Author's Notes: Well, this is a horse of a different color. I have taken it upon myself to try and write a short one-shot between two characters who would hardly ever have a chance to be together. I am working under limited knowledge of certain subjects, such as the Hueco Mundo, the Hougyoko, the Arrancar storyline, and some other characters besides the main ones. And seeing as how this story is only less than 2,300 words, there will probably be many mistakes.

Anyway, this scene features a Lemon between Orihime and Nnoitra. Sick? Yes. Probable? Maybe. A good read? That's for you, the reader, to decide. Some of the characters may seem OOC, and I really apologize for that. In fact, the only one that is maybe in character is Nnoitra himself. Also, I do plan on doing other short fics like this, and I would for them to be connected somehow, if not sequels. I do plan on pairing up Orihime with Grimmjow, Ichimaru (I know, I know, MatsumotoXGin forever), and Ulquiorra. It's just to experiment with how she would interact with them, and also its just an excuse to write a dirty one-shot.

This is my first Bleach fic, please be gentle. All characters belong to Kubo Tite, of course. And now... on with this show! Read and review afterwards.

Scene 1 - Nnoitra

She had been there for five months. Time seemed to stand still, stagnant like a pond cut off from its river. There were no windows, and no way of telling what time it was. The girl had tried in vain to keep track of how many hours had dragged on by when her meals were given, and her sanity hung onto that thread for weeks.

That thread broke when she heard an argument outside the door between Syazel and Aizen.

"What are you doing Syazel?" Aizen asked in a calm voice.

"I'm giving your little princess her food, as ordered," he replied, spitting out the words like poison.

"My orders were to keep her fed with exactly three meals a day, not three a week. I can't have her fainting from malnutrition when we are so close to completing the plan."

"She's survived this long, who cares how much she eats as long as she's alive," he retorted.

"I will not tolerate your disobedience, Syazel," Aizen warned, his voice rising.

"Fine, I quit. I'm tired of feeding this stupid girl. Get Ulquiorra or someone to do it, not me." A loud clatter made Orihime jump. Syazel must have dropped the tray outside, and sure enough, she heard the miffed Espada walk away. She held her breath as she listened against the door, and her stomach growled loudly. As if that was his cue, Aizen opened the door, holding her food tray in one hand.

Not even realizing it, she eyed the tray hungrily. Was it really true that she hadn't been given food for a couple of days. If so, then she really had lost all track of time. Even if she did ask how many days had past, she knew deep down that it might not make a difference.

Aizen shut the door behind him, bringing the tray to her bed. She followed him, not caring what sort of gruel they were giving her this time.

"My apologies, I didn't realize Syazel was being so insubordinate." As she approached him, he stepped out of the way. From his point of view, she looked like a starved child, thin and frail. Orihime wasted no time in eating every crumb on her place, then drinking all of the water in the flask. However, the perpetual emptiness still lingered, eating away at her insides.

"I'll have someone else bring your food from now on. Someone who does not readily disobey me." Aizen turned to leave.

"Thank you," she replied quietly. Then he was gone and she was left with nothing but her thoughts.

"That stupid whore... she things she's so special!" Syazel shouted, stomping his foot on the floor. "There was a reason I wouldn't feed her. I was hoping she would keel over and die, but no! Aizen just has to keep fattening her up, like she's some spoiled brat. She's nothing more than a dog!"

"Syazel, shut your fucking hole. I can't even hear myself think," snapped Nnoitra. He brandished his zanpakuto aimlessly as he reclined in a chair.

"I'm telling you, she's completely useless! I mean, all she does is sit and cry all the time." With no warning, the fifth Espada stood up, walked swiftly over to Syazel, and knocked him hard on the back of the head with his sword.

"Ow! What was that for?!" he cried out.

"Just shut up."

"What the hell?" Nnoitra gave him a glare strong enough to make him go silent... then a large grin curled across his pale face.

"I'll bet she has her uses," he muttered, his eyes glittering with malice.

"What do you mean?" the other asked, rubbing the back of his head.

"I'm sure Aizen's little pet gets lonely. I'm going to keep her... company," he replied, letting the last word drip like honey. Syazel caught on and ran after Nnoitra, who was already headed towards the girl's holding cell.

"N-no way. If Aizen catches you over there, he'll kill you!" But the tall Arrancar wasn't listening. He was already imagining himself in the girl's room, smiling gleefully as she would try to evade him. He would overpower her, teach the girl her place. Oh, he couldn't wait to hear her screams...

