Chapter 11: Orihime's Training
OrihimeXCirucci

A.N.: This is a request by Mart-0skart. For this chapter, I'm going to focus on Orihime since she's been on the receiving end of the story and I think it'd be only fair if she got some attention. That and when else am I going to be able to justify this pairing?
Disclaimer: I don't own Bleach.
Warning: Lemon! Yuri!

The next morning….
Las Noches

Orihime followed Aizen as she led her into the Den of Tres Cifras. She worried for Ichigo, who was currently being trained on mastering his new Hollowfication, sparring with the crazy Espada Grimmjow while Ulquiorra and Halibel watched over him. As soon as they got up and bathed that morning, Aizen had come to them and retrieved Orihime, telling her it was her time to train with the Lady of Las Noches.

"Um…Lady Aizen?" Orihime asked as she followed the brown-haired woman down the stairs, "What did you mean yesterday when you said you'd give me the will to kill?"

Without turning around, Aizen answered. "It is very simple, my dear. Your powers are unique. Certainly far more unique than any power here or in the Soul Society. That being said, your powers are severely crippled by your disposition." She didn't need to turn around to see the massive question mark over her head and elaborated. "You're far too nice for your own good. Think back to when you and Uryu Ishida were confronted by the Squad Seven Third-Seat."

Orihime didn't need a reminder. It hurt her to remember seeing Tsubaki injured at the hands of the brutish Soul Reaper; a reminder of her lack of strength. "Right…"

"Unlike my powers or Ichigo's, which are fueled by honing our strengths, yours are directly fueled by your emotions and state of mind. Even if you've resolve…without a killer instinct you're swinging a dulled sword." When she turned around, Aizen saw that Orihime was looking at her with apprehension. "What's the matter?"

"I…I don't know if I can do this," Orihime said, taking a step back. "I…I want to help Ichigo but…I want to remain me…."

Continuing to smile her usual smile, Aizen put a hand on Orihime's shoulder gently. "I understand. We're not going to remake you whole, Orihime, but rather, we're going to give this beautiful rose a few sharp thorns." And with that, she turned around and walked back towards the Den of Tres Cifras.

The two reached their destination: a set of double-doors marked with the numbers one-zero-five. "What is this place?" Orihime asked, standing next to Aizen.

"This part of Las Noches is known as the Den of Tres Cifras," Aizen explained as she reached for the door. "Those who reside here are demoted Espadas who're given a three digit number. We call these Arrancars Privaron Espadas. And for your training, I'm enlisting the aid of one such Privaron Espada."

Aizen opened the door and walked inside, Orihime following close behind her. The room was dimly lit by torches on the wall and was sparsely furnished. White furniture lined the circular room and a large metal object lay in the middle of the room. Orihime saw a figure with its back to the two and another question mark popped above her head. 'Um…she's a fairy?' she wondered from the wings sticking out of the back of her outfit.

Walking over to the Privaron Espada, Aizen addressed the Arrancar. "Good morning, Cirruci. This is Orihime Inoue. She'll be receiving your tutelage today. Orihime," she turned to the girl and gestured to the Arrancar, "This is Arrancar number one hundred and five: Privaron Espada Cirruci Sanderwicci."

The Privaron Espada turned around and all Orihime could do was stare in awe. The woman was wearing the most extravagant dress she'd ever seen, with a wide skirt and wings flaring out the back and had accessories matching her purple hair. Purple teardrop marks hung beneath her eyes and she wore purple fingerless gloves and garters. A hairpin mask fragment adorned her hair, capping off her unique appearance.

Cirruci looked over Orihime and raised an eyebrow. "This her?"

Aizen nodded.

Purple lips formed a salacious smile as she walked around Orihime, liking what she was seeing. She could see the scars around her neck and she knew the girl was no stranger to pain. Which was good since Orihime would be introduced to it shortly.

Sitting down on a couch, Aizen looked at Cirruci and nodded. "Go ahead, Cirruci. She's all yours for today."

