Crossbreeding the Future

Chapter 6

Broken



“I live to serve your will, in what ever way you see fit, Aizen-sama.”



The words, spoken with a voice so dead it was a wonder it could even be heard, tore a hole into Isane’s heart, more so because she had been used as a pawn to secure them.



With those words the reiatsu that had been woven around the young taichou through out the last four weeks constricted, binding Toshiro to Aizens will. His eyes were as dead as his voice, his once clean body covered in the numerous scars of his torture.



She couldn’t stop the tears from falling as she watched the final traces of the kidou finish binding him. The smile on Aizen’s face was one of his rare, true smiles as he gazed down at the bowing form of Toshiro.



Four weeks of physical and mental torture led up to this day. A day of physical torture followed by two of mental as his wounds were healed. She had lost count how many times Aizen and Gin had raped and tortured her before him under the guise of being his childhood friend.



Isane wasn’t sure who she hated more, Aizen or his Zanpakuto for giving him the ability to make things appear how he wanted them to. She knew what was about to happen and thus wasn’t surprised when Aizen finally shattered the illusion surrounding her, letting Toshiro know it hadn’t been Hinamori that had been tortured beside him for four weeks, but rather her.



She ignored Aizen’s taunting speech, noting that despite the revelation Toshiro still had a defeated, broken look in his eyes. She had expected him to hate her for her role in his breaking, but apparently he was so broken now that he didn’t even acknowledge the statements.



Now that her role was complete she wondered if Aizen was going to just kill her now, or hand her over to one of the Arrancar to breed with. The thought of more rape was not pleasant and it disappointed her to note she was use to it now.



To both of their surprise they were actually dismissed and ordered to join the others. She caught a hint of light in Toshiro’s eyes at the thought of getting to see the others. Perhaps he wasn’t beyond the point of saving.



Matsumoto was doing better these last few weeks, or at least Barragan’s minions didn’t drop her off with blood flowing down her legs and covered in bruises anymore. She still walked gingerly and her wrist were rope burned, but at least she didn’t look like death warmed over anymore.



Isane led the way, noting that this was the first time Toshiro had even been permitted outside of the room he had been kept in since their capture. He was walking unsteadily, having not been forced to really use his legs in four weeks as he had spent most of that time strapped between poles or laying down recovering from being strapped between poles.



“Hinamori?” His voice cracked as he asked.



“Not here.” She answered. “Other then Hanataro the others will be in the room we are heading to.”



They arrived at the door, guarded by two Arrancar she had never bothered to learn the names of. They let them pass into the room, all eyes turning to face them. There was silence, and then in a flash of reddish blond hair Matsumoto had Toshiro crushed to her chest, sobbing as she hugged him tightly.



“Matsumoto…”



Hesitantly he returned her embrace, holding onto her tightly as she sobbed. After a few minutes they broke apart and he acknowledged the others. Unohana quickly checked him over, a sad expression on her face as she noted all the marks on his body.



“I find it hard to believe Aizen-sama would let you out of his sight. What happened, Hitsugaya-san?” Unohana asked.



He dropped his gaze, unable to look at any of them as he explained the binding Aizen had placed upon him, that he had locked with his own words. There was no pity in the others eyes, only a grim understanding.



In turn it was Matsumoto who caught him up on what had been done to them, including Unohana’s condition. He couldn’t even appear to be horrified. He had been forced to watch the tapes of Matsumoto’s hours of rape and witnessed first hand Isane’s.



He couldn’t bring himself to tell Matsumoto he knew, had been forced to watch. She was almost broken as it was, no longer having the strength to fight against Barragan. Were they ever going to get away from this hell?



He was trapped as long as Aizen was alive to command him, but surely there must be a way to get the others out. Some way that didn’t involve using their reitasu as the only one unsealed was Hanataro, who was useless in a fight.



There had to be a way to unseal everyone and find their Zanpakuto’s. He knew where his was, back in Aizen’s throne room shattered and pinned to the wall. But what about the others?



He would have to see if they could find them. If all of them got their blades back they stood a chance of escaping. The they being the others. As long as Aizen was still alive and binding him he would be trapped by Aizen’s will.

So trapped in fact it was probably best if he wasn’t around them at all. With a single word Aizen could force him to kill them, or worse. But that was a problem for another day, today it was just nice to be out of his cage and being able to see the others.











She felt her heart tear when she saw him, his young body now covered in scars and his sea green eyes dead. She didn’t want to know what Aizen had done to him to break him to this point.



She felt so dead, seeing him acting like a statue. Not even affectionately calling him Shiro-chan elicited a response. She felt a mixture of rage and hopelessness settle upon her shoulders, much more of the later then the former.



