Chapter 7: Ichigo Succumbs to Despair
IchigoXFemNnoitora

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Aizen's Room
Ichigo POV

Ichigo groaned in pain as he felt himself awaken from his deep slumber. Even after defeating Grimmjow, if only barely, he felt terrible, especially after enduring the constant torturous sex with the blue-haired woman.

His eyes slowly opened up and as soon as his blurry vision cleared up his face turned red. His face was currently buried in Aizen's bosom, his arms wrapped around the woman's waist. "Well good morning, Ichigo," Aizen whispered into his ear with a mocking grin. "You seemed to be quite comfortable so I didn't want to wake you."

Wishing the woman would just shut up for once, Ichigo quietly got up. He grimaced as he felt his bones pop into place. "I beat Grimmjow," he said while getting up. "Who's next?"

"My my, aren't you eager," Aizen chuckled as she sat up and put on her coat. Opening the door, Aizen gestured for Ichigo to follow her. "You'll be fighting the number five Espada: Nnoitora. I'm impressed, Ichigo. You've defeated half of my Espada. Granted…" she turned back to Ichigo and her smirk breathed deviousness, "you had some trouble along the way, but few can say they defeated Aaroniero, Szayelapporo, Zommari and Grimmjow and live to tell the tale."

Ichigo's signature scowl was all over his face as he listened to the woman speak. "Just as long as you hold your end of the bargain! Once I beat the last Espada, you'll let me go, right?"

"Ichigo, you silly boy," Aizen chuckled. "You're forgetting already. It's not just the Espada. You have to defeat Gin and Kaname as well. Don't put the cart before the horse, as they say in your world."

The substitute stomped his foot, inadvertently cracking the tile beneath him. "And what about you?"

Turning to face the angry boy, Aizen raised an eyebrow as she smiled at Ichigo. "What about me?"

Ichigo crossed his arms and glared at her. "You're making me fight your entire army. Am I to just believe you'll simply let me waltz out of here once I beat every one of your strongest people?"

Continuing to still smirk, Aizen leaned back against a pillar and looked at Ichigo amused, running a hand through her long hair. "I believe we've been here before, Ichigo. If you really want to leave so badly…" she held out her arms, "I'm right here."

This time, Ichigo did not back down from her challenge. He drew Zangetsu and charged at the woman, remembering the vile treatment her subordinates maliciously gave him. He managed to make it all the way to her when she held up her hand….

Time seemed to stand still as Ichigo's zanpakuto failed to pierce Aizen's hand. Ichigo stared in shock, feeling déjà vu from the last time this happened. He was sure he could at least cut the woman, knowing he was stronger than he was back in the Soul Society. That thought was pushed out of him when Aizen's spiritual pressure hit him, slamming to the ground. "Arrrgh!" Ichigo groaned, feeling his tired body hit the hard stone.

"What's the matter, Ichigo?" Aizen asked amused. "You've fallen down, you poor boy. Can't you get up?"

"Grrrrr!" Ichigo tried and tried but couldn't stand anymore.

"Hmmm…it seems you don't want to fight me. So I'll take this a sign you'll continue through my gauntlet. Am I right?"

"Arrrrrgh!" Ichigo screamed, feeling like his brain was about to be crushed.

"I'll take that as a yes…."

As soon as Aizen's spiritual pressure let up, Ichigo managed to stand up. "Damn you…" he muttered. Aizen simply chuckled and continued down the hall, Ichigo reluctantly following.

Surprisingly, they didn't have to go far. In the middle of the hallway stood a tall woman with long black hair, her left eye obscured by an eyepatch. With her psychotic grin Ichigo was reminded of Kenpachi. What made Ichigo gulp was the huge bladed weapon she was carrying. "So this is him?" she asked.

"Yes, Nnoitora. This is our guest, Ichigo." Aizen gestured to the Espada. "Ichigo, this is Espada number five: Nnoitora Gilga." Turning back to the tall Espada, Aizen smiled up at her. "Are you ready, Nnoitora?"

The woman's lips formed a sadistic smile. "Ready and willing." Ichigo gulped again. This woman seemed worse than Grimmjow!

"Very well then. Ichigo," she turned back to the substitute and smiled, her brown eyes filled with amusement. "Good luck…."

The Soul Reaper and Espada watched the villainess leave. It wasn't until Aizen was out of sight when Nnoitora turned back to Ichigo. "So…are you ready?"