"Excellent." The Privaron Espada walked over to the wall and pulled something off of it. Orihime shivered when she saw what it was: a whip. Walking back over to Orihime, the fallen Espada gestured to the monitor. "Orihime, it's time you learned to attack with a lust for blood. So here's how this is going to work: we're going to teach you to strike to kill. No more Ms. Nice Girl."

Aizen snapped her fingers and the machine at the center of the room turned on. Orihime gasped in horror as the macabre, leering visage of Mayuri Kurotsuchi appeared in front of her, scalpel in hand. Orihime took a step back out of fear, memories of his nightmarish experiments flooding her mind.

Putting an arm around her, Cirruci smiled. "Relax, Orihime," she said softly with faux compassion. "He's not real. That is just a hologram we've whipped up to give you a target." Her hand slipped beneath Orihime's outfit to touch her scarred back. "I know all about how you suffered at that maniac's hands. This will be practice until you meet the genuine Mayuri. Now attack it," Cirruci leaned close until Orihime could feel the woman's breath on her ear, "Kill him, Orihime."

Stepping forward, Orihime looked at the hologram with caution. It was so lifelike; it looked like Mayuri would jump off the projector and attack Orihime. Swallowing the lump in her throat, Orihime put a hand to her hairpins. "Tsubaki!" Her main offensive spirit appeared, ready and willing to attack. "Koten Zanshun! I Reject!"

Tsubaki charged at the faux Mayuri, barreling straight at the sadistic scientist. Whatever the hologram was made of happened to include a lifelike reaction to being struck. But despite her hatred and anger towards the scientist, Orihime's heart wasn't in the attack. Instead of cleaving the insane scientist in half, Tsubaki merely maimed the man. Mayuri cried out in pain before shattering as if made of glass.

"Tsk, tsk," Aizen chided, watching the scene play out before her. "The will was there, Orihime, but there was no hatred within your strike. Right now you're an eagle with no wings."

"Hmmm, that's not the analogy I'd prefer," Cirruci scowled. She knew this was going to be a long day. Though it might end up being pleasant, all things considered. "She's like a kitten who only knows how to meow and chew on a person's leg." She uncoiled the whip and gave Orihime a wicked smile. "Take off your pants."

"Wh-what?" Orihime trembled in fear.

"Here's how this is going to work, Orihime," Cirruci said, "Every time I see you attack without killing intent, you get a few smacks to the bottom."

Orihime paled. Suddenly she was regretting joining Aizen….

Aizen sensed Orihime's fear and decided to chime in. "Fret not, Orihime. Cirruci knows better than to seriously harm you. But pain will help you dig deep into your psyche and pull out the anger you need. Now remove your pants and bend over," she instructed.

Shaking with fear, Orihime undid her black obi and let her hakama fall to the ground. Stepping out of her pooled pants while still wearing her black panties, Orihime bent over and squeezed her eyes shut.

CRACK!

Orihime flinched as Cirruci's whip whacked her bottom, the stinging pain shooting into her brain.

"Think back, Orihime," Aizen said, her words slithering into Orihime's ears as Cirruci whipped her again.

CRACK!

"Let the pain remind you of the pain Mayuri Kurotsuchi gave you."

CRACK!

The pain wasn't severe but Orihime was already beginning to get sore from the whip. Aizen snapped her fingers again and the hologram projector turned back on. This time the sinister image of Nemu Kurotsuchi appeared. The hologram stared at Orihime with cold, grim eyes.

"Again," Cirruci demanded.

Orihime closed her eyes. The burning pain of her whipped ass surged into her mind, bringing back memories of Mayuri's cruel surgeries, the nightmarish hallucinations caused by his drugs and the neverending jeering the man gave her over Ichigo's fate. Looking up, she stared down at the hologram with angry eyes.

"Koten Zanshun! I Reject!" she shouted.

Aizen watched in satisfaction as the image of Nemu screamed in horror before Tsubaki bifurcated it, her lips forming an evil grin. "Very good. You've taken flight now." Snapping her fingers once more, the image of Byakuya Kuchiki, the woman who'd tormented Ichigo worse than anyone, appeared next.

