Hi guys!

This is my first attempt of a fanfiction. So please try to be gentle ^.~

He woke up with soaring pain pulsing through his lower back. He couldn't even open his eyes first and then start to notice the pain, it was too intense.

No, he guessed, the fire throbbing in his abdomen was what woke him up, pulling him effortlessly merciless out of the unconscious state he had blissfully been in.

Trying to breath against the pain failed. Calm deep breathes, concentrating all his attention to the point in his body where it was constantly hit by a huge hammerlike motion shooting wave after wave of agonizing pain up his spine.

Against all his efforts a little whimper escaped his tightly closed lips.

Contrary to the believing of his friends he wasn't as dense as he usually acted. He knew exactly what happened right this moment. And even if he were that dense, he doubted anybody remotely intelligent would miss the fact when someone pounded his ass without his consent...

He was being raped.

Anger boiled up through the shock. Hot and destructive. He was nobody you raped and lived long enough to regret it! He reared his shoulders, fought against the weight that tried to hold him down. His hands were shackled tightly to the ground by what he recognized as seki-seki stone. He was in Soul Society? It dawned on him why he felt so worn out, so weak and empty. They had cut him off of his spiritual power and with that from Zangetsu. He was helpless...

Well they thought, he would be.

If he relied solely on his Zanpakuto he wouldn't have survived in the World of the living for long. People always underestimated him. He didn't know why. Was it his hair? Or that he was built slim like a swimmer? It certainly wasn't the fact that he was nice to each and everyone he met. His constant frown made sure no one approached him lightly. Well fuck that! Somebody had done exactly that.

Above him the person began to groan like a boar in death agony and his thrusts became even harder and more erratic. It hurt like a bitch. He always had thought himself a tough little soldier with all the pain he endured fighting. He had died a few times as well and not that "drop dead and feel nothing" kind of experience. The pain was excruciating. But now? It reached so deep inside him, tender places that were never meant to be touched... He was torn inside he knew it. He could feel it every fucking thrust that motherfucker did with his overgrown cock. Scratching the raw skin of his once-thought exit only... Not stopping once or slowing down. Constantly thrusting and hurting him more.

A little agony-caused groan that melded into a drawn out whimper fast left his tight lips. That asshole had done something so he reached even deeper, his thrusts now without any rhythm but hard fast and as deep as he could. When he felt the cock inside him stiffen and spurt a warm sticky fluid into his channel, tears of disgust and despair ran down his cheeks.

He realized he couldn't do anything but grit his teeth in his weakened state. Suppressing the cries of sorrow and hurt from spilling over his dry cracked lips. How long had he been unconscious? All of his body felt like it had been tied down and groped for quite a while without a pause or washing. There was a gooey dry substance on his inner thighs and that feeling went even deeper into his channel. Tears fell down his cheeks but he refrained from sobbing. Holding it back. He had to be strong. He lived. That was all that counted. He lived. He had to survive. Survival first. Then escape. Then revenge, killing the ones that hurt him. But first survive.

His mind shut down. He backed away deep inside himself where there should have been his inner world of skyscrapers and blue sky. He still could feel what was done to his body. The disgusting hands groping his dick and balls, poking his nipples, the mouth biting his neck, the cock that tore him open with every thrust. He could feel it all. But he had detached himself from the sensations in order to survive and not drown in frustration and despair. He was so weak...

Blackness invaded his sight and he once again fell unconscious

Again he was woken up by pain. He didn't know how long it already went on. Hours. Days Months... He just didn't know anymore. The only thing he knew was that he felt disgustingly weaker every time that motherfucking shinigami - yes, shinigami, he found that out one time when they brought him something to eat - fucked him. He had hoped they would untie him so he could eat by himself but no, they only changed his position to a sitting one and force-fed him. They always kept him drugged and drained. Always injected sedatives when he started to give signs of growing stronger. He didn't know the shinigami. Either he was a new one or one of these unseated officers that never had the courage to openly approach him. The thought of that lowlife having free access to his body, doing all the things he wanted to him repulsed him. He often threw up out of (self-) abhorrence.

