Prisoner of War

Chapter 9


Chad could feel the weight of the chains more now than when he arrived to this dismal prison. The torture was intense, brutal and sickly imaginative. Weary as his body was, he was still clear headed enough to keep refusing them what they wanted. Bad for them, worse for himself, but he refused to succumb to the pain. So far he had only been subjected to Aizen and Mayuri, and he rationalized that they would be the only ones to question him. Who else here could be twisted enough to do what they had done to him so far? Gin definitely, but he had only come to observe a few times, getting a morbid enjoyment out of his pain.

One thing he had not expected when they captured him was the metal bands they had locked tight over his biceps. His reiatsu seemed to fade from his grasp as soon as the cool metal was wrestled onto his arms. He assumed that Ichigo and Uryu must have similar bands of some kind that blocked their power as well. A small sliver of information, but it was something at least.

He had been prepared for being kept away from the others. The only one he had seen so far was Orihime, and that was only so she could reject the damage they had done after each session. Seeing her had given him even more resolve. He recalled hearing Aizen warn her not to speak of seeing him to anyone, threatening to do harm to Ichigo if she did. He wanted to strangle the bastard with his bare hands. Pity he couldn't even lift his arms at the time.

Now he couldn't even lift his head from the sheer exhaustion. His back felt like it was on fire from the lashes, and he could feel warm blood dripping from the wounds over his ravaged skin. There was no way of telling time in this dark cell that only promised more agony, and the mind could play tricks when the body was so wounded. It was a cruel lesson he learned quickly after being brought here, but he did not regret his decision. He would chance death if he had to for his friends.

Eyes closed and head hung low, he listened to the two men standing above him. Perhaps they thought he had passed out, or they simply didn't care about keeping quiet in his presence anymore. Either way, they were having a conversation that he took interest in.

"It's been two weeks, and he still isn't talking, Aizen," Mayuri said, wiping blood off his hands with a cloth. "I don't think he will, and if he does, the information he gives you may not be accurate anymore. Nelliel may be long gone from where they were hiding by now."

A deep sigh. "Unfortunate, but I must agree."

"What now?"

A long pause. "Would be a waste to kill him. We'll use him for slave labor along with the rest we have down below."

Mayuri chuckled. "Still keeping them all a secret from the arrancar?"

"No need for them to know. I have hollow under my power that guard them for me."

"You've never really trusted any of them, have you?"

"They trust me. That's all I care about."

"Are you so certain?"

"Have I ever been wrong?."

Mayuri chuckled low. "No, I suppose not. How is Kurosaki?"

Ichigo. Chad listened more intently, forcing his body to stay in a motionless heap.

"Conforming nicely."

"Ah, like a proper puppet."

The room went still and silent long enough for Chad to wonder if he had been left alone. He cracked his eyes open and saw they still stood near enough to touch. He was confused with the sudden halt of conversation, unless his playing possum charade wasn't working anymore.

"Puppet?" Aizen's cool voice spoke, nearly making Chad's body jerk.

Mayuri chuckled again, but the sound was nervous and out of character. "Have I misinterpreted, Aizen?"

"He is mine, but do not assume he is a mere puppet, Mayuri. Even I would be foolish call him that. Do not mistake him for that daughter of yours."

"Well, I was only going on what you just said about his conform."

"I have been Master over him since the beginning yes, but I only give him nudges to move him along. I have never had complete control over his strings. Really, Mayuri, having a mindless doll would be boring."

"Yes," Mayuri mused softly. "Well, do you want me to go get the girl to heal him?"

"Go ahead,.....and take your time about it."

An amused chuckle slowly faded from the room, the slam of the door finally cutting the cruel sound off. Total quiet followed, making the dark interior of the room more foreboding. Chad stayed still, waiting, knowing that Aizen wasn't done with him. He'd be lying to himself if he said he wasn't afraid. His stomach trembled with it, but damn if he would let these fuckers see it.

"Lets not play games," Aizen said, getting a handful of Chad's hair to pull his head up. "We both know you were listening in, and that's okay." Aizen knelt down in front of him, keeping Chad's head up by force.

"What have you done to Ichigo?" Chad croaked from the strain of yelling.

"Not in a position to be asking, now are you?"

"I'm asking anyway," he continued boldly.