Cirruci grinned. "Again."

An hour later….

Aizen snapped her fingers again, Orihime panting as the revived image of Mayuri Kurotsuchi appeared before her once more. "One last time. Show me the depths of your hatred."

Orihime's ass stung from Cirruci's whipping. While Cirruci was being as gentle as possible with her whipping, taking care not to go too far, whenever Orihime's resolve would falter or she couldn't bring herself to kill one of the images of a captain she barely knew, Cirruci would whip her bottom again, the pain sparking more horrific memories of her torture at the hands of the Soul Society. By now her hatred had become red-hot and she could now kill at will.

Tsubaki hovered above Orihime. It too had gone through a metamorphosis as Orihime gave in to her hatred and rage. It's eyes now glowed red and its wings now appeared draconic, horns shooting out of his head as he was fueled with more of Orihime's hatred.

The girl saw the image in front of her distort for a moment and it changed slightly. Orihime saw red when she saw the addition that Aizen made: before Mayuri was Ichigo, bleeding and violated. "TSUBAKI!" she screamed as her heart filled with venom. "I REJECT! KILL HIM! KILL!"

Tsubaki's strike was so great that even Cirruci stepped back out of fear. The sprite's attack destroyed the image of Mayuri, the faux captain dying a horrible death. The attack was so great it complete vaporized the hologram projector itself, a deep gash carved into the room.

Orihime dropped to her knees and panted for air, exhaustion taking its toll from the girl. Tsubaki reverted back to normal thanks to the loss of Orihime's anger and returned to her hairpin. Cirruci looked at the girl impressed and hung up the whip. Turning towards her master, she smiled wickedly. "I think we've given her a will to kill."

"Indeed," said Aizen, satisfied at Orihime's growth. While she was in no way completely changed, she'd taken her first steps to unlocking her true potential and it fascinated her to see how much Orihime would grow alongside Ichigo.

'The foolishness of the Soul Society is starting to become a bad comedy,' Aizen mused as she stood up. 'Such potential in these two and they wanted to crush it.' She quietly walked over to Orihime and put a hand on her shoulder. "Excellent work, Orihime," she praised.

"Yeah but…" Orihime's hands went to her sore bottom. Red marks covered her ass and her panties were barely hanging on by now. "My butt hurts…."

Cirruci laughed. "Yeah, that sounds about right."

"Cirruci," Aizen turned to her fallen Espada, "I must go check on Ichigo's progress. Do take care of Orihime while I'm away. I will return for her in due time." She felt that both Cirruci and Orihime deserved a reward for today and she knew that Cirruci was bursting at the seams to sink her claws into Orihime.

Again, Aizen knew that it was a bit lowbrow for her to hand Orihime over to the Privaron Espada but she knew that Orihime was becoming accustomed to the pleasures of the flesh. And it was clear that both she and Ichigo were meant to be together so it would do Orihime good to have some experience.

Orihime and Cirruci waited while Aizen left the room, the door clicking shut as she closed it. Cirruci looked down at her ward and smiled mirthlessly. Helping the pained girl to her feet, she gestured to an adjacent door. "Come on. Let's go to my room so I can treat that sore ass of yours." Orihime gasped as Cirruci lifted her up and carried her over her shoulder into her room, the Privaron Espada not caring if she was a bit rough. She walked into her bedroom, a lavishly decorated room compared to the rest of Las Noches. A four-poster bed lay in the middle, covered by purple drapes. Lining the walls were drawers and desks, all filled with both garments and devious items of a sexual nature….

Laying Orihime down on the bed, Cirruci rolled her onto her front and looked down at the girls' abused bottom. The sight of her whipped ass made Cirruci wet and she could barely contain herself. "Here," she said as she raised one of the curtains to her bed, stepping out of it. "I've ointment that will soothe that ass of yours."