When they were picked up that evening to return to their masters quarters, she gave him one last embrace before following Nirgge back to her room where she was once again chained to the bed.



She curled up in the corner, knowing that it would be exactly one hour before Hanataro would arrive with her dinner, and then two hours after that Barragan would arrive to force himself upon her.



She felt jealous of Unohana, being paired with the only person who wasn’t a sick freak and then being the first to get knocked up, although she wasn’t sure how she felt about getting fat and giving birth, especially to something bred by Barragan.



Dinner came and went, Hanataro his normal, trying to be cheerful self to cheer her up. She appreciated the effort, but it didn’t change or stop what she knew was coming. She clutched the kimono closer to her body, enjoying the feel of silk on her skin that indicated she still had clothing on.



She found it somewhat ironic that the silk he forced upon her was some of the highest grade and would have fetched a fortune few would have been able to afford back home.



She heard the main door open and knew Barragan was back and would be heading her way. Shuddering, she took the kimono off, folded it neatly, and set it on the table beside the bed before curling up again.



She found the less she fought, the less he would hurt her and Unohana’s warning about being raped to death floated through her brain. She also didn’t want Toshiro to see her covered in her own blood and unable to walk.



Barragan walked in, shedding his clothing and setting a jar on the table next to her kimono. He sat on the edge of the bed and grabbed her chin, forcing her to look into his eyes.



“Are we going to behave tonight?” He demanded as he did every night for the last three weeks.



Holding back a sob, she forced herself to nod her head for the first time ever. He seemed surprised by her submission, but quickly covered it with a grin before handing her the jar.



With trembling hands she dipped her fingers into it, coating them in oil before quickly applying it to Barragan, trying not to think about what she was doing while she coated him.



Once he was well oiled she tried to wipe her hands on the bed sheet, but his large hands caught her wrist and ordered her to continue until he said otherwise. Closing her eyes and holding back tears she did as ordered, fondling him until he finally let her stop and ordered her to lay down.



It was difficult to do, like her body was struggling through molasses as she lay down on the bed, spreading her legs and letting him settle on her. To her surprise he actually undid the chains.



Her hands fell to her sides and she clutched the bed sheets, trying to ignore the feeling of his mouth as it explored her face and neck and his hands as they groped her breast and ass. She remained still beneath him, trying to think about anything other then what she was letting him do to her.



She froze when he spoke to her, not accustom to him speaking while forcing himself upon her. She was so surprised she didn’t even register what he had ordered, making him scowl at her and repeating the order.



“Since you seem so co-operative tonight, I will take you the way I prefer.” He withdrew from her body, giving her a fair bit of space. “On your hands and knees.” He ordered sharply, his voice oddly slurred.



She stared at him in disbelief, but trembling obeyed. His weight settled upon her back and she braced herself against it. One hand quickly went back to fondling her breast while the other guided him into her before joining the first. The addition of the oil made his entrance a thousand times less painful.



Once seated inside her he began his thrust, grunting in pleasure while she braced herself, trying once again to escape from reality but found it hard with his hands gripping her breast painfully and his teeth biting her shoulders and neck.

Here she was, silently and obediently taking his abuse. Tears began to roll down her face as she realized they had broken her. She had stopped resisting, silently accepting her fate.



She was only dimly aware when he was finished with her, when her insides were filled with his fluids and he withdrew from her, gathering his clothing and leaving while complimenting he was pleased with her obedience. She fell to her side, back facing the door and cried all the harder, curling up as she did do.



She looked up when she heard someone enter. It was one of his Fracción, the shorter one that looked like a cat. He dropped off a steaming bucket with a cloth and what appeared to be a small bottle of sake.



“Barragan-sama was pleased with your performance.” He explained before turning and leaving.



She hit the bucket first, using the cloth provided to clean herself with the warm water and ease the pain. No amount of water could ever wash away her shame, but it did help to make her feel a little less dirty.



It had been so long since she got to enjoy the taste of sake and she drank it slowly, savoring every last drop as it burned it way pleasantly down her throat, warming her stomach as it hit bottom.











“Good morning, Unohana.” Lilenette chirped as she bounded into the room



“Good morning, Unohana-taichou.” Hanataro added.



“Good morning, Lilinette-san, Hanataro-san.” She greeted them pleasantly, slowly sitting up and nudging her bed mate awake.



She had been surprised when Stark had informed her she was to stay with him, despite no longer needing to bed her. In fact Lilinette and Hanataro now shared their evenings, playing various games some times in assorted teams, some times as free for all.



Stark usually won them, unless they were playing something that was based more on luck then strategy, then it could be anyone’s game.



