Crossbreeding the Future

Chapter 2
Rape


If it was one thing Byakuya had an abundance of, it was pride. As such he refused to be dragged around by Halibel and preferred to walk with his dignity intact. The woman was scarcely paying any attention to him other then to make sure he was still following.

Everything in his mind wanted him to go after Rukia, to spare her from the fate that assuredly awaited her. However he was a very smart man and with his reiatsu sealed he was more useless then Hanataro in a fight and the result would only make the situation worse for both of them.

This did not mean he planned on bedding the Espada as Aizen demanded. Judging by the reaction of the woman the thought of bedding him was as revolting to her as it was to him. Aizen had to be crazy if he thought his troops would merrily go along with this insane plan of his.

Unfortunately for him he didn’t realize just how tightly Aizen had control over his troops. He had no way of knowing that even though the thought was highly despised by her, like Stark she would do as Aizen commanded.

Of course she suffered from a stronger dilemma then Stark did. It was much easier for a man to rape a woman then the other way around, at least where the actual mechanics were involved.

She would have to force him to get arouse and come to a release, something that would be no easy task and involve a lot of work for her, work she did not look forward to. Stark, the lazy bastard, had it easy. He had been smart grabbing the docile woman right off the bat. Barragan was going to have a field day controlling his assigned target, if the old man could even get it up in the first place.

She was sure there had to be drugs out there that would get the job done, but she doubted she would find any by tonight. To her surprise, they paused to let a grumbling Grimmjow pace past them. He showed no sign of noticing them and she made no attempt to alert him to their presence.

Once the 6th moved past they continued on their way to her rooms, feeling so empty now that her Fraccion were gone. Rage filled her, rage at the death of those she would indeed consider friends.

It simmered and boiled, the cursed Shinigami who had killed them. Granted this one was not responsible. The one who was responsible was way beyond her reach. But still, he was one of them, and in reach.

Safe behind her own door, she dared to let go, to let lose some of the frustration and pain she felt at their loss. Before she even knew that she had acted, Byakuya was on the ground, blood streaming down from his temple where her fist had collided with his head.

With out his reiatsu he was unable to respond to her speed or strength. The thought was in the back of her mind, putting a bit of damper on her rage at the fresh wound in her so called none existent heart.

After that first blow she couldn’t stop. All of the pent up grief came out, and she rained blow after blow upon him, clawing, kicking, punching, even tossing him across the room at one point.

He didn’t scream, though a few cries did escape. By the time her rage had worked itself out, his hair was a mess, the trinkets that had been in it were shattered beyond any use and laid scattered across the floor. Her nails and yanking had shredded most of his clothing, leaving him in what was basically nothing more then a torn skirt. Bruises were forming quickly and one of his eyes was swelling shut. The restraints had also been shredded, though the collar remained as it would take more then physical force to remove that.

Panting she glared at him. He looked back at her, not saying a word as he slowly dragged himself back to his feet, trying to save what dignity he could. She could tell she hurt him pretty bad, but he forced himself past the pain she had inflicted to stand up straight and look at her.

She felt no regret and almost desired to remove the collar so she could really go all out against him. To break his bones, watch his blood flow like a river while he struggled back, but she wasn’t that far gone.

She still felt unsatisfied, but beating him up more would not take the pain away and she still need him functioning. She settled for petty revenge instead, grabbing him by the hair and forcing him to his knees, her superior strength easily over coming any attempts at struggling.

Drawing Tieburon she slashed and kept slashing, hair falling to the floor in large clumps with no regards to keeping it even. She didn’t stop until she started to run out of handfuls to grab and hack.

Pulling him to his feet with what was left of his hair she finished slicing what was left of his uniform off, leaving him in nothing but his underclothes. A kick to his back sent him sprawling to the floor and added another set of bruises.

He picked himself up, or tried to, she kicked him back to the floor. It took about twelve more kicks until he stayed on the floor, more likely because his body refused to listen to him then because she had broken his pride.

He was covered in bruises now, and his hair was a disgrace. There were several cuts on his body from both her nails and her Zanpakuto, none deep. She ended her assault, glaring down at him in contempt. And to think she was going to have to breed with the thing.

She felt slightly better, not a lot, but slightly. Turning about and getting ready to storm out of the room least she go too far with her assigned target and end up hurting him more than acceptable, she stormed out with a snapped command for him to clean up his mess.

She would be highly surprised if he did. Storming out, and making sure the door was locked, she went to the nearest training ground and let lose, burning all of her remaining reiatsu in her frustrated rage at the loss of her companions and this stupid plan of Aizen’s that she had no choice but to follow.

“Done?”

She jumped a bit at the sound, turning to look at Tosen.

“Yes.” She answered simply, regaining her composure.

He tossed something to her. She caught the small, metallic box, opening it to see what was inside. Needles, filled with some sort of clear liquid. She looked to Tosen for an explanation.

“It will get the job done.” Was all he said before walking away.

Nodding in understanding, she pocketed the small box. It was getting late and while Aizan was a patient man, he had little of it when it came to those that defied his orders. Granted it might just be worth his wrath this one time.

The others had it lucky, they just needed to knock up their respective targets, maybe even have some fun and enjoy doing it. No doubt Grimmjow would be having a blast hurting the little Shinigami brat that was tied to the boy he seemed to have a vendetta against. They just had to dump their seed into their targets until they took and then they wouldn’t have to worry about another thing until after the brat was born, their target rested, and then only if Aizen-sama was expecting more brats. Assuming this was all even possible.

She HAD to get knocked up. She would have to endure the months of pregnancies, mood swings, strange hungers and then, dear kami, giving birth. And then she would probably have to raise the damn thing until it was no longer reliant on its mother. Joy.


Byakuya had kept his pride and managed to keep his cries of pain in while the woman beat on him. If only he had his reiatsu. He could take the beating, that was nothing, what had really hurt was that he could follow her every movement with his eyes, but his body was just too damn slow without his reiatsu to follow. For once he knew how Renji felt and guilt touched him briefly for how he had treated both his fukutaichou and Kurosaki.

It took him half an hour to be able to get his body to move off of the floor after Halibel had left. The first thing he had done was to limp to the bathroom so he could take stock of the damages done. His hair and face was a nightmare. It took all of his self control to not scream in anger and frustration at the mess he was. He looked like some sort of dirty street urchin instead of the head of a high ranking clan.

He had fought them good and hard, used every ounce of his skill and the three of them had more or less shrugged him off. Granted he hadn’t been healed yet from his last fight, but still.

They had been ‘gracious’ enough to let the two members of the 4th finish healing his sister and him before dragging them before Aizen, where Matsumoto and Hitsugaya were already restrained. They had left Hanataro unsealed and permitted him to treat Matsumoto’s wounds before treating Hitsugaya.

He started to clean himself up the best he could with water and a cloth, wiping off the blood that had been drawn and holding a cold cloth to his swollen eye to help ease the swelling as much as cold water could.

With one last glower at the mirror and a promise of revenge he set about trying to find a way to get the collar off, although he knew having his reiatsu back really wasn’t going to do him much good against the three top ranked Espada and the traitors, but it was a start.

His eyes fell upon his shattered hair ornaments and the pile of his hair laying on the floor. He had no plan to be obedient to the one Aizan had pawned him off to and if he could sever the nerves in his own arm a bit of lost hair was nothing to cry about, even if it did leave him looking worse then his Fukutaichou.

What made it worse was that it was some woman who had butchered it while he had been forced to remain helpless on his knees and unable to do anything about it, and that hurt his pride.

Ignoring something he could not effect, he gathered up with what was left of his uniform, using the shredded remains to bind a few of the deeper cuts that hadn’t stopped bleeding yet.

A large number of bruises were really starting to form and he couldn’t help but to worry about Rukia. If Halibel was this brutal with him, then what might Grimmjow be doing to her? Outwards he remained calm, inwards he seethed in rage and deep concern.

Not only because he knew there was nothing he could do to protect Rukia, but because he also knew Soul Society would not mount a rescue mission for them and that the only one who would, and probably will once he recovered enough, was the brat Kurosaki. And once again he would be indebted to the, shudder, human, commoner boy.

The door opened and he turned to see a trembling Hanataro pushing a cart followed by an Arancar who was berating him. Hanataro noticed his injuries but before the boy could even offer to heal him, the girl chased him out again, the never ending scolding obviously never ending.

He would never admit it, but he was relieved to see the young boy appeared to be fine and noticed much the same Unohana had about the relationship between the two. He ignored the tray that had been brought in, not interested in eating regardless of what was on it.

He had no qualms about digging through her wardrobe, but was disappointed to note anything in her closet was most definitely nothing he could wear, much to his annoyance. The door opened again and he turned to face his captor, holding as much dignity about himself as he could considering his undressed, bruised and mutilated condition.

She walked into the room, removing her clothing and placed something down on the table beside the bed. She seemed not to have the least bit of modesty, either that or he was an exception.

“Aizen-sama’s word is law.” She stated, turning to face him.

“I will not submit.” The first words he had spoken to her.

“It would be less painful and annoying if you did.” She countered.

He remained silent and still. She sighed, and then she moved.

It was torturous to be able to see her movements but not be able to keep up. She appeared behind him and rather ruthlessly tossed him across the room to slam into the wall before landing on the bed. Then she was on him before he had even fully hit the mattress.

Forget pride or appearance, he starting fighting for all he was worth. Biting, clawing, punching, all of it having no effect other then to hurt himself more. With out his reiatsu he might as well have been a human trying to hurt her.