Steeling his nerve, Ichigo drew Zangetsu again. "Yeah…."

Hopeful to end this here and now, Ichigo moved as fast as he could. Even without his Bankai he was still pretty fast. But to his shock his blade ran down Nnoitora's front and didn't even scratch her! "What the? How?"

Nnoitora was amused at the boy's silly attack. "Hah! Nice try, little boy, but it won't be so easy! My skin is impenetrable! Your little toothpick won't scratch me. But why don't I show you my weapon…" she held up her weapon and grinned. "Pray: Santa Teresa!"

Ichigo was blinded by her yellow glow and watched as she transformed. When she was revealed, Ichigo almost wanted to go back to Aizen and tell her that he just wanted to go back to bed.

Nnoitora's most prominent feature was the crescent-moon mask fragment on her head as well as the hole in her head. 'What the hell? How can she still be alive if she's got a freaking hole in her head?!' What gave Ichigo the chills the most were the four arms she now possessed; now holding a wicked scythe in each hand. Knowing that an arrancar's release form powered up their existing powers, Ichigo lost all hope of victory as he stared at her, knowing that his attacks wouldn't be able to cut her like she was now, his grip on Zangetsu loosening.

"I like that look," Nnoitora said smiling as she stared at Ichigo's shocked face and could tell Ichigo's will to fight was dwindling. "I think you get the idea of what's going to happen if you fight me."

"So why don't we fight in another way?"

Ichigo blinked. "What?"

The boy's blush came back as Nnoitora let go of two of her scythes and pulled open her top, letting her twins out. "How about a different kind of fight?" She put down her remaining scythes and leaned forward, her face next to Ichigo's ear. "I hear you've got some experience in getting into a woman's pants. So how about this…" she whispered, running a clawed hand up Ichigo's front. "You come back with me to my bedroom. If you can make me cum first, you win. If I make you cum first, I win. Then, when I win, I tie you down to the bed and I make you my bitch." She turned Ichigo's head so that he could look her in the eye. "So tell me, Ichigo: Do we have a deal?"

Ichigo stared at her. He knew that the last deal he accepted got him into this situation but he could not see a way out of this without taking her up on her offer. He knew from where things stood he'd probably get flattened to a pulp he decided to take his chances with her deal. "Ok. De-" Ichigo was cut off when Nnoitora pushed him back against the wall, slipping her tongue into his mouth. Ichigo struggled but was powerless as two of her arms wrapped around him in a tight bear-hug, lifting him off his feet.

"Don't struggle," Nnoitora warned. "We could always do it your way, where I cut off your arms and legs THEN have fun…."

Knowing he was cornered, Ichigo relented, letting the tall Espada carry him into her room. He was unsurprised when she literally lifted him over her head, haul back, and catapulted him straight onto the bed, where he bounced like a dodgeball. Looking up, he could see Nnoitora literally rip her own clothes to shreds before turning her attention to him. "Now for you…" she said. When Ichigo struggled once more, she pinned him to the bed by grasping his wrists with two hands while the other two shredded his clothes.

Ichigo was taken by surprise when Nnoitora got onto the bed and crawled up to him, grinning evilly. Once again Ichigo was wrapped up by her four arms as she kissed him. It creeped Ichigo out as her long, tattooed tongue touched his, the boy wishing that his torment would just end already. Nnoitora could tell that the boy was highly sensitive, probably from his various encounters with Szayelapporo, and couldn't wait to exploit every bit of him.

Remembering that he was also trying to get the woman off, Ichigo slowly began to touch the Espada, his tongue colliding with hers. His vison was obscured by the blanket of black hair that cascaded down the Espada's head, but he could tell that the woman was enjoying the feeling of him. "So…you do know how to touch a woman," Nnoitora taunted as she looked down at Ichigo. Gripping his hands again to keep him pinned to the bed, Nnoitora started to grind her body against Ichigo's. She could see him grit his teeth as he tried to bear the burning pleasure and the thought of tipping Ichigo over the edge of the abyss made the mantis-woman grin evilly. "Remember, Ichigo: I make you cum, no matter what trick I use, you're my bitch for however long I say."

Ichigo scowled up at the Espada and tried to buck her off. Sadly, it made her grind against his body harder. Nnoitora attacked his neck, dragging her tongue across his neck. She straddled Ichigo, feeling his throbbing cock rub against her entrance. She looked down and saw that he was already leaking pre-cum. "Oh? Looks like you've already given up. How nice…."