To her surprise she found herself enjoying her evenings. Hanataro had gained a lot of confidence living with Lilinette and she was pleased to see that in the young man. Now if only they were not slaves here.



“Morning already?” Groaned Stark, sitting up beside her.



“Indeed. It would appear breakfast has arrived, Stark-sama.” She smiled softly.



She held back a chuckle when she noted her tray was the exact set up they fed pregnant women in the 4th and knew Hanataro most likely had a hand in it. To her surprise it appeared as if their subordinates would be joining them for breakfast.



“Are you feeling, alright, Unohana?” Lilinette asked.



“Perfectly healthy, thank you, Lilinette-san.”



“You sure?”



Unohana couldn’t help but to smile at the young woman, catching on to what she really wanted to know.



“I wont feel the effects of the child for some time. Hanataro-san could answer all you questions easily.”



“Really?”



He nodded, clearly embarrassed.



“So start speaking, Dorei-chan.”



“Um, in the first few months…..”



Unohana tuned him out, pleased that Lilinette actually seemed interested and was listening in rapt attention.



“Oi, brat, don’t you got more meals to deliver?” Stark asked, breaking into the lecture at one point.



“No, I paid off one of the others to do it.” She dismissed before ordering Hanataro to continue with the explanations.



He sighed in exasperation and Unohana couldn’t help but to chuckle. She wasn’t sure what she was expecting out of the arrancar since the only feed back she had was from the few attacks that had been launched before her mission, so it surprised her they could have as many emotions as Lilinette did.



Watching the young woman she couldn’t help but to compare her to a lost child desperately looking for a family and she wondered who Lilinette had been before she had died and what had turned her into a hollow.



After breakfast and the two youngsters left, Stark sat there studying her.



“What is it, Stark-sama?” She asked.



“She likes you.” He commented. “On a good day I can’t get her to listen.”



“She needs a mother.” She found herself saying. “All young girls do.”



He sighed in agreement. She may be an arrancar, but she was still young.



“Do you know what Aizen-sama will do with the child when it is born?” She found herself asking. “Or what he will do

with me after?”



“Probably nothing until it is old enough to be trained. As for the other, Aizen is a patient man, he will probably let his ‘brood mares’ rest between births so as not to risk killing them in child birthing until after he has enough he can risk a few losses.”



“I see. There are only four of us right now, five if you count Isane-san, that is not a lot of breeding stock to work with if he wants to avoid inbreeding.”



“He will just catch or train more breeding stock.”



She felt her heart chill slightly at the thought of Aizen hunting down female Shinigami just so he could chain them up and let his Arrancar rape them to create a new species.



“And you agree with this?” She asked softly.



“No.” He admitted after a moment. “But he made us what we are, something other then mindless beast starving for souls. He is stronger then the rest of us and as such is our leader. To defy him is to die. Have you always agreed with your leaders orders?”



She couldn’t argue that logic nor answer in the negative to his question.



“No.” She admitted. “Why?” She suddenly asked.



“Why what?”



“Why are you keeping me here? I doubt Aizen-sama cares now that I am with child.”



“Lilinette asked me to.” He answered after a moment.



She couldn’t help but to smile. Indeed, he would make a good father, and she wondered when the time came if he would be able to hand the child over to Aizen depending on Aizen’s plans for it.













Rukia was in a panic. She was late. She should have had it last week according to her calculations, but her fears wouldn’t be justified until next week when Aizen tested them all again.



“It was one time on one night. How could this happen? Nii-sama is going to kill me.” She groaned.



“Something crawl up your ass and die, Shinigami?”



She jumped, then turned a glare to Grimmjow.



“I am late.” She responded.



“Late?” He looked at her confused.



“Yes, late.”



“Late for what woman?”



“Ask Halibel, I don’t feel like explaining it.” She turned red in embarrassment.



“I don’t feel like asking her.”



“Let’s just say that if my prediction is right we wont need to pay another visit to the living world for the next round of tests.”



She froze after saying that. If she had remained quite she might have gotten to go to the living world again and pass on more information. She was becoming as light headed as Ichigo could be.



But kami if she was right. She would have to see if she could get Unohana or even Hanataro to check her over.



“Unohana could probably confirm it at this point.”



“It is time to drop your hide off there anyway.”



As was becoming usual they were the last to arrive. Unohana’s collar was already removed and Rukia began to wonder if Stark even bothered to put it on her anymore. Grimmjow didn’t leave this time, instead he leaned against a wall with his arms crossed and ordered Unohana to ‘check her.’



Unohana looked at them confused until Rukia spoke two little words just loud enough for the woman to hear, but not her brother.



“I’m late.”



