Dear Readers, I am sorry for the wait. I have had to regester for school, so it has taken longer than I thought it would. ;O
I have made this chapter a little longer, to make it up to you. Forgive me?
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It took two week and more man hours than Ishida cared to admit, but, at last, he had the tapes.
Ulquiorra, his most trusted pet, had delevered them little over an hour ago, his stotic face showing nothing to the other bord members as he handed over the slim package.
Ishida sat at his desk, conteplating weither or not to make popcorn for his 'flick'.
Deciding against it, he pulled the first tape from the envelope, groaning when he noticed that it wasn't numbered.
After a short game of 'Eini-mE-Ni-My-Ne-Mo', he placed on into the VCR, hopeing that he could watch them in order, but not really caring beyond that.
As the screen began to move, Ishida could tell that whoever had made this had been an amiture, the cameras wobbling and the fuzziness giving it away.
When the camera focased more, he almost blanched, the sight greeting his eyes making him sick;
An Ichigo that looked very much like the one from the tape Elisa had given him was on a bed.
Bound face down.
Being raped.
By four men.
At once.
Each of the men had a mask on, but beyond that they were just as bare to the world as Ichigo.
One man was pounding into his ass, one at each of his hand, forcing him to jack them off, and one was thrusting into his mouth, making the small boy gag.
Ishida could see Ichigos eye through a small opening in the bodies, almost wishing he couldn't.
With each new thrust, Ishida could SEE the innocence dying from Ichiigos blood-shot eyes. Evan as he cried, the boy fought the men, fought for a freedom he knew he wasn't going to get, but tried for anyway. Ishida noticed soemthing that none of the others seemed to; death was in the young Ichigos eyes. Death and pain. Ishida could already tell that if Ichigo ever got free, he would slaughter these men. Not that they didn't deserve it, but it unnerved him to see that look on the face of someone he knew had been far more innocent before this happened. It almost made him want to cry. To have ones youth taken from them so sbruptly, it was truely a wicked thing.
Finally, after what seemed like an etirnity, the men began to release themselves. One by one they came all over the small body brfore them, coating him in a think sheet of seed. When only the man in his mouth was left, Ishigo bit down, as hard as he could.
The man screamed and tried to pry his cock out, almost ripping it off in his haste.
The men on the bed left only to be replaced by one holding a whip. The man centered himself and began to swing, shredding the tender skin in the boys back and boy cried out, but refused to release his grip on the mans cock. Lash after lash was given, but to no avail.
Long after the Ichigos back was a bloody mess, another man came on screen, hands hidden froim view by a large towel.
Ichigo hissed when the man reached him, his eyes clenching tight. The man yelled loouder as Ichigo bit down again, gritting his teeth agains the pain of whatever te man had done to him.
Slowly, Ichigos body relaxed, his gaze dimming.
The man jerked himself from the boys mouth, giving Ichigo a firm back-hand before grabbing the towel the man offered him, his dick almost as shredded as the boys back.
As the men moved away, Ishida caught sight of the reason Ichigos body had relaxed; a needle.
When all was quiet in the room, several more men went to Ichigo, releasing him from the binds only to flip him onto his raw back and tie him again.
Ichigo groaned, letting his eyes slide shut, fighting off the nausea he was bound to be feeling.
Just as Ishida thought it was over, a man he had always hated moved on-screen; Sosuke Aizen.
Aizen looked down at Ichigos panting form mock-mournfully, tutting at him sidely.
Ichigo flinched when the man placed one of is carefully clipped finger nails to his nose, patting it like you would a disobediant dog.
Ichigo opened his mouth to cures Aizen, but before he got the chance, Aizen stuffed a large ball-gag into his mouth, cutting off any and all noise.
Ichigo struggled to push it from his mouth, but Aizen just clasped it behind his head.
Aicen moved to the chest beside to bed, digging around it untill he seemed to find what he was looking for;
The thing he brought forward was colored in a odd shade of red, almost crimson, and about the size of a VERY large cock.
Ishida wanted to look away, but his body wouldn't let him, it was as though he was supposed to watch this, even if he didn't want to.
Aizen smiled creuly at Ichigo, making sure the boy knew what was about to happen. Ichigo started to beg through the gag, tears streaming freely down his face. Aizen just smiled and brought the thing to his lips, licking the very tip, making it just slick enough to enter without too much resistance.
Aizen made a show of bringing it to Ichigos entrance, ensuring that Ichigo would know the second he started working it in.
When Ichigo began to struggle against his bonds, muffeled grunts and whimpers escaping the gag, Aizen gave him the smeetest of smiles and said, 'Don't worry. If your a good boy, I might let you take it out tomorrow.'
Ichigo just fought harder, finally stilling when Aizen began to work it into his body, almost gentally at first, he worked it untill just the tip was inside the shuddering boy, before carelessly thrusting the rest of it in, not stopping until the hilt of it was barely sticking out.
Ichigos screams made it past the gag, ringing all the way down to Ishidas soul, causing a small part of it to die.
Aizen, sweet smile still plastered to his face, began to with draw, not even allowing the frail boy the time to adjust.
He drew it out until the tip was on the verge of escping, then drove it back in further, repeating the process untill the tips of his fingers disappeared inside the boy as well.
Ishida felt like throwing up as he watched the man remove his fingers from Ichigo, blood making them obscene.
Aizen bnt down and kissed Ichigo on the head, like a mother would before tucking a child in to sleep.
Ichigo shuddered, more tears falling down his already wet cheeks.
The camera zoomed in, trying to catch the words Aizen said, 'If you masterbate for us, i'll take it out. If you make it hot, i'll let a doctor tend you.'
Ichigo head-butted him, still difyant despite the pain he was in.
Aizen just grined at him, the act twisting his normally pleasant face into a disgusting mask.
Aizen reached down, shoving his fingers back into the boy, fiddling around for something. Finding it, he kissed Ichigo again, before he switched it on and a dull vibrating noise could be heard.
Ichigo hissed through the gag, a slight blush appearing on his face, proof that, even if it was rape, his body wasn't adverse to the pleasure.
Aizen walked off camera to wait, watching the boy.
Over half an hour passed, making Ishida think that this was all that was going to happen, but he should have known better;
Ichigo tried to talk through the gag, drawing Aizen to the bed, where he stood like a hawk, his face still twisted.
'Did you think better of my offer, Ichigo? Has this been enough?'
Ichigo bit down on the gag, but nodded his head, new tears shining in his eyes.
Aizen nodded, almost solemnly, but Ishida could see the triumph in his eyes.
Aizen unlocked one of Ichigos restraints, letting his right hand free.
Ichigo closed his eyes, moving his hand slowly down to his hard cock, wanting any form of release fromt his pain, even if it was done in front of these mad men.
Aizen watched with hungry eyes, his lips slightly parted in anticipation.
Ishida watched as Ichigo took his own penis into his hand and started to move.
He thrust into his hand and made the most erotic noise, giving Ishida the hard on of his life.
Ishida could do nothig but unbuckel his pants, letting them fall to the floor, his legs spread wide, as he touched himself.
Ishida kept pace with Ichigo's movements, making sure that the Ichigo on the screen would come at the same time he did.
As Ishida came into his hand, he watch Ichigo do the same.
But where Ishida would have Ulqui suck him off later, to clean him off, Ichigo was left alone, with nothin but a camera to keep him company.
Aizen, true to his word, drew the thing dfrom the boy, making him whimper.
Aizen bent down and sucked the tip of Ichigos spent cock, causing the boy to moan slightly.
Aizen smirked, eyes alight with supierority.
'Well, that was intertaining, but not enough. I'll leave you here to rest, till it's time fro you next lesson.'
Ichigo cried out as his hand was bound again, all hope of medical care gone.
'Don't worry, Ichigo.', Aizen sneered,'I'm not leaving you alone.'
Then the man who had had his dick nearly bitten off by Ichigo climbed onto the bed.
Ichigo cried out, trying to break his bonds in vain.
The man just smiled down at the helpless boy.
'Use any of the toys you want. Be sure not to kill him, though, I want to break him first.'
'Of course, Aizen-Sama.', the man drawled, making sure Ichigo could see the hate in his eyes.
With that, the camera turned off.
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Ishida sat in the darkness for a long time, thinking about the next vedio.
After he thought about it for a while he said; 'I think i'll make pop corn next time.'
