Chapter 3: Unohana's Scorn
IchigoXUnohana
Disclaimer: I don't own Bleach.
Warning: Lemon! Non-Con!
Back to where we left off….
Squad 12 Hallway
Ichigo followed Nemu down the hallway and began to worry what Orihime's fate was. He was glad that she was still alive but the thought of her being experimented on by that sadistic scientist was almost more than he could bear.
The more of the Soul Society Ichigo saw, the more he was starting to wonder if Rukia ever really knew her own world. From what she'd told him when they'd first met, the Soul Reapers were supposed to be good and just.
So far her words had not lived up to reality.
Reaching a door marked EXPERIMENT O, Nemu turned to Ichigo with the same blank look she normally had. "In here, Ichigo. Master Mayuri instructed me to give you five minutes with your friend. Then I'm to hand you over to Squad Four."
"Squad Four?" Ichigo blinked. "Hanataro's squad?"
"Correct. Captain Unohana asked that you be handed over to her until the Head-Captain decides what's to be ultimately done with you."
Deciding it wouldn't do him any good to dwell on it, Ichigo nodded and opened the door. "Orihime?" he called out. The room was brightly lit and he saw his friend lying on a single table in the middle of the room. His eyes widened in sheer horror when he saw the state his friend was in. "Ori…hime?"
The girl turned her head and managed to smile. "Ichigo! Thank goodness you're okay! I wish I could hug you but…" she wiggled the stumps she had for arms and legs, Mayuri apparently having amputated her limbs off.
Ichigo hurried over to his friend, who was wearing a white dress, her stumps for arms and legs sticking out. He lifted her up gently and hugged her, unable to fight the tears. What he'd endured was cruel but this…this was inhumane. "What has he done to you?"
Orihime pushed her head into Ichigo's chest, taking comfort in his warmth. The room was so cold but she could do nothing but lay on the table with no way to move. "I…he…" she started to cry, the memories of the past few weeks haunting her. "I'm so glad you're okay," she sobbed. "Uryu…Chad…Rukia…Yoruichi…" Ichigo held her tighter as she cried into his chest. "They're all dead!"
Running a hand through her hair, Ichigo did his best to try to soothe his friend's grief. As he looked at her, he could see her neck and arms, the parts that didn't have bandages covering up the stumps, had scars all over. His anger at Mayuri burned as he held his friend, realizing that Orihime must've been suffering in agonizing pain. "Orihime…I don't know when and I don't know how, but I will get you out of here. I promise." He squeezed his eyes shut as he held his mutilated friend tightly. "I couldn't save Rukia. I couldn't save anybody. But I will save you from these horrible people if it's the last thing I do."
Continuing to sob, Orihime merely nodded and enjoyed her friend's embrace, thankful for human contact that didn't involve a scalpel. "Ichigo…."
The door opened up and Nemu walked in along with the silver-haired lieutenant who'd first healed Ichigo. "Your five minutes are up. Lieutenant Kotetsu will take you to Squad Four now."
It killed Ichigo to let go of Orihime but he knew that it was a useless fight to refuse. He had no zanpakuto and he remembered quite well that Nemu was stronger than she looked. He kissed Orihime's forehead and wiped the tears from her eyes. "It'll be alright, Orihime. I promise we'll leave this horrible place together."
"I know," Orihime nodded. Ichigo gently laid her down on her back and turned to look at him. "Please stay safe, Ichigo…."
Giving Nemu a hate-filled glare, Ichigo followed the other lieutenant out of the room, wishing that he could take Orihime with him. Anywhere seemed better than this place. He followed the girl out of Squad Twelve, night having already fallen on the Soul Society. He kept quiet as he was led towards Squad Four. Likewise the lieutenant didn't speak to Ichigo, although she kept quiet since she had no idea what to say to Ichigo since by now he'd become subjected to the wraths of Captains Soi-Fon and Kuchiki.