Understanding lit upon Unohana’s face and she got Rukia to lay down before activating the appropriate Kidou without a word. It was a quick and easy spell that was used as often on live stock as people.



“Well?” Rukia asked nervously.



Unohana removed her hand from Rukia’s stomach and gave her a small nod in confirmation.



She wasn’t sure if she should be thrilled or terrified.



“Yes or no?” Grimmjow barked.



Rukia was too stunned to answer, her body trembling and if she hadn’t already been sitting down she would have collapsed.



“Yes.” Unohana answered for her.



He smirked in triumph before laughing hysterically.



“This is too rich. Ichigo, you really are something.”



His laughter could be heard continuing most of the way down the hallway as he left until he was too far away for the sound to filter through the walls.



Rukia curled up, feeling numb. How did Unohana handle this? Maybe they could have a private chat afterwards. Since she had checked Rukia, Unohana checked on Matsumoto as well, sighing and shaking her head in the negative. Testing a theory she checked Isane as well, looking up at her fukutaichou in slight surprise.



Rukia felt as if the cage walls were closing in tighter around the group. Aizen was getting what he wanted, and unlike the children born from a hollow who may demand to feed on the souls of the living to survive, her child would not be born with such a defect.



No matter what powers Ichigo tossed about he was still genetically human. She would sooner die then see her and Ichigo’s child become a pawn for Aizen’s use. After the child was born there was a good chance Aizen might even figure

out who the real father was, especially if it ended up with his hair.



“Isane?” Unohana asked.



“It will be either Aizen or Gin.” Toshiro answered for her.



That announcement made Rukia forget her own problems for a moment as she looked up at Isane in surprise.

“Aizen used Kyoka Suigetsu to make me appear to be Hinamori.” She answered simply, not wanting to go further into the details.



The rest were able to fill in the blanks well enough. The room fell into silence, half of them curled up and trying to fight their way past their emotions about their respective conditions, the rest not really having much that could be said to comfort the others.



After a moment Rukia felt the couch shift and she looked up at Byakuya in shock. There was an expression on his face she had never seen before. Then, he did something she had never dreamed he would ever do.



He pulled her into his embrace and held her, murmuring how it wasn’t her fault and they would deal with the ramifications later. She was stiff at first, but slowly relaxed in his arms.



“It’s like a bloody grave in here.” Lilinette complained as she and Hanataro arrived.



“Lilinette-san.” Unohana chilled her for the language.



The young arrancar actually looked abashed.



“Well it’s true.” She muttered. “You all look like your ready to die.”



Rukia looked around and realized the girl was right. It had taken a month, but they did all appear broken. She shouldn’t be complaining, unlike the others at least she knew Ichigo would care about their child and it would be the only one in the group not conceived by rape.



She was the only one who hadn’t been tortured in anyway other then Hanataro. She was being selfish, she could deal with this. The others had it much harder then she did.



“Is that lunch?” She asked, trying to lighten the mood a bit.



“Yep. Dorei-chan helped to prepared it.” Lilinette beamed.



Hanataro looked slightly embarrassed, but was smiling with a bit of pride at having accomplished something and receiving praise.



“You helped to, Lilinette-sama.” He pointed out.



Rukia caught the blush on the young arrancar’s face and couldn’t help but to smile slightly.



“It looks excellent.” Unohana complimented.



“Indeed. Will you be joining us?” Rukia added.



“I can’t.” Lilinette admitted, a hint of sadness in her voice. “Aizen-sama is creating another Arrancar and we are all required to attend.”



“Has he replaced his missing Espada yet?” Byakuya asked.



“No, not yet. I know he moved Grimmjow up to fourth, but he hasn’t filled the lower ranks.”



“He must be happy about that.” Unohana commented.



“Not really.” Rukia answered before Lilinette could. “It reminds him too much of Ulquiorra.”



She had never met the former 4th, but had heard about him from Ichigo and learned a lot about him from Grimmjow during his cursing. Come to think of it she had learned a lot of things from his cursing.



Hanataro remained behind, and for the first time ever all the prisoners were together in one room alone.



“No, not prisoners, slaves.” Rukia corrected herself. “Prisoners sit in a cell, slaves were forced to work. Breeding stock.”







Stay tuned for chapter 7: Pregnant



Thank you to everyone who reviewed. And thank you for pointing out the spelling errors, aka Gotie/Gotei(half were spelled one way half the other, go me), Mater/matter. There were a lot more of them hiding in the up coming chapters and thanks to the point out I was able to fix them, got to love the find/replace option :) I really do not mind them being pointed out, it helps me learn after all.



Poor Matsumoto. Things will get better for her eventually, I promise. More twist will be coming with the children too.