The last time when he had started to struggle again that shinigami had laughed at him and plunged right back in his completely raw-fucked entrance and whispered

"You know, I'd never have thought I could get that lucky and get a chance at fucking you into submission. They tell me I only have to get you pregnant and you will accept me as your alpha. Damn! Do you know what that will do not only to my reputation but to my social status? Ahhh... To think I'm fucking the hero of the winter war!"

Pregnant... They wanted to get him pregnant, he had thought... He was a guy, he had inwardly scoffed, how does a guy get pregnant? He would be missing certain organs for that to ever happen. How stupid were they?

And then he really started to struggle despite his fogged mind and sluggish body. He had almost thrown of that asshole fucking him, when a familiar face stepped into the little room they held him prisoner.

"Ah ah ah, Kurosaki-kun don't hurt yourself by uselessly trying to get away from your alpha. We cannot have that, my lovely specimen of a beautiful Visored. Do you know how rare a breed you are? Shinigami, human and hollow in one body... What a wonderful specimen... I need a blood sample, step back you idiot!"

To say he was shocked would be an understatement. Why was the captain of the 12th division here? Oh yeah, to get a blood sample... What the fuck!?

"Kurotsuchi? What ..."

"Ah close your trap Kurosaki-kun. You are no longer in the position to ask questions. You only make sure to stay alive and birth your children. That is all you have to do"

The disturbing voice of the scientist got even more creepier as he chuckled.

So he knew how they got their hands on him... That mad scientist had played probably the leading role in his abduction.

The last thing he remembered was a get-together with his friends at Renjis.

There was lots of alcohol and fun, of course he didn't drink, he was still four years away fom being legal- even if people in Soul Society seemed to think otherwise. Matsumoto and Ikkaku had like always tried to make him drink by daring him. Kenpachi had asked for a fight, going as far as bloodying him and then cackling horribly joyful as he had thrown the bigger man through the next three walls with his kick. Renji... Well the dumb redhead had drooled over Rukia as she sipped ladylike at her cup of sake talking to Yumichika and Ukitake-taicho, while Kyorako-taicho and Toushiro discussed the best ways of getting information about the World of the living without solely relying on himself. Byakuya never had shown up. No surprise there. That guy had to have a stick shoved up his royal as. It had to hurt terribly... Then Unohana-taicho and her fuku-taicho - he still couldn't remember her name - made their entrance with Hanataro trailing timidly behind them. Matsumoto had a new goal: get the shy Shinigami wasted just for fun. Hanatoro not being able to say no, was pretty fast done for the evening, making the fuku-taicho of the 10th division whine in exaggerated disappointment.

"Why?" he couldn't quite keep the pleading out of his voice. It was always obvious that the scientist was mad, but never to that extent.

"Well... Sou-taicho wants to know if there is the slightest possibility of recreating such strong fighters as you are. And since you are quite the obstacle he needs to control you anyway - what we did by giving you an alpha..."

"Sou... Sou-taicho... Old man Yamamoto knows about this?" something deep inside him broke. It felt awfully a lot like the last shard of his hope to be rescued by anybody.

"Of course he knows. He wants daily records of your progresses, you silly boy." the madman stated matter of factly while he used kido to examine his abdomen.

"Heh! He is pregnant! Sou-taicho will be pleased. According to my information he now needs daily infusions of your Reiatsu."

He blanked. Yes, he knew something strange had grown in his body, something that absorbed the little Reiatsu he had left. By instinct he even knew that something was a child growing but until now he hadn't had the courage to really believe his instinct. Shiro would call him a weak idiot... Probably amongst other things. Confusion was thick in his mind. How could he have gotten knocked up? He was a guy for fucks sake!

