A/N: Okay... So I know this says it's complete, but I was looking through my drabbles and realized I had two more Hinamori/Ichimaru ones written that can kind of go along together, so here's another chapter.
Hinamori shook with fear. It wasn't an unusual feeling for her, but rather a constant emotion considering the man who was her captor.
When she'd first arrived in Hueco Mundo she'd wanted her captain to be proud of her for finding her way there. She'd managed to hide her true motives from everyone in Soul Society and collect information from his books. However he'd all but ignored her presence there, tossing her aside for his silver haired subordinate to use as a toy.
And Ichimaru Gin was not kind to his toys.
Usually he gagged her at first, not removing it until he was fucking her, but tonight…
"I wonder what ya sound like when I'm cutting' ya, Hinamori-chan…"
His ever present grin widened.
"But watch what ya say, Hinamori-chan, I'll have ta gag ya if naughty words start coming out of yer pretty li'l mouth."
He leaned over her, tying her wrists to the bed posts, frowning as she didn't resist him. The frown disappeared when he noticed the stark white sheets they were lying on. In a little bit her blood would be staining these sheets.
Hinamori watched as he grabbed Shinsou and trailed the sheathed sword down her bare stomach. He seemed lost in thought for a moment before smirking.
"Maybe I should put off cutting' ya fer now.."
"Wh-what..?"
The sword trailed lower, brushing against her crotch.
"Don' worry, Hinamori-chan…"
She held back a scream- she hated to give him the pleasure of hearing her in pain- as the tip of the sword's sheath was pushed hard against her clit.
"Ya are no fun, Hinamori-chan… ya know I love hearin' ya scream."
"Because you're a perverted bastard," Hinamori hissed through clenched teeth.
Ichimaru's free hand instantly moved to her face, covering not only her mouth by her nose as well.
"Now, now, what did I say about watchin' what ya say?"
He knelt between her legs, already spread because of the ties around her ankles, rubbing the sheath against her roughly.
Hinamori struggled beneath him. Normally she wouldn't bother struggling- she knew he liked it when she did- but his hand was keeping her from breathing.
Ichimaru grinned as he pulled his hand back from her mouth.
"Gomen ne, Hinamori-chan."
His hand brushed against her pale, from lack of oxygen, cheek.
"Can' have ya faintin' on me.. That wouldn' be any fun."
Seconds later the sword was at her crotch again and Hinamori found herself unable to hold back her scream as the sheath was shoved inside of her. Ichimaru made a pleased noise in his throat.
"Such a lovely sound, Hinamori-chan…"