Orihime lay on the bed patiently while her new comrade rummaged through drawers. She thought about her friends, dead and alive, wondering if they would approve of her new attitude. True, she was still the kind Orihime that she always was, but now she could feel the viper of hatred present inside her heart and she knew what she had to do protect those she held dear. Closing her eyes, she thought about the coming battles ahead. 'I will kill him.' She remembered the images of Mayuri and Nemu dying over and over again. 'I will make them pay for what they've done to us.'

Orihime heard the curtains shift again and felt the bed dip. "Got the ointment for you. Hold still. It's cold," Cirruci warned before opening the tube of ointment. "Hang on," she said quickly, "Gotta get rid of these." Because she was exhausted and in the presence of another women, Orihime didn't resist as Cirruci removed her torn panties, tossing them to the side before squirting the ointment onto her sore ass. Orihime cringed from the cold feel before cooing in content as Cirruci palmed her cheeks and began to massage her, the ointment causing the red whip-marks on her cheeks to fade, the pain soothed away. Cirruci smirked as Orihime hummed in contentment. "Gotta say, Orihime, you sure gave those holograms nasty deaths. I'm glad you're on our side."

"Thanks," Orihime murmured. She felt so tired and yet Cirruci's massaging felt so dirty. "But was the whipping really necessary?"

"No pain, no gain," Cirruci chastised. "You were far too nice for your own good. Some things are necessary. Like this for example…."

Orihime's fatigue evaporated as Cirruci took two lubed fingers and plunged them into her asshole. "GAH!" she gasped, her sphincter clenching down on the invading digits. "Cirruci! What are you doing?" She turned her head only to stare in shock when she saw the Privaron Espada.

The first thing Orihime saw was that Cirruci was no longer wearing her extravagant white outfit. The woman had stripped down to her underwear. A purple bra showed much of her cleavage, her bust as sizable as Orihime's. Instead of regular underwear, Cirruci opted to wear a thong. With the stockings and garters tied to her body, it made her look sinfully erotic. The second thing that Orihime saw was next to Cirruci was an array of sex-toys. Cirruci saw Orihime's shocked expression and grinned from ear to ear, not even bothering to hide her seductive gleam. "You've worked hard today, Orihime. It's time to unwind with a little fun."

Orihime tried to get up and stop Cirruci but the Privaron Espada merely plunged her fingers deeper into her asshole. "Ohhhh!" Orihime clutched the black bedsheets as Cirruci scissored her fingers, stretching her asshole. "Stop!" she pleaded. "I'm not into that kind of stuff!"

Cirruci didn't stop grinning. "Says the girl who's only had sex twice. I can spot people like you from a mile away, Orihime. Pure, innocent types that hardly know anything about true pleasure. Tell me, have you even pleasured yourself before you went to the Soul Society with Ichigo Kurosaki?" she asked, pumping her fingers in and out of Orihime's ass.

Biting her lip, Orihime squeezed her eyes shut. Despite the bizarre feeling of having something prodding her ass, she couldn't deny how good it felt. "No…" she meekly answered.

"Exactly. You've a lot to learn," Cirruci chastised as she reached for a toy. "Besides, I've wanted to have some fun with this tight ass of yours for hours. And I know you'll enjoy it too…" Cirruci leaned forward until her purple lips neared Orihime's ear. "I could sense it, Orihime. You liked being whipped. Your lessons don't have to end with just a killer intent exercise," she offered, "I can show you things that would blow your mind. And just imagine how turned on your boyfriend will be when you demonstrate some of what I teach you." Even while talking, Cirruci never stopped pumping her fingers into Orihime's ass, the teen's moans becoming music to her ears. She noticed that Orihime had fallen silent and knew she had her. The pure and innocent were always the quickest to succumb to their darkest desires and Orihime was no exception.

Without even waiting for Orihime to reply, Cirruci pulled her fingers out of her asshole. When she heard Orihime groan in disappointment she looked down and saw that her pussy was already wet. "Turned on already? See? You do enjoy this. But don't worry, I've something much better than fingers…."

The Privaron Espada lifted Orihime's hips up, raising her ass until it was high in the air. Orihime wondered what the woman had in mind, only to cry out as something much larger than fingers entered her backdoor. "Guhhhhh!" the girl cried as Cirruci slid an anal plug into her asshole.