They made their way to Squad Four's barracks. The place was abuzz with nurses and squad members but for the most part they paid Ichigo and their lieutenant no mind. After several turns, the lieutenant led Ichigo to the back of the barracks where the captain's quarters lay. Reaching the door, the girl knocked. "Ma'am? Captain Unohana?"
A soft voice answered from the other side of the door. "Is that you, Isane?"
"Yes ma'am. I've brought Ichigo Kurosaki like you've requested."
"Very well. Send him in."
Turning around, Isane gestured for Ichigo to enter. "You may enter, Ichigo. Good night," she said, giving him a sympathetic look before walking away.
Ichigo gave the girl one last look before entering the captain's quarters, closing the door behind him. The room was lit only by a few candles but it had a feeling that reminded Ichigo of home. He saw on the other side of the room a woman with black hair writing in a journal, her back to Ichigo as she sat on a cushion on the floor. "Hello, Ichigo Kurosaki," she greeted. Her haori was draped over a chair and the woman was wearing just a regular shihakusho. The woman stood up and turned around. Ichigo saw a mature-looking woman with blue eyes stare at him. "I'm Retsu Unohana, captain of Squad Four."
Ichigo looked around and suddenly felt uncomfortable by her staring. "Hi," he said quietly.
Standing up, Unohana walked over to the boy and put her hands on his chest. Ichigo almost asked her what she was doing when her hands glowed green, her eyes narrowed as she examined the boy. "Your body has yet to mend. And it seems that Captain Kurotsuchi's examinations have exasperated some of your injuries to an extent." She gestured to the futon in the middle of the room. "Please disrobe and sit down so I can properly treat you."
The sudden niceness of the captain startled Ichigo. Apart from Hanataro, no other Soul Reaper had shown an ounce of sincerity or goodness until now. Nodding in thanks, Ichigo removed his shihakusho and sat down on the futon. Unohana reached into a cabinet and pulled out a jar of black ink. Walking back over to Ichigo, Unohana sat down behind him and began to remove Ichigo's old bandages. The boy cringed as his wounds were exposed, feeling the sting of open air exposed to them. Unohana frowned when she saw the state the boy was in. She knew that when Ichigo had been apprehended by Byakuya and Ukitake he'd been giving just enough medical treatment to keep him alive and Isane had briefly given him additional treatment when it was decided Ichigo was not to be executed. That being said, she found it to be deplorable that he'd been brutally savaged like this. She dipped her hands into the ink and rubbed it into Ichigo's back, making a large circle in the middle of his back.
Ichigo cringed as the ink touched his skin. "What are you doing?" he asked, gritting his teeth.
"Your body hasn't recovered from surviving Captain Kuchiki's Bankai. And Captain Kurotsuchi and Soi-Fon didn't do you any favors. This ink will help accelerate your healing while I mend your body with Kidô," Unohana explained as she went to work in healing Ichigo. 'Though that's not all it does….'
Silence filled the candlelit room as Unohana healed Ichigo. The boy sighed in relief as the various aches and pains faded away, the ink on his back feeling bizarre. "Why are you doing this?" he asked out of curiosity.
"You're injured. I'm a medic. The Head-Captain placed you in my care for the next few days while the others prepare for the battle against Aizen."
"What's he plan to do with me and Orihime?" he asked, turning his head. "Why won't you let us leave?"
Unohana looked at the boy, her face impassive. "Orihime Inoue is to be kept in Mayuri's custody for the time being. He is interested in her unique powers and wanted to see if he can understand and replicate it. As for you, since the revelations regarding Souske Aizen and Rukia Kuchiki's execution have been revealed you are no longer considered an enemy but we feel it to be too dangerous to let you return to the World of the Living. If Aizen used you as a distraction, it is a safe bet that the rogue has other plans with you." She removed her hands from Ichigo's back and added more symbols with her ink. "That will do for tonight. I will continue your treatment tomorrow." Wiping her hands clean with a rag, Unohana sat on her haunches and stared at the boy. "Turn around and face me, Ichigo."