With disgraceful ease she had his wrist strapped above his head, straddled him and the last shred of clothing off of him. She slapped him once, causing him to cease his useless struggling. His body was aching as pressure was put on all the cuts and bruises he had been giving earlier.

Reaching over she grabbed a small mettle case off of the table and pulled out a needle full of some sort of clear liquid. He froze, looking at the threatening item in her hand with a slow amount of fear and apprehension growing in his gut.

Without a word she injected the stuff into him. Almost at once it felt like his entire body was on fire, painfully on fire. A cry was torn from his lips as he burned, everything became hyper sensitive and the damage to his body amplified in agony.

His world became a haze of fire and pain. He was dimly aware of Halibel moving above him, but all else was drowned in the fire. It lasted an eternity until blackness claimed him as it felt like he had exploded in painful fire.

He came to some time much later. His body was trembling and ached dully. He looked around confused, trying to remember what had happened while his body continued to shake uncontrollably. He appeared to be laying on a futon not far from a bed.

His body would not stop its shaking and he looked at the rope burns on his wrist in confusion even as they pained him. Then it all came crashing back to him in startling clarity.

Fire, pain and terrible pleasure. He held back a gasp as what Halibel had done to him came crashing back upon him with out mercy. His body would still not cease its shaking despite all his effort to get it to stop, clearly an after effect of whatever it was she had giving her.

“Next time, don’t fight.”

He glared up at Halibel, who wasn’t even looking at him, appearing as if she was still asleep.

“What did you do to me?” He demanded.

She didn’t answer and the room fell into silence again. He was about to demand an answer when she spoke.

“Aizen-sama’s word is law. Only a fool would dare defy him and after the day we had today I have no plans on incurring his wrath. If need be I will use that serum to complete my assigned mission regardless of my feelings on the matter. The choice is yours.”

That was the end of the conversation. While he understood her standpoint, he had no desire to assist in this despicable experiment of Aizen. He would not give in so easily, even if they tortured him to near death every night, he would not willingly give them his body anymore then he would his mind or loyalty.


She would be lying if she said Barragan Ruizenban didn’t terrify her. She had caught a bit of what he had done to Soi Fon and her fukutaichou. It didn’t help that when she woke up it was in chains on a bed and wearing nothing but a loose kimono with no belt that left nothing to the imagination.

Barragan wasn’t around at the moment and she spent that time trying to get out of the chains, either by wrenching them out of the wall or slipping through them. Neither method had any success other then bloodying her wrist and fingers.
She eventually gave up and settled for curling up in the corner, hugging her legs and resting her chin on her knees. Her own situation unchangeable and stable at the moment, her thoughts turned to her taichou.

He had been badly hurt, and she feared what Aizen would do to the young man. At some point Hanataro came in with something for her to eat. She didn’t touch the food, having no appetite after the days events.

The door opened again and she looked up to see Barragan returning. He seemed to ignore her at first, doing something in the other room, before coming into hers. She looked up at him apprehensively as he slowly approached her, removing his clothing.

“You will lay down and submit, woman.” He commanded, the authority in his voice making it clear he expected nothing less then for her to obey.

She remained as she was, glaring at him defiantly. He didn’t bother repeating his command, instead simply reaching the bed and grabbing her ankle. She immediately tried to get out of his grip, but it did her little good.

With no regard to how much he was hurting her he dragged her down the bed until the restraints on her wrist were pulled tight and she cried out as her shoulders were wrenched painfully.

She tried kicking him but it did little good against his heirro. He straddled her hips and pushed the kimono aside. She struggled and cursed him with all of her strength, even managing to bite his hand when it got close enough to her face, although all she accomplished was hurting her teeth.

Nothing she did even slowed him in the slightest. Blood began to flow down her wrists as she fought against her restraints, terror gripping her as she thrashed and screamed. Barragan seemed compelled to take as much pleasure from her as he could, squeezing one breast enough to bruise while biting the other.

He forced her legs apart, settling between them with ease. She could feel his girth rubbing against her entrance and panic added to her terror.

“Please stop.” She begged, tears pooling in her eyes.

His mouth moved from her breast to hers, forcing his tongue in and devouring her scream as he squeezed her other breast exceptionally hard, his nails drawing blood and leaving bruises. He was ravaging her like a horny teenager instead of an old man.

Releasing the grip he had on her breast his hands grabbed her hips instead. Her body was completely unprepared for reception, and he was very well endowed for an old man. She screamed in agony as he ploughed into her, blood swelling as her insides tore. He didn’t wait for her to adjust, instantly plunging in and out of her without any regards for her comfort, blood gushing out as her dry insides tore at the harsh treatment until the blood started to act as a lubricant.

