Destructions Malice: Lost Tales

Rukia awoke slowly and again she found herself confused to begin her day. She had been in Hueco Mundo for less then a week, and each night her mind seemed to reset and try and forget that fact. Opening her eyes to this strange room each day was hard enough, add in the fact that she awoke more or less completely immobile due to her restraints and it nearly brought her to tears. But she didn’t cry, no she had learned her lessen there as well. Her captor, the sixth Espada did not enjoy her sobbing and her punishment for such behavior was swift and humiliating. So like each day she stifled her tears and gathered her pride and started her day as she had been made too since her arrival.

“Master…” Though the word was in fact muffled due to the ball gag in her mouth, “Master, how can I serve you?” again hard to understand because she was speaking around a golf ball sized piece of steel and rubber between her lips.

She then fell silent and waited; she had learned this as well. Grimmjow…or Master as she was made to call him did not like when she nagged or complained and she had learned that his hearing was quite adept. The room remained silent for several minutes, yet still Rukia remained still and silent. As always the man soon came toward her from the far side of the room, his calm stride something she had learned to note even from outside in the hall.

The Espada was rough as usual, simply wrapping the leach attached to the back of her neck around his hand and lifting her up from her laying position and unto her knees. She was thankful that the man had changed the harness she wore after the first two days, such a pull on her collar would have had her gasping for air…but she also was able to move much more freely in it. The new harness was more effective on both ends; something the Espada had made sure to inform her when he placed her in it nearly a day ago. This harness arranged itself so that no amount of rough pulling or dragging by her leash resulted anything more then the desired effect of moving her. But the true purpose of the harness was a simple one, she remembered that morning clearly and frowned in humiliation at the words the man had burned into her.

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The image she remembers is rather similar to her position at that very moment. She is standing before the Espada and he has just pulled the final strap of her new harness tight on her back. He roughly pulls her arms behind her so that her forearms run next to each other and her fists rest near her elbows. He moves quickly and in a few moments they are also locked in place leaving her arms zero freedom.

“This is a special harness little Dorei, perfectly suited for something like you…” Spat the Espada, his words burning into the girl as usual.

With ease the man pushes the girl down to her knees, yet some of her pride remains intact and for a moment she tries to stand again. The Espada’s hand shoots forward and takes a fistful of her hair, pulling it backward until the Shinigami screams.

“Still a little fight in you Shinigami?” the man growled, that sadistic grin upon his face.

He pulls her hair down again until she is arching her back to try and relieve some of the pain in her scalp. She screams again and the Espada laughs, clearly entertained by her pain.

“Go ahead and try to stand one more time…” the man moved close to the girls ear, his rough mask piece lightly scratching her cheek as he did so, “I want you too…” his words slithered to her like a snakes and she instantly slumped into submission.

“Yes…master…” she practically forced it out through shear will alone, and quickly focused her gaze on the floor in front of her.

“That’s a good slut…” started the Espada as he moved behind her. “Now…” he placed his foot high on her back and abruptly kicked her forward, “Get that ass up like a good little bitch.”

Rukia fell forward, and without her arms to catch her landed face first with a groan of pain. She was only happy she had turned her face in time so that she landed on her cheek; it at least kept her from being bloodied. She remained still as the Espada returned to work, only moving when he commanded her to keep her ass high. She clamped her eyes shut; trying to ignore the humiliation of the entire situation but after a moment the Espada was done.

“Sit up.” Commanded the Espada plainly as he took his place in front of her again, his hands already in his pockets as usual.

Rukia did as she was told but only got about half way before she was halted by the other addition to the harness. She looked back to see that a pair of ankle cuffs had been put in place and attached to them two metal bars rose and attached to the waistline of the harness. This effectively kept her legs bent as if she was half crouching.

Grimmjow, “Just makes sure you stay on your knees…” he leaned forward and clasped two fingers around the girls chin and lifted her gaze to his, “Where you belong.”