And Yamamoto ordered them to do that to him! What did he do to deserve that from the old man? He saved their sorry asses more than once and that was his thanks!? How many of his so called friends were involved? Was the party only a means to capture him in an incautious moment? After what he already experienced with Rukia then Toushiro and even the Visoreds he wouldn't put it past them. So they saw him as a threat. After all he did for them... He had to admit it hurt.

For a moment the thought of just giving up and die in a puddle of his own tears and probably blood - if he had judged the wet feeling of something warm run down his inner thighs right - had come to his slowly submitting mind. Only to be suppressed in a heartbeat. He would never give up. Never surrender. Never!

It wasn't just him anymore. He had to survive for his cubs. His hollow instincts kicked in bringing up his motherly, or rather beta side. They made him curl into himself. Reaching deep within himself searching for the tiny balls of Reiatsu of his little ones. Welcoming them and give assurance.

~oOo~

Since then time had flown by.

He constantly grew stronger without them knowing. Hah! What would Rukia say when she got to know that he had learned to suppress his Reiatsu at last?! And all by himself. He guessed, misery and desperation were pretty damn good teachers... And it did definitely help that his Spiritual Pressure right now was so low you couldn't begin to compare it. And of course his cubs drained the most of it. But he grew stronger. Slowly but steadily. He had decided to go along with their thoughts of him accepting the sire of his cubs as his alpha. No fights and struggles anymore. He even kept still when that lowlife made him suck his dick. He had thrown up again for ours after that. Kurotsuchi came in for his daily examination while he retched frantically in his already weakened state. After the madman had been done with his groping and prodding he had forbidden that asshole to ever do that again while his specimen was pregnant. The cubs (that idiot still called them children...) were affected by the weakening state of the body of their mother.

His calm demeanor worked. They didn't drug him anymore and they grew incautious. A few more days of that humiliating degradation and he would finally be strong enough to bust the shackles with sheer spiritual pressure. They say it isn't possible. Well, they said that about the invasion of Seiretei...

He threw himself against the chains of the manacles binding him to the hard cold floor on his stomach. Pulled at them with all he got. And they gave a few centimeters. It was enough for him to increase his efforts, to kick his shackled feet and hit his torturer against the shin. Dead on. Hard. He could feel the hands clamping around his waist in agony and his mind, now reduced to the basic instinct of fighting for survival he liked the yowl of pure hurt. When he got out of these fucking shackles there would be even more of these yowls in more variations and of more flavor.

While he enjoyed his little victory his torturer found back his composure and struck his victims head, so that it hit the ground in a severe impact. That helped him to get even more grip of his powers. It always had been strong emotional stress that made him stronger or gave him access to unused resources. When he only felt his power like behind a thick wall of massive steal he now could reach it. The fury of being helpless and raped, betrayed by the persons he trusted had forged his mind into something dangerous. Unforgiving, merciless, reduced to the basic human instincts mixed with his hollow instincts and the instincts of an expecting mother.

The shinigami didn't know what hit him. Suddenly a massive wave of overpowering and vast power enveloped the tiny room. It pressed the officer to the ground instantly crushing his bones invading his body merging with his blood - bringing it to boil. He felt all the agony and pain all the hate and fear all the disgust and sorrow his prisoner had piled up in himself for weeks at once just in a few minutes. And he wished he would die. Blood leaked out of his eyes, ears and nose. Incoherent unintelligible noise tumbled out of his mouth more syllables than words pleading for the agony to stop begging to just loose consciousness or die. And all the while the cruel Reiatsu ripped open his body bit by bit and he could feel it. He was skinned alive and still could not cut the thread to his live force. The Reiatsu would not let him. It forced his own Reiatsu to his heart, made it race with the power stored there for the moment. Then his intestines lay open for the cold air and his screams became more horrified. Someone plunged his hand in his chest and ripped out his heart. His last view of the world was the orangette he had tortured for four months consuming his heart in the flesh and power.