Reflection

Chapter 2

“Wake up, my lil’ hime…,” a devilish male voice that had an odd echo to it sang out mockingly. It somehow vibrated through Orihime’s whole being hearing that voice so close to her face.

Moaning deep in her throat, she stirred and opened her eyes only to see blackness and felt something digging on the corner of her lips and cheeks. Trying to pull her arms to remove what was shielding her eyes, she whimpered as something metallic bit at her wrists.

Oh, no… He tied me up!

She began to whimper and thrash in earnest. At least her legs were free enough for her scissor them frantically on the bed. Those desperate motions had her lower body bouncing up and down on the old mattress. Tears seeped out copiously from under the cloth covering her eyes as she screamed a muffled cry for help through the rough leather gagging her.

The Hollow laughed and quite enthusiastically applauded her struggles, obviously loving seeing how her naked body undulated so violently on the bed. That riotous cackling sound had her immediately tense, halting her fight against the bindings. The last thing she needed was to arouse the Hollow and moving that way was amusing him.

“Ahhh? No more dancing for me? So unfair…,” there was a pout in his intonation, like a sulky child that had been robbed of something.

Quiet sobs had her bare full breasts rise and fall erratically and she could hear her heart pounding loudly in her ears as blood rushed like a stormy current through her veins. It was horror in its purest of forms. She didn’t believe someone could experience such unadulterated terror like the one she was experiencing at that moment in that dark place at the mercy of a Hollow that resembled her friend and secret love. No one needed to tell her that Ichigo was too far for her to reach. She didn’t feel him anywhere in the Hollow’s warped almost sticky reiatsu. Ichigo’s energy was like clean stormy after-rain, but his Hollow’s energy was humid and cloaked the skin like sweat.

It made her feel dirty just being in his excited presence and there was an unusual amount of emotion dancing in that reiatsu of his. It swirled and caressed her skin too intimately, as a wet blanket slapped on top of her.

“You gonna be a really good girl for me now, huh? Too bad that I like seeing you all tied up. I don’t think I’m ready to let you loose yet.” his voice was getting closer and the mere fact that he sounded melancholic spiked up her fear. He was a Hollow and that made him incapable of feeling remorse. Maybe that tone he was using meant that he was going to be extra cruel. He was teasing her.

A whimper broke out of her lips when a incredibly hot large hand stroked one of her ankles lovingly. Her ears picked up the sound of his breath hitching as the stroking became bolder, nails lightly scraping its slight curve, making her skin tickle.

“So pretty…” that short phrase was worshipful and soft, but his next move wasn’t.

He yanked the ankle to the side and she screamed futilely as her legs were spread at the sudden movement. He had done it so fast and effortlessly that it reminded her that he was a very powerful Hollow. Fighting him would be a waste of time.

Please, Kurosaki-kun…

“Stupid asshole… He should know that he couldn’t keep me from you by hookin’ up with that Rukia. Shows how little he knows of me,” the Hollow snorted.

What is he talking about…?

Something gently tugged at her hair and she realized after a moment that he was wrapping a lock of her hair around his finger. The accursed cloth obscuring her vision didn’t let her have a visual of what was his next move, all she could do was feel and wait… Wait for his next unwanted touch or worse.

“Do you want to know what I-chi-go thinks while fucking that tiny shinigami, my lil’ hime?” he dragged out Ichigo’s name as if it were three worded curse.

Not wanting to know, she shook her head frantically, breathing in loud wet sniffles through her nose.

“Too bad, cos’ I wanna tell you…,” his breath fanned against the hair sticking to the side of her neck, making an odd tingling sensation run up and down her spine. “He wishes it were you.

He’s lying! Kurosaki-kun would never think that about me! He loves Rukia! Maybe sometime earlier that day, she would have been elated at hearing that Ichigo thought of her… at least when he wasn’t being intimate with Rukia, but now she didn’t want anything to do with those dirty thoughts and words that flowed so casually from the Hollow.

The back of his hand trailed down her tear-drenched cheek as light as butterfly wings. It was barely felt at all and it almost made her wet skin itch. Her face scrunched up at it as her body shook.

“You don’t believe me… Oh, well. I don’t care if you do or don’t, because I’m the one that’s gonna fuck you, not that shitty assed shinigami.”

She wanted to open her mouth to yell at him for speaking like that about Ichigo. To tell him that Ichigo was more man than he was, more honorable, warm, caring and that all of those things made him stronger, but the gag in her mouth only had her shouts sound like gritty moans.