By this time, Nnoitra was using Sonido just to get to Orihime's room faster, and Syazel gave up chasing him. What did he care what Nnoitra did to the girl? As long as he didn't do anything stupid like kill her off, it would be fine. He didn't feel like answering to Aizen after what had happened.

Orihime had nearly fallen into a light, restless sleep. For once, it wasn't hunger that kept her awake. She was thinking of Ichigo again, and that there was nothing more that she wanted but to be by his side. All the times he had told her that a battle would be too dangerous, she never listened. Instead, she would train underneath the tutelage of Kisuke Urahara, perfecting her shields and healing powers.

But she felt that because she had trained so fervently, that was why she had gotten herself in the situation she was in now. Captured by the enemy. If only she had listened to him... Now she had the power to manipulate space and time itself, all in an effort to prove to Ichigo that she was useful. A tear rolled down her cheek as she sat up in bed, hugging her knees to her chest.

"I am useful... and useless too," she whispered forlornly. A shiver went down her spine, like a cold finger tracing a line on her back. For some reason, saying the first part out loud made her feel... better.

"I am useful," she repeated, her voice getting a little louder. The words echoed between the walls. Someone once told her that there was power in words. She was starting to believe them.

"I am useful!" she cried, standing up on the floor, and wiping her tears away. "I am--"

Suddenly the door burst open. Tall and menacing, Nnoitra the Fifth Espada, stood there. He licked his lips with fervor before he finished her sentence.

"All... mine."

Instinctively, Orihime sat on the bed, not saying another word. As her brain took in everything about this intimidating form before her, from his tall, lanky stature, to the lecherous grin on his face, she barely had time to realize that he was coming closer. His long, pale fingers stretched towards her person. Gray eyes darted around, spotting the zanpakuto at his side. No... was he going to kill her? Her mind raced as she thought of a reason why he would do such a thing, but then she remembered that he was an Arrancar, maybe an Espada. All she knew about them was the single desire to kill and utterly destroy.

Nnoitra finally closed the distance and grabbed the front of her white dress, pulling her to his eye level.

"So this is Aizen's little pet?" he taunted. Orihime flinched when his tongue darted out as he spoke. She thought she saw something written on it; a tattoo maybe? So he was an Espada.

"I-is that what he says I am?" she gasped. His grip, however light he thought it may be, was beginning to choke her.

"Oh yes, they all talk about you. About your power to not only heal wounds, but how you reverse time and matter." With a disgusted groan, he tossed her on the mattress and watched as she scrambled to right herself. His eyes didn't miss the subtle movement of her breasts, heaving with each breath she took.

"Everyone always asks if you can really do what you say. But some of them ask why you are still here. It's nearly December, so surely the Hougyoku will be ready to awaken soon. What will happen to you after that? And on and on they go." Orihime swallowed nervously at his remarks. She was becoming more scared with every word he said.

"Well," he continued, leaning into her person, "I have my own question. I'm sure you'll find it simple and easy to answer."

"What?" she breathed, her fear at its peak. Her heartbeat almost went through the roof as he breathed into her ear.

"Has Aizen... fucked you yet?" Every word was emphasized and she made to shove him away, no matter what rank he was as an Espada. But Nnoitra was quick and made little work of pinning her small frame against the bed. Her screams were muffled from the pillow as he twisted her arm behind her back.

"Come now, pet, don't be difficult. Just say yes or no."

"Aghh!" she shrieked in pain, his thumb pressing down on a pressure point. "N-no... no!" He released her and she clenched her arm underneath herself, trying to will the pain away.

"Very good, pet," he growled. Orihime nearly bit her tongue from stifling her next scream, for he had crept his hands, finger by finger, around her hips. She couldn't help but whimper slightly as he bent down against her back, dipping the tip of his tongue inside her ear.

"Has anyone fucked you yet?" Unlike last time, she answered immediately, not wanting to repeat what just happened.

"No..." Nnoitra growled against her cheek, pressing his hands upward into her pelvis, grinding himself into her backside.

"Ah, that's too bad. But... all the more fun for me." The young girl was now fully aware of his intentions, and she desperately wanted to flee. However, the promise of pain was still so fresh in her mind and body, that she imagined there was no way to escape the Espada. What should she do?

Her actions were about to be decided for her, for his hands were sliding underneath her dress, groping and pinching. Several strands of his long black hair fell in front of her vision, reminding her that no matter how hard she tried to imagine, he was not and could not be Ichigo. Orihime was praying for anything else to happen... anything but this. Please...

"I'll be sure that at least one of us will enjoy this, pet. Feel free to join in whenever you wish."