The boy turned around and saw that the woman was looking at him a bit coldly. He shivered as her eyes stared accusingly at him.
"Ichigo, I believe you when you said that you had no idea of Aizen's plot. Your actions had been purely rescue, not mayhem. Most of Squad Five thinks you're in league with Aizen but I do understand that you're simply a victim of circumstance." Her eyes gave Ichigo a look of sympathy before hardening. "However, because of your actions, my Seventh-Seat, Hanataro Yamada, was killed."
Ichigo's eyes lowered as a pang of guilt hilt him. The deaths of his friends were terrible but Hanataro, who was only trying to help, was particularly painful. "I'm sorry..." he said with his head bowed.
"I always looked after Hanataro and tried to shield him from the abuse the other squads leveled at him. In many ways, he was like a son to me." She put a finger to Ichigo's chin and lifted his head up. "I understand that he acted on his own choice and that Byakuya Kuchiki is also to blame for excessively using lethal force but the fact of the matter is this: my friend would still be alive if not for you."
Ichigo fought to suppress a shiver as she glared at him with the same eyes as Soi-Fon and Byakuya. He scowled at her look, angry at being blamed for the deaths of his friends. "What are you going to do? Violate me? Mutilate me like Mayuri did Orihime?" he asked in a bitter voice. "Compared to him and your other buddies, what can you do?"
Narrowing her eyes, Unohana merely held up a finger. When it began to glow green, Ichigo suddenly cried out in agony as the symbols on his back burned him with blinding pain. He rolled around on his back, cringing in pain. "The paint on your back is mixed with your blood and my Kidô. It doesn't hurt you physically but it is ingrained into your nervous system, letting me make you feel pain on a whim. Until I remove the paint, your body is mine to do with as I please. I understand your feelings, Ichigo. I truly do. But I don't appreciate it when someone mouths off to me. I am healing you of my own volition where many of the others would rather tear you apart; you are not one of us, Ichigo. You never will be. Do not forget that," she scolded like an angry mother.
The pain in Ichigo's back subsided and he sat up, wishing that all of this insanity would stop. Looking up, he saw Unohana continuing to glare at him and decided it was in his best interest to not piss her off. 'I can't do anything rash,' he reminded himself. 'I have to survive no matter what. I have to, for Orihime's sake.' "I'm…I'm sorry," he said. "For everything. Hanataro," he looked away as he continued, "Hanataro chose to come with us even after we no longer held him hostage. He wanted to save Rukia as much as any of us did."
Nodding, Unohana stood up. "I know. Despite his meek disposition, Hanataro could never leave someone he cared for alone. But I do thank you for your kind words, Ichigo. I can see that you're guilty for what happened; though that still doesn't excuse you from your punishment." She stood in front of him and reached for her braid. "I've thought long and hard how to punish you for leading Hanataro to his death. As a medic, it goes against my code to inflict bodily harm on you; the ink on your back is meant to accelerate your healing, after all. After some personal reflection I believe that Captain Soi-Fon's approach is the most appropriate. I'll have you as my companion for as long as I keep you since I can tell how much you hate being used by us as a sex object."
Gritting his teeth, Ichigo's scowl returned as he glared up at Unohana, not sure of what to do. "Are you going to tie me up and ride me like Soi-Fon did?"
Untying her braid, Unohana stared at Ichigo with malicious lust in her eyes, as if her braid was a lock to her darker psyche. "As appealing as that might be, Ichigo, I think I'll make you worship my body like I'm the last woman on earth. I can tell you're against the notion," she noted when she saw the defiance in Ichigo's eyes. "Luckily for me, the ink on your back can be used for more than healing or causing you pain."
Ichigo gasped as the ink on his back spread across his body, covering him in a grid-like pattern of black lines. He found that he was unable to move a muscle. "What have you done to me?!" he demanded.