“Sounds sexy, whatever the fuck you’re trying to say. I wonder what you gonna sound like when I stick it in.”

Her eyes widened underneath the blindfold at what his words insinuated.

Please, Kurosaki-kun don’t let him do this!

The hand that had caressed her cheek disappeared and all she could hear afterwards was the rustling of clothes falling to the floor. The small consecutive popping of a zipper being dragged downwards, a metal belt buckle being unhooked, shoes being kicked off… It was evident that he had intentions of being completely nude for the intrusion on her body and the knowledge of that had her shivering uncontrollably on the bed.

“Good thing you can’t see me, because I’m bigger than your dear Kurosaki-kun,” he had that singsong tone again. “We might look alike in a way, but I’m just… better.”

No, you’re not!

Bare feet padded on the concrete ground towards the side of the bed and once more she felt a hand on her, this time on one of her breasts. The hand completely covered the mound in a cradling manner, as if testing its weight. A soft squeeze had her gasping behind the gag and he chuckled at her response, his hold on her tightening little by little until it was nearly bruising her. No longer was it a gentle hold, but more like he were trying to squeeze juice out of a fruit.

IT HURTS! More tears spilled out of her eyes as she tried to squirm away from the punishing hand.

“Guess I should take it easy on you. You are a little too… ‘delicate’ for me yet, but don’t worry I’ll toughen you up.”

She sighed in relief and let out a held in breath she hadn’t realized had been stuck in her lungs when he loosened his grip. His hand moved slightly and her body flushed in embarrassment when his fingers began to lightly pinch and roll her nipple, hardening it until it ached. He just kept rubbing it like he were tuning a button, between his forefinger and thumb. It was almost soothing and arousing.

Something hot and wet seeped out of her sex in a trickle that ran down to her anal orifice and her breathing grew louder at how strange it felt to have that happen. She wasn’t used to feeling that feverish tight heavy sensation in her lower belly. Her womb was clenching like a fist that twisted in her innards and heat began to crawl up her belly, breasts and neck.

“Shit! I knew you’d be responsive, but damn! You’re already weeping for me, lil’ hime. I don’t think I like that too much, makes me think you’re a slut.” the fingers abandoned her distended nipple as if disgusted at her body’s eagerness.

She shook her head. It was the first time anyone had dared to touch her like that. It wasn’t her fault!

Why am I trying to tell him no?! Do I want this to keep going?

“Sad, lil’ hime? Do you want me to keep going?” he had the tone of a inquisitive parent. Tender and so soft it had her cringe at the moment of comfort it brought.

No. Her head moved side to side to give her negative answer.

“Bitch! And here I thought of being nice to you and you tell me no?!”

What have I done?!

A strangled scream echoed in the vast room he had taken her to when he sliced her skin with his nails. It just a quick movement of his hand that cut four long lines that started from the center of her breasts to stop just over the mound of her sex. Cool air hit the bleeding cuts, making them sting so much that she began to pull at the chains binding her wrists once more, uncaring of how the linked metal dug and scraped her.

“See what you made me do?! Every fucking time you say no to me, I’ll be forced to punish you! Get that in that pretty little head of yours! Don’t. Ever. In. Your life. Tell me no,” he ground out those last words through heavy outraged pants.

The side of the bed dipped at his weight as he leaned over her and she started to tug at the chains with more persistence, not knowing what he was going to do next.

“Your pretty skin is all bloody now…,” he said sadly. “I should clean it up since you’re gonna be good now… Am I right?,” his question had a threatening edge that was a warning of future painful reprimands of that nature.

Hating herself for being so weak, she nodded, her head jerking up and down as her chest heaved in frantic breaths.

“You be obedient or else.”

I have to do what he says so he’ll go away… Surely Kurosaki-kun will stop him right before anything really bad happens, right? He’ll save me, right?!

She squeezed both eyes closed under the blindfold so tightly that her eyeballs hurt.

He scoffed at her sudden stillness before leaning closer to the four vertical gashes decorating the center of her torso. His hot breath skimmed over the valley of her breasts before the tentative tip of his tongue touched the small rivulets of blood coming from them. She flinched as he slowly lapped sideways at the cuts so that the inner curves of her breasts were moistened by his saliva during his strange cleaning method. A low moan vibrated through his lips and his licking became more insistent, pressing and dragging a wet long trail down her belly. He stopped at her navel to dip his tongue in the small inward hole playfully. The cuts still burned and itched, but his oral ministrations and hot spit soothed and aroused them. Just feeling the combination of pain and confusing pleasure had her nipples tighten to little hard points. Even her breasts started to ache and tense.

