal appointment, Szayel announced that they were free to return home. Abisara, unfortunately, wasn�t watching where he was going as he walked through the examination room, wandering suspiciously close to where Ggio was struggling to pull his clothing back on. The pink-haired boy seemed to stumble as he neared the fang-masked Arrancar and before anyone knew it, he�d splashed Ggio�s face with the contents of the innocent-looking test tube in his gloved hands as he tripped.

Szayel offered Ggio his sincerest apologies and warned them that if the Arrancar started feeling woozy, he should seek out Unohana-Taichou, just to be on the safe side.

�Very clever,� she couldn�t help but think as they left, Ggio still sputtering a little.

Byakuya hated the new direction the design of his clothing had taken. He also hated the clips that went with it. His arms, legs, and back were killing him as the gear forced him to hold this rather uncomfortable position. He tried to meditate through it, and for a while that had worked, but now the pain had gone from mildly annoying and uncomfortable, to excruciating.

Yammy had ordered the staff to set him up this way for his arrival, and three hours later, the brute had yet to show up. Worse, Yammy had taken Senbonzakura with him so that he didn�t even have that little bit of mental support. It was just him, alone, on display in Yammy�s room waiting for another round of abuse. He was beyond tired of it. One would think that if the elders could teach the Espada table manners and basic hygiene, they could wean him of his aggressive sexual tendencies as well. Honestly, Byakuya sometimes wondered if some of the Elders weren�t enjoying watching him suffer for all of the stubborn, pig-headedness he had made them endure over the years. His decisions regarding his choice of wife, of Hisana and Rukia came to mind. He�d overheard several of the Elders going on about his need to learn some humility.

Well, he had that in spades now. Yammy had seen to it. This shameful pose was just the latest in a recent line of Yammy�s newest interest: bondage. Yammy ordered his ankles latched to his belt and his wrists latched to his ankles. On his side, this might have been tolerable, but a kneeling position hurt. Even that might have been passable but the leash attached to the collar on his neck tethered to the belt and it pulled him back, so he knelt with his legs spread apart. Thus, he was on full display while forced to lean backwards. With his weight precariously balanced, he might have fallen over by now if not for the fact that Yammy kept him in that position with a firm grip on his Claim.

As if that wasn�t making him suffer enough, Yammy�s orders included a blindfold and some unknown person put clips on his nipples before sucking him up to a full-fledged erection and sliding on a bloody cock ring. It seemed designed like some sort of choke collar, attached to the clips on his nipples so every time he took a breath the whole assembly pulled, which painfully tightened the ring surrounding his shaft while pulling on his nipples. Adding one final insult to injury, someone had shoved a ball gag in his mouth and he�d heard the distinct sound of a camera repeatedly clicking away. The gag made it very difficult to swallow and he just knew some of his saliva was now running down the side of his face and neck.

He was about ready to die now, Kuchiki pride and clan duty be damned. He was freezing, he was in agony, and he was beyond humiliated. Byakuya was parched as well, as the position had him sweating twenty minutes in and, so far, nothing had been given to him to replace that lost water. He was cold and his body had started to shiver, which definitely didn�t help with the rig connecting the cock ring to his nipples. He would be surprised if there wasn�t bruising on his shaft and he suspected that going to the bathroom would be painful for a while.

He heard the door open and was sick with himself for hoping it was Yammy and that the bastard might release him from this horrid position. The steps were too soft to be Yammy though and the hands that brushed over him as they tested the straps were far too small. Without a word, the intruder left, leaving him alone in his misery once more. He almost sobbed, but he managed to hold it back, just barely. He focused on anger instead. Anger was safe; despair could destroy what little he and Senbonzakura had managed to fix of his soul. Another half an hour crept by before the door slid open again, and this time he knew it was Yammy as a wave of oppressive reiatsu flowed into the room. The steps were also heavier, rocking the floorboards.

�Ah Chicchai-Hime, you are absolutely yummy-looking,� Yammy laughed nastily. �Have you been waiting for me long?�

�You know damn well how long I have been trussed like this,� he mentally snarled, furious that he�d been left like this.

He felt Yammy walk around him several times before a large palm wrapped around the group of restraints behind his back and, without ceremony, used them to pick Byakuya up. His shoulders and hips screamed in agony as Yammy�s actions forced them to take his full weight and, despite himself, he screamed, the sound muffled by the gag in his mouth. Yammy laughed in amusement before dropping him to land on his chest on the futon. The clips were finally undone and his arms and legs sprang apart as if they were spring loaded. Blood quickly returned to those joints, causing them to tingle painfully.

He was hyperventilating and tears pooled at the corner of his eyes. Regardless to how hard he fought to contain them, he simply couldn�t manage it. His entire body was awash in pain, and had been for four hours. He tried to latch onto Senbonzakura, to get that emotional support, but there was no answer. Yammy hadn�t brought the Zanpakuto back with him.