Nnoitra had felt every inch of her body, and she was about to feel every inch of him. He teased her body briefly in all the right places, just enough for her to be moist enough for his inevitable violation. Tears streamed down her face, and he reveled in her pain, moaning lecherously as he licked her cheeks. He had ripped away her outfit, and the cold, stale air made her shiver. To her chagrin, she felt her nipples harden against the chilled air. So did he. Nnoitra wouldn't keep his hands away from them, constantly squeezing and prodding her flesh. She endured his forcefulness up until he began kissing her on the lips.

It could hardly be called kissing, for all he was doing was forcing his long tongue into her mouth, causing her to struggle with breathing. He kept his eyes wide open, fully immersed in her torture. Finally, she couldn't take it anymore and she began a second wave of resistance. With all her might, she bit his tongue, causing him to withdraw in anger. She didn't waste a single moment and she scrambled away from him and ran to the door, not caring if she was nude. With a cry of triumph, she opened the door and made her escape. The figure of Ichigo Kurosaki stood before her, and she ran to him, enveloped in his arms. She was so glad...

...Nnoitra thrust into her from behind, issuing a painful cry from the orange-haired captive. It hurt so much... She cursed her hopeless prayers that she would be saved, but then after that she couldn't think. As the Fifth Espada moved thickly inside of her, she yelled hoarsely from each wave of pain. He filled her to the hilt with every push, every shove... in and out. It seemed to last for hours, and soon she was clutching the pillow beneath her, soaking it with her tears. He would change pace every few minutes, adjusting himself to his liking. Sometimes he would bury himself so deep, she felt the pressure against her cervix and couldn't help but scream again. He would dig his fingers into her breasts, enjoying the feel of her soft skin and how every move he made seemed to issue some sort of sound, whether pain or pleasure. Orihime was so ashamed of some of the moments where she found herself liking his rough pace, and how he seemed to fondle all the right places.

What was absolutely most embarrassing was that she was silently longing for release of her own climax. The heat building inside of her was unbearable and she couldn't take it anymore. She blocked out all sounds and sight, and soon afterwards, moved her own hand between her legs, fingering herself. Immediately, she had to bite off a moan of pleasure into the thick pillow, because that's exactly what she needed. Her fingers slid against her aching clit, and the waves of pleasure seemed to roll over her. To her utter vexation, she felt herself involuntarily thrusting against him, focusing on her upcoming orgasm. Her face flushed as she rubbed herself, a sticky liquid covering the length of her fingers.

Nnoitra was now at the point where he was pounding against her, fully relishing the feel of her. Orihime felt one of his hands leave her hip and slid up to her breast, pinching the erect nipple. She finally gave a full-fledged scream, and she lifted her head, gasping for breath. The next moment, his hand was covering her mouth, stifling her moans. In a panic, she tried to shake him off, scared of suffocation. As if in harsh reply, he traced her lips with the pad of his thumb, then shoved his middle and forefingers inside her mouth. On pure instinct, she began to suck on them, finding herself moaning into his hand. The young girl suddenly felt her vaginal walls begin to contract against his manhood, and she had to hold herself back from biting into his flesh from sheer euphoria. Pure heat seemed to pool into her womb, dropping downward. She came hard, tensing up beneath the Fifth Espada, riding out her orgasm. To Orihime's surprise, she climaxed again, pressing against the swollen pearl between her nether lips. It was difficult to gasp for breath with Nnoitra's fingers violating her mouth. Her insides contracted again and again, sending that hot and lustful feeling through her. A trickle of thick liquid ran down her inner thigh. Her heart was beating so fast.

She began to see stars in her eyes and she realized that he wasn't stopping for her to relax. The pain returned, and she became aware of the white walls around her, and the groans of lust from behind, as well as the long digits in her mouth, covered in her saliva and tears. All of these factors made it difficult to pass out, and she was forced to realize that her pleasure played no part in this. To think that she could steal herself away by getting caught up in this sexual act was pure folly. Orihime's heart sank and she wished more than ever to be with Ichigo...

After such a long time, he finally began to come to his climax, squeezing her sore hips as he spilled himself inside her. She felt a white-hot wetness gush into her womb. Nnoitra let out a groan of selfish satisfaction before pulling away. Her body dropped forward, numb and tingling. A sigh of utter relief came from her lips, and she passed out as soon as his hands left her. The Espada looked down upon her as he dressed himself, wondering if it would be worth it again if he had the chance. She was a good fuck, after all.

....

"Nah," he said to himself, and disappeared from the room.

Tsuzuke~

Author's Note: Aghh, that was painful to write. But strangely fulfilling as well. Anyway, next up is Ichimaru and Orihime. Yikes! Please review, okay? I'll love you and bear your children if you do.