She screamed until she lost her voice, the pain between her legs unlike anything she had ever felt before. She struggled violently, the cuffs digging into her wrist and drawing even more blood.

His hands gripped her hips to hold her still beneath him, leaving crescent marks from his nails and more bruises from his fingers. His weight was crushing her. His stamina was insane and she went into shock long before he finished with her. She was only dimly aware of when he filled her with his essence, so much of it was being pumped into her it started to flow out before he was finished his release.

He pulled out of her, blood and semen gushing out. With a grunt he got off of her and left without a word, leaving her bleeding, broken and abused in the centre of the bed, pausing only to undo her restraints.

Once she came out of shock she curled up, tears streaming down her face. The bed was covered in her blood, his fluids and their combined sweat, but she didn’t notice any of it.

Her hips and nether region burned in raw agony. Her face, neck, and breast were covered in bite marks, some of them had small trails of blood flowing from small puncture wounds. They throbbed while slowly turned black and blue in the shape of his fingers.

She cried herself to sleep, clutching the kimono tightly around her like some sort of shield. She curled up in the far corner of the bed against the wall, one of the only clean spots left. The door was now shut and no doubt locked.



“Damn it woman, will you knock the screaming off.” Grimmjow scowled.

He was not having a good day, first he lost his duel to Ichigo. Then his almost death by the damn back stabbing 5th Espada’s hands. And to really top it off, he was saved TWICE in one day by bloody SHINIGAMI of all people. And now this woman was screaming and kicking and being a real nuisance.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity on a really bad day, they made it to his room and he wrenched her in, letting go once the momentum had been built and she stumbled deeper into the room. She rounded on him, fear and rage burning in her eyes as she fell into a defensive stance, as if that would do any good, while still shouting at him.

“Relax, I have no plans on raping you.” He snapped at her.

She stopped her ranting and she looked at him in surprise, slightly breaking her defensive stance.

“As much as it fills my mouth with a foul taste…… I owe Kurosaki my life. I am just repaying the favor.” He answered her unasked question while undoing her restraints and tossing them aside.

With that he turned and walked right back out of his room. Rukia stared after him in surprise. This was the very last thing she had expected of Grimmjow Jeagerjaques.

Leaving the woman in his chambers, he settled for pacing around the silent fortress in a barely surprised rage.

He lost to Ichigo, and to make matters worse the bastard had even taking out the 4th. The human, or whatever he was now, was long gone and unlikely to return anytime soon. The three remaining Espada would be uninterested in ‘playing’ with him and as much as he hated to admit it they were all considerably stronger than him.

Several hours later his angry pacing eventually led him back to Aizan’s throne room. The smell of fresh blood was thick in the air and he paused outside the door. It was cracked and he dared to glance in.

The room had only one occupant, strung up between two poles with a large pool of blood slowly forming around the figures feet and white hair tainted pink. He stared at the boyish figure hanging limply from his wrist restraints. His entire back, legs and arms were stripped almost bare of flesh, clearly caused by a whip of some sort.

He stalked into the room, moving around to the front of the victim. Dull greenish/blue eyes barely raised to look at him and he noticed the boy’s front had suffered a similar fate as the back.

He had been striped down to his under cloths, the material now soaked with blood, but his uniform was folded neatly off to the side, his captains cloak neatly folded up top displaying his division in silent mockery with his Zanpakuto resting beside it.

Grimmjow loved a good fight, hell he lived for them, but this, this was just blatant torture. The boy didn’t even stand a chance of fighting back and no doubt it had been three on one while the brat was barely even conscious in the first place.

Aizen planned on breaking the boy, that much was clear. And as much as Grimmjow disapproved of the method, he was not stupid, or motivated, enough to intervene directly. He was all too familiar with Aizen’s wrath and he was not going to add pissing off his leader to his shit list of crap that had happened today. Maybe tomorrow.

The sound of footsteps reached his ears and he quickly left the room through one of the other doors before they arrived. It wasn’t long before the sound of whimpering reached his ears, preceding the sound of something hitting flesh.

He had to give it to the kid, at least he didn’t scream. He returned to his quarters, the night getting rather late and a good, long sleep was starting to feel like a great idea. He had almost forgotten about the woman, remembering just as he opened the door.

Rukia was curled up on the couch with a blanket stolen from his bed, apparently asleep. Like him she had come back from deaths door this day and all the healing power in the world was no replacement for a good, natural rest.

Ignoring her he returned to his own bed, staring up at the ceiling and planning on how he was going to use the woman to lead him to Ichigo for round 4. After all, the man had promised to fight him whenever.

I find it highly amusing how the one they were worried about the most is the one who got off easy. I bit of OOCness for this chapter based on high emotions and other reasons that will be explained later. Halibel will not be abusive in the future now that her anger and loss over the loss of her fraccion has been worked out.