"Ahahah…" Cirruci chuckled as she squeezed Orihime's cheeks, her nails digging into her soft cheeks before she sat up on her knees. Gripping Orihime's hips, she flipped the girl over and stared down at her. "The outfit looks good on you, Orihime, but it's got to go." Orihime lay still and let Cirruci strip her of the rest of her outfit, leaving her bare before the Privaron Espada. The woman licked her lips as she took in the sight before her. "My, my," she teased, running a finger up Orihime's belly, feeling the scars beneath her touch. "Such a beautiful body."

Orihime blushed from the look in Cirruci's eyes. After she'd been so cruelly mutilated by Mayuri the word "Beautiful" was one she was no longer familiar with. She tried hard not to move; the anal plug kept shifting inside her with every small movement. She looked over to the array of sex-toys on the bed. "Um…what are those for?"

"Oh you'll see. I like to spice up my bedroom encounters. Oh, I have so much to show you…" the fallen Espada grinned before reaching for several of her toys. "You'll find that pain can bring more pleasure than you'd imagine," the sadistic Arrancar grabbed to small clamps connected by a thin chain. Cirruci snaked up Orihime's front, her nails dragging up the girl's sides. The purple-haired woman's lips wrapped around Orihime's pink nipples, sucking on her with surprising gentleness.

"Ohhhhh…" Orihime moaned, not used to feeling this good at the hands of another woman. Cirruci switched breasts, licking the neglected nipple with her hot tongue until it was nice and hard. The Privaron Espada leaned forward and planted a light kiss on Orihime's lips, getting her to relax before applying the clamps. Orihime yelped as the woman affixed the clamps to her nipples. Straddling the girl's stomach, Cirruci pulled on the chain connecting the clamps, smiling with sadistic glee as Orihime's breasts stretched. "Ah! Cirruci! Oh!"

Cirruci could tell by Orihime's contorting face that she was getting into it. "You like it, don't you?" When Orihime refused to answer she pulled harder. "Well, Orihime?"

Her teeth clenched shut, Orihime arched her back as her boobs were pulled, her nipples stretching to their limit. Maybe it was because of the whipping earlier or the fact that a beautiful, half-naked woman was straddling her naked body but she was enjoying it. "Yes!" she finally shouted, her hands reaching for Cirruci's. "It feels so good!"

Letting go of the chain, Cirruci took hold of Orihime's hands and put them on covered chest. "You like?" she teased as Orihime palmed her breasts. She pulled Orihime up, the girl groaning from the shifting in the anal plug. Getting herself comfortable in Orihime's lap, Cirruci guided her hands behind her before capturing her lips in a hot kiss.

Being kissed by the Privaron Espada made Orihime's head fogged up. What happened in the last two days was intense but this felt way more kinky. Her tongue clashed with Cirruci's as she undid the Arrancar's bra. Unhooking it, Orihime pulled it away from Cirruci and tossed it over to the side, the garment joining her black panties. The two girls pressed their breasts together as they kissed again, Orihime taking the initiative and pulling the Arrancar close against her. She hissed as Cirruci bit down on her lower lip, the woman pulling on the chain to the clamps again, bringing more stinging pleasure to the girl.

Leaving the chain where it was, Cirruci pushed Orihime onto her back again and got off her lap, the girl's stomach damp from Cirruci's juices soaking through her thong. Spreading Orihime's legs wide, the Privaron Espada gripped the anal plug still inside Orihime's asshole. "Mmmh!" Orihime groaned when the woman pulled the plug out of her bottom. Tossing the used toy to the side, Cirruci reached for more toys.

"You know, Orihime, I could tell that you're a girl who likes it in the ass," she teased as she grabbed a double-ended dildo. Lubing it up, she started to push the head of the toy into Orihime's asshole.

"Ahh!" Orihime cried out as the toy filled her backdoor. Never in her wildest dreams did she imagined doing anything that involved her ass. "It hurts!" she groaned, feeling her ass stretch around the toy.

"Don't worry," