Disclaimer: Not mine...

WARNING: this is a very dirty story and meant for mature readers.

Chapter 1

Orihime wiped the tears from her face defiantly as she headed back to Hueco Mundo, just as Ulquioda has instructed her too. He was already waiting for her, in his expressionless green eyes drawing her closer.

"I'm glad you didn't make me chase after you-" he said coldly as he surveyed her.

"I keep my word."

"Good," he stretched out his arm. "Give me back the bracelet."

She pulled it off and dropped it in his hand. "What's going to happen now?"

"Lord Aizen wishes to see you..." said Ulquioda as he turned around and began leading her through a very long corridor that seemed without end. Orihime trailed along wistfully looking over at her shoulder and thinking of everything she was leaving behind.

oOo

Her initial meeting with Aizen had been swift. It had felt like he had merely wanted to test her abilities and determine whether she was really as powerful as Ulquioda had informed him. In those brief minutes she had regenerated Grimmjow's entire arm, although she was still uncertain whether that had been a wise deception. After all he would surely fight Ichigo again. She pushed that thought out of her mind and continued following Ulquioda as Aizen had instructed.

Finally they entered a room. It was like everything else in Hueco Mundo large and empty, the only piece of furniture was a white table in the centre of the room. Ulquioda walked to it and then turned to stare at her. "You'll have to take your clothes of here."

Orihime blinked and immediately backed away. "What?"

"Lord Aizen has commanded you take your clothes off, you will be given new ones."

A deep blush colored her cheeks. "Are you going to watch?"

"I've been told to supervise," he said impassively.

"But-" Orihime's lip quivered. "I don't have to take everything off, do I?"

"His exact words were: She is only permitted to keep her hairpins."

Orihime's face turned redder still but she knew that in Hueco Mundo there was no arguing with Lord Aizen's word. Slowly her fingers trembling she began undoing the buttons of her school shirt. Try as she could Orihime couldn't ignore the way he was looking at her. It made her want to run in the other direction. She finished taking her shirt of and held it in her hand uncertainly.

"Put it on the table," he commanded.

She placed it where he had indicated and unzipped her skirt, which fell to the floor. She stepped away from it and leaned down to pick it up. She then removed her shoes and socks and placed them on the table too. Ulquioda's face remained as blank as ever but there was something different in his eyes.

Orihime was now standing in front of him wearing only her white bra and panties. She had never been in this sort of situation before - and although she hate to admit it - it was a bit exiting. In one brave motion she unhooked her bra, and dropped it on the table. Her face was tomato red now, and she couldn't bare to look at him, although she could feel him looking at her.

Now every time she moved her large breast jiggled, swayed and bounced to full attention. Finally she hooked her hands on either side of her panties and pull them down to the floor. These she didn't pick up, instead she stared defiantly back at Ulquioda, her hands folded over her breasts.

"Now give me my new clothes!" she hissed.

"Of course, follow me," he answered turning swiftly around on the spot and walking towards one of the doors. Orihime followed him in a dash but felt hopelessly vulnerable. Where was he taking her? Might there be other people there?

"Don't worry, these facilities have been vacated," he answered as they entered another room. She shot her head over her shoulder every few steps, half expecting to see an audience observing her humiliating situation. But just as he had said there appeared to be no one. This room was just as vacant as the last, there were white counters all over the walls and a table in the middle where she could see something black. Ulquioda moved to stand next to the table and Orihime realized what lay on it. It was either underwear or a bikini, either way she didn't like where this was going.

He reached out a pale hand and grabbed what looked to her like a black scarf. When he gave it to her she realized that it was in fact black stockings, that were so long they were just five or six inches from her hips. Orihime leaned down and put them on, weary of how much the movement affected her chest. She tried pulling her hair over it so that she might be less exposed but it always seemed to part and expose her.

When she was finished he handed her the next item of clothing: a black thong. Orihime was grateful she was getting clothes but she has never worn anything this revealing. The majority of her butt would hang out. However there was no way she was going to question him - so she put it on. It was very uncomfortable, but at least now her privates were hidden from him.

Lastly Ulquioda handed her a black push-up bra. The instant Orihime saw it she knew it was at least one full cup too small for her. She took it all the same and attempted to put it on. But it was so tight! This was probably a D cup. She struggled to clip it on, and when she did it was even more uncomfortable that the thong. Orihime looked down, a whole lot of her breasts were still showing, popping out of the restrictive fabric from necessity.

Ulquioda was staring at her without expression. "Where's the rest of the clothes?" she ask her hands covering the top of her breasts.

"You don't seem comfortable," he said slowly.

"I'm fine, just give me more clothes."

"Move your hands," he commanded and Orihime obliged. He openly stared at her breasts and she felt herself turn redder.

"That doesn't fit."

"It's fine," she said stubbornly.

"Take it off or I will." She reached over to unclip it and instantly felt relief. She pull it off completely and placed it on the table before crossing her arms over her chest in modesty. "I'm sorry, it appears I estimated the wrong size, what size are you?"

She stared at the ground. It seemed impossible someone would humiliate her so much. She had been stripped and walked naked through a strange place. There could be cameras and people watching. It made her sick, and now he wanted her to reveal something very person and about which she was still self-conscious. "Double E," she said quietly.

He moved away in an instant towards one of the walls and opened the white counters against it. She saw with amazement that they were bra storages, all of them black, and some of them much bigger than her size. He returned with one on hand and gave it to her without another word. Extremely grateful she put it on.

"And the rest of my clothes?" she said quietly.

"They're in the next room, follow me."

They walked through yet another door into yet another empty room. This one was identical to the last except that on the table there was white clothing instead of black, and thankfully they didn't look skimpy at all. He gave the skirt first. It went down all the way to the floor and was made of a thick glossy material. After she had finished putting it on he handed her a long sleeved shirt with puffy shoulders.

Now that she was dressed she felt much safer and even a little grateful that the man that had been chosen to bring her here and watch her wasn't a creep. "Now I will take you to your room. It is in my part of Las Noches. I will come to see you when Lord Aizen tells me to."

Ulquioda made his way through a final door and Orihime trailed along. This time they were in another spacious passage, but the journey took longer. He kept switching corridors and crossing strange empty chambers. Finally he opened a door to a small comfortable looking room with a window and a sofa in the middle.

"You will stay in here and not leave."

"Yes," she said quietly as she went through the door. He closed it behind her, and she was completely along again.

A/N: This is just a fun writing project for me. Not sure where it's going but there will definitely be sex in later chapters. I'd love to hear what you guys think, so please review!