Aizen smiled. "I do admire your strength of will. For a human, you are powerful. That's probably why you've been so stubborn about talking. Or maybe, you know something else that's really important?"

"What would I know? I've been living in that damn desert for three years, fighting just to stay alive."

"Indeed. You've been a pain to capture, I'll give you that. Odd though, when we did accomplish getting hold of you, it seemed too easy. Almost as if you handed yourself over." Aizen's head tilted slightly. "Now why would you do that?"

"I don't know what you're talking about. I fought against your arrancar and they took me down. Nothing strange about that. They just got the better of me this time."

"Is that so?"

"What are you going to do? Torture me more? Go ahead, but you'd be wasting your time," Chad said with a new found strength, fighting past the pain that racked his body.

"Another giveaway. You're talking more now than the entire time we've had you here," Aizen smirked.

Chad growled low, and decided to go back to keeping his mouth shut. Aizen wouldn't tell him anything about what was going on with Ichigo, Orihime or Uryu. And now there may be others alive from what he and Mayuri were saying before. He wondered who, but he figured he would find that out soon enough.

"Gone quiet again. Predictable." Aizen stood and let Chad's head drop again as his grip released his sweat soaked hair. "No, torturing you hasn't worked. I wonder what would?"

The door opened and Mayuri stepped in with Orihime, hand on her arm. She had a look of sadness in her eyes when she looked to Chad. She looked that way every time she was brought. He hated seeing her this way. She should be smiling and happy, but these bastards had ruined that for them all. Happiness had no place in Hueco Mundo.

"Orihime," Chad said softly, hiding the pain the best he could.

"You may go, Mayuri. Thank you."

"Of course, Aizen." He left and shut the door behind him.

"Chad," she whispered, standing with her arms around herself, looking like a beautiful doll in the middle of Hell itself.

"Come, Orihime," Aizen said, putting a gentle hand on her shoulder. "I was just having a interesting discussion with Sado here." He laughed soft. "You know, he doesn't like when I call him Chad."

"He's hurt. Can I heal him please?" she whispered, looking at Aizen imploringly.

"I will let you when I see fit." Aizen looked at her coolly. Orihime made a soft sound and looked down to avoid the icy gaze.

"Leave her alone," Chad said, glaring at Aizen, shifting against the chains that held him down.

"Just as I thought," Aizen said softly. "I'd say, you'd tell me just about anything I wanted to know to keep her safe. Isn't that right,.....Chad?" His hand that was so gentle on her shoulder went to her hair and yanked her head back, making her yelp in surprise more than pain.

"Stop it," she whimpered, trying to twist away from his strong grip.

"Let her go!"

"I don't think so, boy!" Too easy he took her struggling body to the floor. She cried out, trying to attack, but he subdued her, laughing all the while as she twisted and fought to get free from beneath him.

"Please, don't. You said you wouldn't hurt me like this. You promised!" Tears spilled over her flushed cheeks. "You told Ichigo you never would!"

"Leave her alone, you bastard!" He pulled and tugged the chains to no avail, too weak from the loss of power and abuse his body had taken.

Aizen ignored him as if he hadn't spoken at all. "She is still a virgin, this lovely flower." He pinned her wrists with one hand with barely an effort and ripped open the front of her dress.

"Dammit!"

Aizen smirked. "Please, stay silent, because the longer you do, the more I'll do to her." He snapped open her bra, freeing her breasts. "Ah, she is a beauty, is she not?"

"Stop," she begged through racking sobs.

No. What was he supposed to do? He had sworn to himself that he wouldn't exposed the others, but how could he not now?

"So pure," Aizen purred, lips wrapping around a nipple to savor.

"Chad," her lips trembled. "Don't tell him anything."

"Orihime." He could see the fear in her eyes, yet she still had strength to suffer this shattering of her innocence.

"Mm." Aizen lifted from her hardened nipple and smiled, ripping her dress open completely. "Will you remain silent, Chad? If she is so willing to go through this, well, I'll be satisfied either way." He laughed, trailing a finger lower. Her legs pressed together in an attempt to keep his hand at bay, but he forced a knee between them to keep them open, sitting on the leg he was straddled over to keep her from bringing her knee up into his groin.

"No," she whimpered, helpless as his fingers brushed between her legs over her panties.