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Her master’s devilish grin was what she remembered most about that morning, and as she refocused on that same man that grin was exactly what she was greeted with. But today he had no demeaning words or creative humiliation to put her through, which made his intentions rather obvious. He pulled her roughly from the bed by her collar, which as usual resulted in her splayed on the floor before him. She quickly righted herself and assumed the position he had showed her. She was on her knees, bent forward so that she was literally looking at the ground her hair dangling unkempt over her face.

The Espada simply tugged on the collar and she followed, steadily shuffling after him like some sort of pet…and as far as the Espada was concerned she was. She was relieved today to find that he wasn’t going to take her on a walk in the halls of the palace Las Noches, her knees still ached from the previous days venture and truth be told her abdomen muscles were terribly sore from holding her body off the ground for so long. Today he simply led her across the room and lazily plopped into one of the chairs at the other end of the room.

“Okay little Dorei…time for breakfast.” He grasped her gag and tugged it down around her neck so that her mouth was free. The Espada grinned deviously down at the girl, and only became more gleeful as he saw the look of understanding creep onto her face. “Just use your mouth…you will become skilled with those lips of yours.” He adjusted himself so that his legs were on either side of her shoulders and nodded down to his crotch, “Begin.”

Rukia looked at the man a moment longer, weighing the repercussions of defying him. But she decided against it, knowing he would just put her through worse for annoying him at his little games. She placed her gaze on his crotch and contemplated how to go about getting to him. She bit her bottom lip and decided just to start before he got impatient. She moved forward and locked her teeth on the sash that ran around his waist, and after a few moments of struggling managed to pull it loose. She let out a slightly sigh and again moved in, this time closing her teeth around the now loose edge of his hakama. Another few moments of tugging and she had the flap at his front open and his manhood in full view.

The Espada grinned and patted Rukia’s head, “That’s a good girl, now get to work.” His devilish grin remained as he casually rested his cheek on one upturned fist, those terrible blue eyes of his boring into her.

Rukia winced and took a deep breath knowing she had no choice in the matter either way and began her task. He was still mostly flaccid, something she though he focused on just because he enjoyed her having to work for anything he commanded her to do. Because of this it started out difficult to begin at all, she struggled for a moment to even get a hold of the tip of his member. After a rather frustrated sigh she simply went for it, casting off the shyness and general distain for her charge and burying her face into the man. This yielded the desired results instantly and with his cock between her lips she let out a sigh of both satisfaction and distain.

Grimmjow let out a low chuckle which only further humiliated her, but even so she began running her tongue around him and applying a gentle pressure. Slowly but surely her massaging had the man’s length stiffening, and soon she was able to bob her head up and down against him to instill more pleasure. A moment later she was struggling to get down his shaft, his cock engorged to its full size and throbbing against her tongue with every stroke of her lips. The Espada let out one of his low throaty growls which signified his enjoyment, which despite her humiliation always got her moist.

The Arrancars cock was far too big for her to take fully…on her own at least, and after five minutes she got the help she needed to achieve just that. The Espada’s hand slid through her hair until it came to a rest atop her head, where it then held her in place after one of her down strokes. She winced as she restrained the gag reflex, the tip of his length resting only a short distance from the back of her throat and flirting with her subconscious need to swallow. The Espada began slowly exerting pressure in a downward fashion, which instantly forced her to gag against him. Yet even as she did he continued to push, and after but a moment the head of his cock slid into her throat which made gagging rather difficult due to his girth.

By the time his cock was nearly fully lodged in her throat she was severely lacking oxygen, and in turn began to struggle against him. The Espada roughly grasped a fistful of her hair.

“Struggle and I’ll leave you here until you pass out Shinigami.” He growled ominously.

Rukia somehow managed to cease her struggled even as the edges of her view began to blur and darken. She felt his hand cease its pressure as her nose hit his abdomen, yet still he held her in place. She coughed into the mans cock and clawed at the chair roughly as a way to refrain from trying to pull away and just as she thought she could take no more the man pulled her off of him. She gasped deeply only to cough and find herself dizzy at the rush of oxygen suddenly in her lungs.