Once more the boy struggled against her, trying hard to at least fight back in his own way. "Grrr! Get off!" With all of his strength, he broke Nnoitora's grip and shoved her off of him. Nnoitora was taken by surprise when Ichigo threw himself on top of her, shoving himself inside her.

"Oh!" Nnoitora gasped, surprised at the role reversal. Ichigo squeezed her breasts hard, his teeth clenched as he lay into the Espada. This was a bit of a first for him, being in control of things. Every other time he'd been controlled by Zommari or Szayelapporo. His hips slammed against Nnoitora's as he pumped into the woman, his grip on her tits tightening. He guessed that the woman loved domination so he could use that to his advantage. Nnoitora arched her back as she was filled. Few of the arrancar men could compare to Ichigo and even fewer dared to try to subjugate the number five Espada like this. She absolutely loved Ichigo's cock piston into her depths at almost flashstep speeds, the force of his thrusts strong enough to break a lesser woman.

A shame Nnoitora wasn't a lesser woman. He might've stood a chance….

Craning her head up, Nnoitora licked Ichigo's earlobe, her top two hands gently gripping his shoulders while her bottom hands running up his back. "I'm sorta impressed, Ichigo…but you're never going to win."

Any momentum Ichigo had built up hit a brick wall as Nnoitora revealed her trump card. Ichigo's momentum was halted when two more arms sprouted from her body, gripping his ass and keeping him still. Seeing Ichigo's shocked face made Nnoitora grin from ear to ear. "What's the matter? You didn't think that a little burst of energy was all you'd need." She craned her neck and licked Ichigo's cheek. Ichigo tried to move but her six hands had an grip of steel.

"Now you're all mine."

Ichigo gave a small groan as Ichigo was rolled onto his back, Nnoitora lifting her hips off of Ichigo. Keeping Ichigo pinned to the bed once more, Nnoitora gripped Ichigo's slick shaft with her newly groaned hand. Ichigo squirmed as Nnoitora ran a thumb across the sensitive head, trying and failing to break free. He was already close to orgasm because of his rampant pounding and now it was taking every bit of concentration to keep himself from falling over the edge. "Stop…" he groaned.

"No. Stop. Don't. My god you sound like a bitch!" Nnoitora said, rolling her eyes. "What Lady Aizen sees in you, I've no idea."

Going back to the matter at hand, Nnoitora's hand continued to stroke Ichigo at a faster and faster pace. Ichigo scrunched his eyes shut and tried to bear with it, only to open them in shock as Nnoitora used a free hand to grasp his balls, playing with them. Her remaining two arms roamed her own body, rubbing her aching cunt while running a thumb across her tit. Leaning forward, Nnoitora's tongue licked Ichigo's lips. She could tell Ichigo was teetering on the edge and knew it wouldn't be hard to shove him into the abyss. "That's it, Ichigo," she taunted. "Cum!"

As Nnoitora squeezed Ichigo's balls, he couldn't hold it in any longer, his overly sensitive body yielding to her touch. "No…Ahhhh!" he shouted as he came, covering Nnoitora's hand in his white spunk.

Ichigo lay still on the bed as his orgasm ended, defeated once again. Nnoitora licked her hand clean and smiled down at him. "Now that you've cum, Ichigo. You're mine!" she leered down at him. "By the time I'm done, there's not going to be a drop of cum left in you…."

"You have no idea how right you are, bitch!"

Nnoitora's eye widened when Ichigo's head snapped forward, a white hollow mask growing as his eyes darkened. "What the fuck?!" She was grabbed by the throat and thrown off the hollowfying boy.

"I'm not going to play side-saddle to a bunch of bitches! If you're looking for a fuck, I'm more than willing to pound your cunt!"

Nnoitora was the one pinned now as Ichigo lay on top of her, entering her again. Nnoitora cried out as her womb was punched, this time her body yielding to Ichigo….

Meanwhile….
Aizen's Private Chamber
Aizen POV

"Hmmm…interesting," Aizen noted. She watched on the monitor the masked Ichigo dominating the Espada. "So you're finally giving in to your hollow, Ichigo? How fascinating." She sipped her tea and smirked. "Still, the boy did lose his wager so I'll throw him at Nnoitora again tomorrow." She saw Ichigo's face, now fully masked, and raised an eyebrow. "You've certainly improved, Ichigo."

"I wonder how you'll fare against Ulquiorra though…"

To be continued
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