A/N: Again, if you didn't read the warning. Rape, non-con, yaoi. Don't read this if ya don't like it.
Chapter 2: Fracture
"See, Byakuya, that wasn't so hard." His voice was too close for him to still be standing over me and I jerked, but didn't move from the humiliating position, when I felt a hand on the back of my neck, touching the skin that was exposed by my hair falling around my face. "We'll take her down now and she'll be untouched and unharmed for twenty four hours." A tug on my hair. "Get up."
I slowly raised myself from the debasing position and resisted the impulse to wipe the dirt from my face or my hands, unwilling to show the traitor any sign of my discomfort.
"So much fight left in your eyes, my dear Byakuya. This will be a pleasure, a true pleasure. Sadly, not my pleasure, not yet." I watched as a smile played around his lips and he looked at Grimmjow and Ulquiorra, making a quick gesture that brought them both closer to me and pivoted the wall so the three prisoners were again out of my sight.
"I will now leave you in their capable hands, Byakuya." I stood still, hearing the swish of his robes as he left and the door shut loudly with a metallic clang.
Blue eyes met mine - undisguised lust swirled within them. This I would not succumb to without a fight, they would have to destroy my body before I would accept this. My fist flew out and connected with the side of his face, doing no harm, as I expected, but he also returned the blow a hundredfold, which I also expected. His fists were a blur on my face and body; I felt the blows hammering my senses as blood ran down my face and pooled in my mouth.
I felt ribs crack under the relentless pounding and hoped that perhaps he would go to far, perhaps he would finish me before… The part of my mind that wasn't protesting the beating grabbed that thought and crushed it. If I were to die, what would become of Rukia in this hellhole? I had to stay alive as long as I could keep her safe.
A rough hand pulled my hair back, stripping out the kenseikan roughly, tearing some of the hair out of my scalp as the ornaments fell to the ground, shattering. Hands still twisted in my hair I watched as blue eyes came closer to mine and the tongue extended, lightly licking my jaw. I gathered my strength and pulled back, spitting blood onto his face, spattering his uniform with red and watched with a small slick of delight as the anger rose in him again.
"Bitch!" he yelled and his foot flashed out, severing me from consciousness.
"Grimmjow, your impulsiveness is tiring." My eyes cracked open, staring at the pointed half helmet of the arrancar staring down at me.
"He's fine, my fucking clothes aren't." The angry growl was somewhere to my left and suddenly a sharp pain wrenched me over to my side, and another, and another until I was on my stomach.
"Stop kicking him, Grimmjow, or we'll have to heal him before we can finish the orders by Aizen-sama."
"That's the first smart thing you've said all day. But if he moves, he's getting hurt."
At that I tried to move, my hands pushing against the ground to lift my body away from the dirt. A foot on my back pushed me down again, stomping hard on my lower back until I could barely feel anything except the pain running up and down my spine, my limbs refusing to move.
"Get the chair."
I heard something sliding over and then arms pulling me up and over the chair, the edges digging into my chest and stomach. Cracking of the wood and I realized they had broken the back of the chair off, leaving only sharp splinters where the wood used to be. I felt hands unknot the ties from the hakama, the material sliding down onto the ground. Struggling brought another rain of blows onto the back of my head and shoulders.
"Just stop already." Grimmjow muttered in front of me. More touches as the kimono and kosode were untied and pulled off slowly, as if mocking my helplessness. I pushed back again, rising from the chair and strong hands pushed me back into place.
"Okay, this is just getting damned annoying. Give me his scarf." Material rustled and then three loud rips cut through the air.
"Tie his legs with these, the bastard isn't going to stop until he's unconscious and your precious Aizen-sama wants him conscious."
I felt soft cloth wrapping around my arms and legs, binding them to the legs of the chair as I moved frantically - and uselessly. My head dropped again and I watched the blood drip from my face onto the dirt floor, each droplet shining brightly before sinking into the ground and disappearing into the growing patch of darkness beneath me.
Hands lifted up my head and then fingers dug into the sides of my mouth, forcing my jaw open. Thumbs stretched my lips and the edges started to crack and burn, new blood filling my mouth.
"I don't trust your teeth, bitch." The fingers opened my mouth wider and I saw his member in front of me, hard and throbbing before it pushed into my mouth and over my tongue, making me gag as it hit the back of my throat. The nausea and pain were quickly replaced by a renewed panic as I felt fingers touch my buttocks, slowly spreading me apart. No! This was not happening. I refused to accept it. The hardness probing me and the hands on my back spoke a different story, forcing me to admit what was about to happen. Shutting my eyes and refusing to scream I held still as I felt the ripping pain sear through me. Agony. Flesh was tearing and I heard laughter above me as the other arrancar pounded into my face, causing my nose to start bleeding again.
"Come on, you can fuck him a little harder than that, or do you want me to show you how to do it right?"
There was silence behind me, but the speed increased as the blood lubricated my passage. Each thrust inside ripping me further and making my soul want to retreat from the pain, each time he pulled out an equal but different burning sensation as the abused tissue seemed to cling and pull on his retreating length. And then it was repeated again… and again.
The fingers were removed from my mouth and one of the hands went to the back of my head, grasping the hair there and pushing my head even further down until all air was cut off and my body started shaking from the lack of oxygen. Then I was pulled off just enough for a few breaths before the hand shoved me back down again.
"Are you enjoying this, bitch?" the voice growled from above me. I felt the arrancar behind me stop and reach around my body, giving my genitalia a wrench.
"No, he's not."
"Good."
The pounding from both ends grew in agony as the damage to my lower back became more apparent and flared with pain at each thrust. I could hear the grunts of the hollow above me and the fingers on my hips behind me were steadily increasing in pressure, soon it would end. The hand in my hair tightened and I felt tearing on my scalp as the cry was wrenched from his throat and hot liquid poured into me, bypassing my tongue. Nausea rose again as he pulled out and I spat on the ground, unable to rid myself of his seed that was already settling in my belly. Nails embedded themselves in my hips and I felt a new bright pain as the one behind me shuddered into my body, his fluids causing the wounds within me to scream again.
I would not break.
"You want the front now, Ulquiorra?"
The moan that escaped my mouth could not have been mine.
And thus ends my first yaoi scene. Will I continue this? The question it burns in my brain...