"As I said before, Ichigo, the ink has mixed with your blood and has connected with your nervous system. I can control your body at will, as well as increase your sensitivity. Your body is now in sync with my will." She held out her foot and gestured. "You may start with my feet."
Against his will, Ichigo's body moved on its own. Crawling over to Unohana, Ichigo grasped Unohana's foot and pulled off her sock. Ichigo grimaced in disgust as he stuck out his tongue and started to lick her foot, hoping he'd have the chance later to wash his mouth out. He dragged his tongue up her foot and nibbled tenderly on her ankle before getting up on his knees. He undid the Obi and tossed it to the floor, letting Unohana's hakama and shihakusho slide to the ground. A normal teenager would've enjoyed the beautiful sight before him but Ichigo wanted to turn his head and look at anything else as Unohana's naked body came on display; sick of being used for someone else's pleasure. His hands moved on their own accord and pulled down Unohana's underwear.
Stepping out of her pool of clothes, Unohana kicked them to the side and spread her legs, enjoying the feel of Ichigo's hands as they slid up her thighs. She ran her hand through Ichigo's hair soothingly, making him shudder at the gesture. "Does that feel good?" she asked. When Ichigo refused to answer she ran a finger across his jaw, taking pleasure in hearing a groan come from him. "That's right. I've altered your nervous system to increase your pleasure sensitivity tenfold," she said softly before gently pushing his head closer to her womanhood. "Taste me, Ichigo."
Unohana's sighs and moans filled the room when Ichigo buried his face in Unohana's pussy, licking her pink folds with his tongue. Despite being taken advantage of and having his entire body ripped from his control Ichigo couldn't help but get into it as he licked her snatch. Thanks to Soi-Fon's torment he'd become used to eating a woman out and now his body was putting that experience to good use. Unohana continued to run her hands through his hair, her nails gently massaging his scalp. Because of his increased sensitivity Ichigo moaned into her snatch while slipping his tongue inside her.
"Ohhhhh…." Unohana's head rolled back and she began to grind Ichigo's face into her muff. His hands reached behind her to cup her soft cheeks. "You're quite a good pussy licker, Ichigo. I'm going to enjoy our time together."
Commanding Ichigo's body to stop, she gestured for Ichigo to stand up. Getting down on her knees, she was unsurprised to see that Ichigo was already erect, his pitched tent apparent in front of her face. Pulling down Ichigo's pants, she smirked when she saw how big the boy was. Ichigo couldn't help but blush at the look on her face when his pants came down. "Unohana…" he muttered out of embarrassment, not sure what to say. There was certainly nothing he can do at this point to stop what was happening.
"You should enjoy the moment, Ichigo. I doubt any of my contemporaries will be as gentle as I am being," Unohana said before running her finger against the underside of Ichigo's cock. Deciding to punish the boy further, she ran her finger around Ichigo's length three times.
Ichigo's predicament went from bad to worse when he felt the ink lines around his crotch shift. Looking down, he was mystified to see three lines circling his cock. On at the base, another at in the middle and a third right underneath the head. "What have you done now?"
"Just a little restraint. Like I said, Ichigo, this is your punishment. The ink on your genitals is acting like cock-rings. You'll only be given release when I have been satisfied. Not a minute before," she warned before standing back up. Wrapping her arms around his neck, Unohana leaned forward and kissed the boy, tasting her juices on his tongue as they lewdly made out. Ichigo's hands gripped her waist and pulled her forward. His skin feeling like it was on fire from feeling Unohana's hard nipples rub against him, Ichigo moaned into Unohana's mouth, fighting a losing battle against his hijacked body.
When she pulled away she was amused to see how dazed Ichigo was. She knew that while it was pleasant for her, it was ten times that much for Ichigo. Even something as simple as a kiss was now mindblowing for him.
Laying down on the futon, Unohana gestured for Ichigo to join her. Ichigo lay next to her and spooned the woman, the boy sighing as he felt her naked body rub against his. Turning her head, she kissed his cheek before lifting her leg up.