Fuck! Again Chad tugged at the chains, fighting his own desires to tell him everything. If he talked, they would be hunted even more relentlessly. Orihime, God, why Orihime?

"Lets see if you're enjoying this more than you're letting on, girl." Aizen's fingers slid up and down over her covered sex with slight pressure. "You're probably wishing it was Ichigo doing this, yes?"

"Let go," she whispered, voice trembling.

"I can't, my dear. Not until Chad talks, and you just told him not to. What a tangled web." He smirked soft, forefinger working over her bud until he felt the first hot gush of moisture soak the cotton. Face red, she gasped and failed again to close her legs. "Getting wet already."

"Aizen, no!" Chad was losing his resolve.

"Want to talk now?"

"I......"

"Hm. Then remain mute." Aizen's hand slide inside her panties and his fingers tugged her clit, rubbing and twisting it until Orihime was squirming under him, crying and moaning with unwanted pleasure. Tear slide over her cheeks and into her flowing hair.

"Stop it! I'll talk!"

"Chad...don't," she cried out, shivering.

He prayed silently that they would be safe before he spoke. "Nelliel wasn't the only one I was with."

"Keep talking." He took his hand from her sex, but kept her pinned down.

"Isshin and Urahara were traveling with us." Chad kept Karin and Yuzu out of his confession.

"You're lying, you shit!"

Chad looked up at him. "Am I?"

Aizen looked closely at his stricken face and growled. "I killed them both."

"You thought you did. You killed mod souls in convincing gigais." It pained him to confess, but he couldn't stand the thought of Orihime suffering. He looked back toward her and blinked when he saw she was no longer laying beneath Aizen. His confusion deepened when he looked and Aizen was no longer there either. The door swung open and Mayuri entered with Orihime. "What....?"

Aizen laughed softly behind him. "You poor thing. You don't know the power of my zanpakuto. You insignificant, pathetic boy that you are. You were hypnotized by Kyoka Suigetsu, and it was so easy, I didn't even have to work at it.

Orihime looked to Aizen, confused, then to Chad with soft and caring eyes. "Can I heal him, Aizen?" Her voice was soft with a subtle tone of pleading.

"Of course, Orihime. I have a feeling that will be the only comfort he gets now." He laughed and looked at Mayuri. "Nelliel is old news. Now, we have bigger game." He walked quickly from the cell, Mayuri following with a much too excited expression.

"Orihime, I just messed up," he said, still in shock. It had felt and looked so real. How? How!

"Don't worry," she said, bringing up the glow of her healing shield over his back. "Ichigo will make everything right again."

She sounded so certain, but Chad wasn't so sure with everything he had seen since coming here. So many arrancar and espada still resided in this place. So many against the few they had to fight. He thought of what Aizen was saying about Ichigo conforming, and wondered if his friend was truly the same anymore. His faith was wavering as her healing power restored his abused body. Ichigo, are you still you? He couldn't help but wonder.


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Aizen stepped into Ichigo's room, feeling renewed with the days events. His lover was on the bed, nude as if he had been waiting for him to arrive. The smile that spread over Ichigo's face was enough to get his blood pumping hot through his loins. He watched the flex of his muscles as he sat up to give him a better welcome. Mine.

Ichigo," he purred with a need so deep, he almost sounded vulnerable. He pulled him up to capture his lips, and delved his tongue deep to savor the taste of him. Ichigo's nails dug into his neck, and he chuckled soft against his lovers rolling tongue. No one could sate his desire like Ichigo could, this beautiful, sexy ball of abundant energy.

Ichigo pulled soft from the kiss. "Aizen," he whispered.

"Yes?"

"Fuck me."

Aizen chuckled. "Never a need to ask."

"I wasn't asking, I was telling," Ichigo said with a cocky smirk, and rolled his hips to grind against Aizen's erection that was concealed in his pants.

Aizen groaned. "Oh, you are testing me." He pushed Ichigo against the bed, pulling his clothes off as fast as he could so he could feel the hot flesh of his lover against him. He took his body, over and over, relishing his moans and cries for more. With every thrust he was blinded to everything else but Ichigo. Mine, every bit of you is mine. Aizen never noticed Ichigo's cold smile, or the hate in his eyes. How could he when he was so caught in a trap he didn't even know he was in?