Orihime inwardly wept as her body heated traitorously. There was so much unfairness that someone who didn’t care for her would take something from her. She was giving but up to a point and her virginity was too precious to be torn away by the likes of him, who would probably forget her as a ‘night out’ in Ichigo’s body.

Leaving her wet navel, his mouth left her skin for a couple of moments before she squealed when he gave an open-mouthed kiss at the moist lips of her sex.

“I would eat you out, but I don’t think it’d be fair… It has to be 50/50. I’ll suck you off, if you do it to me first. Sounds about right, doesn’t it?” he said in a businesslike tone.

Blooded rushed to her face at what he meant.

He wants me to-to suck his...? She gulped loudly just imagining herself doing such a sexual thing to a Hollow or anyone for that matter. In fact, never in her life had she pictured herself doing that and under the current circumstances, sucking on a Hollow possessed Ichigo while chained to a dirty smelly bed was a little too much for her to handle. Her breaths came out in gasping squeaks at thinking about it at all. Her with his… in her mouth?

What if I do something to make him angry again?! What if I mess up?! He’ll punish me again!

She couldn’t even think of what to call his tool, much less have it inside her mouth!

“I think you get it now, dontcha?” his weight lifted off the bed and soon enough fingers briefly brushed over the leather strap keeping her cries to a minimum. “I’ll take this off, but if you scream or so much as bite my cock, I’ll snap your neck. I don’t want to end up fucking a corpse. There’s limits to some of the shit I do.”

He’s evil. Pure evil. It was rare for Orihime to think that of a person, but there was no better way to describe Ichigo’s Hollow. The morbid being had no conscience to haunt him for his actions, unlike her. She knew that if she did what he wanted, she would blame and berate herself for the rest of her life.

I hate being so weak. If I had been stronger I wouldn’t be here like this.

The leather strap that had been digging into the corner of her lips was loosened and she felt relieved at being able to move her lips. The strap had been cutting into her skin until it was raw. She wasn’t sure if her mouth was bleeding, but it stung, as did her gums.

Then the bed dipped close to her head and out of reflex she jerked her head towards the Hollow that surely was positioning himself to be serviced.

“Remember what I told you.”

She nodded jerkily, not wanting to upset him again.

He chuckled softly and grasped her chin in such a way that not only did he angle her face but pulled her mouth open.

“Dontcha worry. I’ll play with you while you do it, so it’ll be really good,” she could hear the laughter in his voice.

Play with me?

The bedsprings sung squeakily as he angled his body and fingertips ran down her inner thigh. That was when she knew what he meant with ‘play’. One long finger ran up and down her wet slit, putting the right amount of pressure upon reaching her nub. She couldn’t believe how wet she had gotten during his abuse, practically leaking juice onto the mattress much to her shame.

“See? I’ll even make your pussy feel nice. Ain’t I just so generous?”

Something warm and blunt nudged her lips after those words and her eyes nearly bulged out of their sockets when she realized that it was his… even having it brushing her lips couldn’t give her enough courage to call ‘it’ any name.

“You better open your mouth before really pissing me off,” he warned, slowly rotating his finger over her clit. Only she had touched that part of herself before and it had never been sexual. Knowing that it could feel so shamefully good to have someone else touching it came as a surprise.

Gathering up enough nerve, she parted her lips and allowed her tongue to come out. In the past she had heard other girls of doing something like that before, but hearing about something was totally different than doing it yourself. She couldn’t begin to guess what the skin would feel like sliding in her mouth or its taste. Just theory. Lick, put in mouth, and suck.

Her tongue touched the tip and it tasted oddly salty as something wet seeped out. Curious about that, she licked again, a little harder this time and the column of flesh shuddered as the Hollow gasped.

“I don’t think you need more instructions. Keep going,” he muttered, his finger alternating between sliding over her slit to lightly pinching her clit within the folds.

For some reason his response flattered her, as dumb as it may sound. She raised her head off the mattress by a couple of inches, not really knowing what to do, to capture that wet thick rounded tip into her mouth. A dark part of her mind wanted to please him, to make him react to what he was forcing her to do. Having the head of his sex in her mouth, she gave it a single tight suck, not quite ready to put more of him in. He already felt big enough and her lips stretched in having him there.