At this point, it was hard for Ichigo to decide if his body was moving of his own will or not. The intimate contact with Unohana was sublime. He gripped Unohana's leg before sliding into her wet snatch. Had it not been for the ink restricting Ichigo's cock, he would've exploded the instant his thick shaft speared her womanhood. "Ahh!" he moaned in frustration, the pleasure assailing his mind. He buried his face in Unohana's hair as he pushed his cock in to the base, bottoming out the captain's pussy. His hands grabbed Unohana's breasts and he began to slide in and out of the woman, his mind fogging up from the pleasure. Unohana's pussy was so wet and soft around his cock; part of him never wanted to take his dick out of her.
Unohana clawed at the futon as Ichigo pumped in and out of her. "Oh my goodness!" she moaned, feeling her body begin to sweat against Ichigo's hot body. "So big! So deep!" She understood that this was Ichigo's punishment but at the moment all she could think about was having more of Ichigo's cock in her. She reached down and rubbed her clit as Ichigo sped up his pace.
Minutes ticked by as the two fucked; Ichigo's cock right at home inside Unohana's snatch. By now Ichigo felt like his head was going to explode. His increased sensibility had caused every touch of Unohana's body from the hair in his face to the sweaty grind of her back against his chest and the grip of her velvet-soft pussy was driving him crazy. Every thrust into her made him feel like he was going to cum. But the restraints she'd put around him kept him from reaching blessed release. "Ah! Captain Unohana! Please!" he pleaded, the strain of his swollen balls becoming more than he could bear. "Please let me cum!"
"No."
Ichigo had a terrifying feeling it would be a long night….
Hours later….
Most of the candles in Unohana's room had burned out by now as Ichigo pumped in and out of Captain Unohana doggy-style. Tears of frustration and pain fell down Ichigo's face. His balls felt like they were on the verge of exploding. And to make matters worse, his hijacked body was now moving faster than before, spurred on by Unohana's growing lust. His hips felt numb as they smacked against Unohana's soft ass as he gripped her waist and fucked her like a rabid animal. "Ah! Ahhh!" he moaned, his body feeling like it was on the point of breaking.
Unohana rolled her eyes into the back of her head as she felt the familiar bubble inside her about to pop. She'd lost count of how many times Ichigo had made her cum. It was almost a shame that Ichigo was their prisoner and not their ally; she'd loved to have made him her lover. Sweat poured down her body as her breasts bounced wildly, her pussy now familiar with the size and shape of Ichigo's cock as it speared her over and over again. "Yes! Yes! More! MORE!" she ordered. But because of their prolonged sex her control over Ichigo's body had waned since she was becoming exhausted.
It was because of this loosening control that Ichigo felt the rings around his cock come undone. "Ahhhhhh!" he screamed, throwing his head back as his long-awaited release burst through. Unohana stuck out her tongue and came lewdly as Ichigo poured his cum into her; the hot rush feeling like molten lava was being poured into her pussy. The lines on Ichigo's body receded as her mind blanked completely, Ichigo collapsing on top of her. Soon the ink retreated back into the circular symbols on Ichigo's back, giving him control over his own body again; what little there was to have.
Groaning from her overstuffed cunt being filled, Unohana turned to Ichigo and saw that the boy had blacked out. "Such a shame. I could've gone at least another hour. Ah well…" She gently nudged the boy off of her and sat up. Walking into the bathroom she took a quick shower to clean herself up as well as get the massive amount of cum out of her. After finishing, she put a white robe on and went back to her bed. She cleaned Ichigo up and tucked him in, feeling satisfied in punishing him. "Apology accepted, Ichigo Kurosaki. I'm sure Hanataro would not have wanted me to hold a grudge," she said softly before getting in bed next to him.
"That still doesn't excuse you from me having some more fun until your fate is decided."
To be continued