“Listen Shinigami…” started the Arrancar, pulling her hair so that her gaze met his, “We are going to continue this, until you can do it on your own…I wont have a fuck toy that ain’t good at her job.” He sneered down at her, “Again…” he pushed her head back in place, “open!” he commanded tugging the fistful of hair briskly.

Rukia obliged and began again, the agonizing descent, his thick length slowly forcing its way into her throat. This painstaking process went on for the better part of two hours, at which point Rukia had either become numb to the sensations of both suffocation and gagging or…the Espada’s training was working.

“See that wasn’t so bad was it?” asked the Espada snidely.

Rukia only gave the man an aggravated glare, which combined with the glistening of her own saliva on her chin and the redness of her eyes gave her something of a beaten look. This of course only made the Espada cackle as he lifted her up and swapped places with her. Rukia didn’t struggle as she was repositioned, and after a moment found herself in the chair he had been sitting in. However, he had positioned her upside down so that her head was dangling of the front edge of the seat portion while the majority of her body leaned against the back of the chair. She of course knew what was coming, beside the hours of preparation she had been in a very similar position as she was the first night he had raped her.

The girl’s captor slipped out of his clothes, finally deciding to get his after toying with her for all that time and Rukia was somewhat relieved. She grimaced as he positioned himself before her, but again, did not resist…instead she simply braced and hoped all of the teasing would make it go quickly.

“Open…” commanded Grimmjow in a calm manner as he reached down and angled his cock so that the tip came to rest upon Rukia’s lips.

Rukia obliged, and the moment her lips parted the man slid his hips forward until there was not an inch left out of the Shinigami’s mouth. It was uncomfortable, but she had to admit it was easier. It was humiliating, but she couldn’t deny the small beads of her own excitement streaming down her abdomen. The Arrancar began thrusting deep into her throat in steady rhythmic motions, and even as she slowly became aware of her diminishing oxygen supply she found herself turned on. She moaned into the mans cock, the mixture of pain, humiliation and pleasure all conglomerating to show her that she was in fact a slut. Tears ran from her eyes both from the discomfort and from this realization. As the Arrancar picked up speed, and his fingers and lips inevitably began their teasing and toying Rukia became more and more engaged. Her tears were quite literally her way of shedding her pride and letting the pleasure and fun of being little more then a fuck toy wash over her.

Grimmjow roughly pounded her throat, her vision was shaky and the edges of her view quickly became darker and darker. Yet her muffled moans and torrents of her sweet juices continued unabated. The Espada’s tongue lapped up every drop he could gather, and she wanted him to have more. Even the fingers thrusting into her ass was a welcomed sensation. The light stinging sensations around the edges of her smallest hole, and the raunchy sounds accompanying his fingers thrusts only added to her humiliation and in turn her pleasure.

Grimmjows final rapid thrusts had her eyes rolling into her head, her consciousness dancing between awake and not, her entire body trembling in multiple orgasms and oxygen deprivation. His thick throbbing length lodged deep in her throat, the steamy thick load of his seed fill her throat…she welcomed every last moment of it. When he finally pulled away, that first breath was fire in her lungs. The dizziness of the sudden rush of air again ran rampant through her equilibrium and if not for being so firmly set in place she would have fallen. Yet, even as it ended and her body began recovering…she found herself disappointed that it was over.

Grimmjow casually grasped one of her legs and pulled her out of his chair, sending her sprawling onto the floor. He again took his position in the chair, his grin gone, a relatively somber look taking its place.

“Clean it…” he said calmly.

Rukia struggled, but managed to get onto her knees again. Her entire body was trembling and she felt terribly weak, nonetheless she crawled back into her place and with slow seductive flicks of her tongue began lapping up the mixture of her saliva and his seed. She leaned forward and again took his length into her mouth, thoroughly running her tongue across him. She opened her eyes ever so slightly as a single tear fell down her cheek, she knew she was no longer the same person she was only a few hours ago…and she was okay with that. Rukia slid down the man’s shaft, his cock slipping into her throat without as much as a groan or cough.