Should I…?

Confused over what she was supposed to do from there, she almost gagged when the Hollow jerked his hips so more of him slid inside. Inches upon inches impaled her until ending at her throat, making it hard for her to breathe.

“Suck on it, dammit!” he was growing impatient at her uncertainty.

Wincing at the reprimand, she slid her head in an experimental long suck and found out that it was easier for her to breathe in doing so as long as she only drew in air through her nose and kept the tip from staying in the back of her throat for so long. Pulling back to draw it back in, she was growing accustomed to feeling him within her mouth.

He moaned and his fingers began to tug and pinch at her clit. It should have been painful to be handled that way, but she was so overcome with the new experience of sucking him that she didn’t care, though her thighs trembled at her sex being so tenderly abused. Little by little, he began to thrust back at her head, not harshly like that first jerk of his hips. He had probably noticed that she wouldn’t be able to pleasure him better if she couldn’t breathe due to having her head pinned down to the bed.

The mattress began to squeak again and she vaguely felt him shift above her so that his thighs were on either sides of her head as she continued to thrust upwards at him, taking more of that hard flesh in with every tight suck. Straddling her head without settling in his weight, the Hollow pushed back to meet her lips, gasping and groaning as if in relief.

The hand he had pleasuring her swollen clit left her and she whimpered around his sex in protest at having it removed. However, it wasn’t long before she felt a wet tongue sharply spear her nether-lips. She shuddered when both of his hands rested on the inside of her thighs to spread her better for his mouth and his lips opened over her clit to draw it in. The pleasure pooling in her sex as he thrust his tongue deeply into her to later drag it out, intentionally pressing against her nub languidly had her moving her head faster. Somehow her gag reflex was gone and so was inhibition as she relaxed her throat enough to let him go further with every pump.

Something soft and warm slapped her nose, but she paid it no mind. She was too far gone at feeling her sex being ravished by that long wet appendage that was now flicking ravenously. His breath was beginning to come out in pants and it heated her sleek folds even more that they already were adding more to the new sensations. It tickled but in a good way. It was indescribable to even say how it felt to have that sensitive little pouch of skin being pressed and rubbed so persistently.

The thick organ she kept suctioning with abandon became even harder, more like stone. That ache in her belly grew stronger, bringing a desperation to experience whatever was eluding her, and unbeknownst to her she was pushing her hips up to press her sex against his face to create more delicious friction.

Her cry of release vibrated around his sex as her body shivered like a leaf in the wind, and even though her lower body was living the most intense frightening pleasure imaginable, she kept sucking hard and fast, practically moving like a piston over his quivering sex that flexed at her speed. If only she could use her hands to…

A warm mass shot into the back of her throat and she couldn’t keep herself from swallowing what came out of him in stunning harsh squirts. It was so much that he released that some of it spilled out of the corner of her mouth and ran down her cheek in a slow tear. He gave a couple of small thrusts to ride out the waves of his orgasm before he eventually began to raise his cock so that only the tip was within her.

“NO! NO YOU FUCKIN’ BASTARD!”

Orihime flinched at his sudden angry bellows and became even more frightened when the bed began to quake and screams echoed throughout the vast walls of the abandoned building.

“THAT MOTHER-FUCKER!”

The body that had been hovering over her fell away, removing his cock from her mouth and all she do was tremble in that bed, listening to the furious vicious curses and thrashing on the floor.

“YOU CAN HAVE THE SHINIGAMI, BUT I CAN’T HAVE MY LIL’ HIME?! YOU GREEDY FUUUUUUCK LET ME FINISH--!” A long pained yell had her heart skip a beat. It almost made her feel bad for the Hollow, because he sounded as if he were being tortured.

Then there was silence and something that was similar to sobbing pants.

“Inoue…?”

Clearing her throat, still feeling that thick cum running down the inside of her throat, she managed to whisper back, “Kurosaki-kun?”

“SHIT! SHIT! THAT SICK BASTARD!”

She nearly jumped out of her skin at hearing Ichigo shout so violently. Many times in the past she had heard him yelling, but never the way he was now.

He’s very mad.

Guilt had her bottom lip tremble, and her eyes burned. It was her fault that this had happened. She had to have done something to that Hollow in order to have him come out, right? He wouldn’t do something just because he felt like it…

It’s all my fault…

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Author’s Note: