"You've really outdone yourself this time, Szayel Aporro, old chap."
Lying in front of him, stretched out on his examination table, was a life sized doll of Grimmjow lying as if he was asleep. It was a mirror image of the former sexta Espada, with his arm still intact and the 6 standing out boldly against soft, toned skin. The likeliness stroked Szayel Aporro's ego as a scientist to have given life, in a sort, to such a perfect replica. It also served to stoke a fire in the pit of his lower stomach and the more Szayel Aporro stared at his creation, the tighter his pants became.
Above the body was a large computer screen displaying multiple rooms in Hueco Mundo from the many security cameras - including Grimmjow's room, which after the scientist hit a few keys, expanded and took over the entire screen. The loudmouthed Arrancar was currently lying on his bed, staring impassively at the ceiling, and Szayel Aporro had the strongest urge to change that.
His amber eyes drifted from the screen to the mannequin and he closed the space between himself and it. With his superior knowledge and special ability, this doll was going to help him relieve himself of his sexual frustration and Grimmjow would even get some fun out of it. The cannibalistic scientist couldn't wait to watch Grimmjow's reactions.
Let the game begin. Szayel Aporro thought as he pulled off his gloves and stripped out of his clothes. Fully nude with his cock standing erect and already dripping, the octava Espada climbed elegantly onto the table and straddled the mannequin's slim hips and settled his weight down on the lifeless doppelganger.
Behind him a surprised grunt could be heard from the screen.