�Know that it is your stupid sword�s fault that you are suffering now, for failing to speak to me when I demanded it,� Yammy snorted just before something whipped painfully onto his rear, causing him to arch his back and tighten the ring around his forced erection.

What the hell was the idiot saying? Of course, Senbonzakura wouldn�t speak to him. Even someone as stupid as Yammy must know that a Zanpakuto could only communicate with his or her owner.

The switch came down upon his rear again and he tried to keep his body from straining, or at least not so much. He brought his hands down to undo the clips attached to his nipples, but Yammy put a stop to that by grabbing his wrist and reattaching them, wrist to elbow strap, behind his back. The switching continued and he did his best to remain immobile and bring his breathing under control. When the switch broke, Yammy grabbed another and continued beating him, this time on the backs of his thighs and down his calves until the brute began to assault the soles of his feet. He could feel skin break and blood trickled over his skin. Yammy�s rage, unfortunately, was not yet played out.

So focused was he on the physical torture he experienced, Byakuya was unable to figure out just why Yammy was so pissed at Senbonzakura. Suddenly Yammy�s weight was on top of him and he felt his insides tear as Yammy forced his way in without any form of preparation. The pain finally became too much and he felt his consciousness start to blissfully slip away. Yammy jerked him back by a very painful pull on the Claim, to make sure he would not escape this.

He really did try to hold back his screams, but he was simply in too much agony. The way Yammy was pulling on his hair and making his back arch he almost swore that the cock ring wrapped around him was going to end up severing his manhood, or at least leave some lasting damage.

Yammy didn�t rape him for very long, but the gush of cum that flowed out of his bleeding and abused anus wasn�t the end of Yammy�s torture for him. The bastard finally removed his gag, permitting him to take gasping lungful of air and swallow properly. His jaw hurt terribly from being kept open for so long. Yammy also removed the blindfold, but it hardly mattered, as his eyes were screwed shut. A meaty fist dragged him to his feet and Yammy pushed him forward. His legs were unable to support his weight after having been locked in that kneeling position for so long and he collapsed to the floor in a rather undignified manner, only to be dragged upward again by his restrained arms and hauled out of the room as if he weighed nothing.

His vision was blurred and he was unable to make out where Yammy was taking him until the thug tossed him to the floor once more. Now he could hear Senbonzakura�s frantic voice, although it was distant and he was too delirious to make out what his Zanpakuto attempted to say to him. Yammy spoke something, his guttural voice harsh, but Byakuya couldn�t make out the words, as all he could hear was the rushing of his own blood in his ears.

Dimly, he understood that he was in a room full of people. He could feel the terrified vibrations of their reiatsu and even the odd whimper managed to make it through the roaring in his head. His eyes were blurry with anguished tears and he blinked them furiously to try and see what was going on.

The entire household had assembled, from the elders to the servants. For a change, it looked like the Elders were sweating beneath their expensive kimonos. Yammy was still snarling and hollering, but Byakuya didn�t understand, as everything sounded like gibberish to him right now. While the brute went on his tirade, Byakuya�s hearing slowly started to recover, until a large, heavy foot connected with his side and sent him rolling onto his back so he was fully exposed to the entire room. Worse, the new position forced him to put weight on the lashes covering his entire backside and he ground his teeth together to prevent anything more than the odd whimper of pain from escaping his throat.

�Master!!!�

Senbonzakura sounded frantic, but at least the sounds in the room had begun to take on meaning and grow clearer. Suddenly, he wished they hadn�t. Someone, an elderly woman from the pitch of her voice, unexpectedly screamed in terror and pain before one of the more powerful forces of reiatsu in the room winked out of existence.

He forced himself to fight past the pain, taking in the horrified expressions of the staff, the slight looks of shock from the elders, a true testament to their distress as it took a true crisis to make them drop their masks. The lower half of a bloody corpse hung in Yammy�s hand, blood dribbling down the monster�s face and from the side of his mouth as he chewed. It had been a long time since the monster had eaten anyone. Judging by the expensive material and the loss of one of the more powerful sparks, the victim had been one of his great aunts. He felt sick to his stomach, a nausea that only grew when Yammy tore more material out of his way and took another large bite of flesh. Pure horror was the only thing holding everyone in place, that and the oppressive amount of reiatsu the brute was throwing out.

�Master!!� Senbonzakura�s voice came in a little clearer and he fumbled clumsily along their mutual link, needing that grounding more than he ever had in the past.

�What is going on?� he asked. His voice shaky despite his best efforts to try to keep it calm.

�He wants to talk to me again� Senbonzakura replied.

Byakuya�s body froze. All of this, all of this pain and torture was simply because Yammy wanted to talk to Senbonzakura and was furious the Zanpakuto hadn�t answered him? He had figured Yammy had taken his Zanpkauto away from him to punish him for some imagined slight, not because the Espada wanted a conversation.

�Still staying silent, eh?� Yammy sneered, blood and bits of flesh spraying from his mouth, splattering red dots across the floor and those unfortunate enough to be crouching and trembling in the direction he faced. �I suggest you get your stupid sword talking�� and suddenly a switch of bamboo materialized in Yammy�s hands, ��before�� a strike cut across his chest, ��I�� another slashed his inner left thigh, ��really�� one struck his right shin, ��get�� once more across his chest, ��upset!!!� Yammy bellowed.

The switch landed on his forced erection, pulling a choked cry from his throat.

Yammy had no idea what he was asking. One simply didn�t manifest their Zanpakuto in the company of others, especially before his entire estate! He�d only done so the first time because Yammy seemed as if he was ready to kill him and there had been no other way to communicate. At least, Yammy still pretended he couldn�t read, but by this point in his captivity, Byakuya would have bet hard money on it. There was no way someone as mentally challenged as Yammy was could keep the ruse of illiteracy up for fifteen years without slipping up once.

�The first time you did it I was beating you, so maybe I just haven�t beaten you enough,� Yammy snarled.

The switch came down upon his chest and thighs two dozen more times before he was kicked back over onto his stomach. He could hear the choking sobs of many of the staff members as they were forced to watch. When one woman, unable to bear it anymore, had turned away Yammy had lashed her with the switch, which, with his massive strength, left a large gash on the side of her face, severing one of her ears. Her blood joined the growing amount soaking into the wooden floor.

He breathed deeply, trying to concentrate through the pain. Senbonzakura was trying to offer him what comfort he could, but it was doing little good. Yammy kicked him onto his chest once more. A bruising grip latched onto his hips and pulled him up so he was forced to put all that weight on his lashed up chest. It was one thing to be tortured in front of an audience; it was another thing to be raped before his entire household.

�Master please!� Senbonzakura pleaded. �He won�t stop until we do this! There is no reason to continue making everyone suffer.�

The others were suffering, forced to witness this atrocity. It was not something one did lightly, manifesting ones Zanpakuto before others. It was something taboo, but Senbonzakura was right. Yammy was not going to stop until either Byakuya died or Senbonzakura manifested. He didn�t want to know why the great brute wanted to see Senbonzakura, but he had run out of options, unless he truly wanted to die. Unfortunately, he needed to be closer to his blade to do so and he had no way to communicate that to Yammy.

It hurt so much, not just physically, but mentally and emotionally as Yammy thrust into him again, tearing his insides further so that blood from his inside passage joined the trails of blood from the switching. Once again it didn�t last long, but it certainly felt like an eternity to him. Semen joined the mess running down his thighs and the Tenth kicked him a third time upon standing up.

Yammy continued to scream at him, but Byakuya�s focus began to slip again. Suddenly, Senbonzakura�s voice came sharply into his mind shortly before searing pain erupted from his shoulder as his own Zanpakuto impaled him, pinning him to the wooden floor. He threw every ounce of what remained of his concentration towards his partner.

�Stop!!� Senbonzakura commanded firmly as he finally materialized. �One must be in close proximity to their Zanpakuto in order to manifest. My Master could not have done as you ordered regardless of the torment you visited upon him. Your Claim upon his person could not have ensured obedience either!�

Byakuya found his awareness wavering, the torture becoming too much for his body to handle. As he faded in and out, Senbonzakura also wavered in his manifestation. There was a mockery of a conversation going on, sounding so much like someone trying to get through to a rabid, snarling dog, but soon even listening was a chore. Eventually, even that retreated, until all that was left was the sound of his rapid heartbeat thudding in his head. His world faded until he finally fell into blessed darkness.

*Runs and rides in my anti rabid fan girl bunker. The start of Byakuya�s breaking. /hug those of you that took the time to review. Got to run, really busy.

x: A lot of things are kind of hard to pin down. You can remove someone�s tonsils, but can you put in new ones? How long does one have before a change becomes a part of your very soul? In Grimmjow�s case, his arm was not missing very long, but in Jushiro�s case he has had his illness for a very, very long time. By the time everyone will be freed, Byakuya would have been silenced for 15 years. Something that long, I believe, would become a part of your soul. Like baby teeth, could Orhime regrow your baby teeth? They have been discarded and your body moved on.

Next Chapter: Unohana has a full medical ward.

This Weeks Question: If you could have anyone�s Zanpakuto as your own, who�s would it be? There are a lot of good ones, but I find myself partial to Kazeshini. His Shikai is just so cool looking, and deadly. No wonder Hisagi is scared of his own weapon, could you imagine how difficult it was to learn how to use a weapon like that without slicing yourself to ribbons?
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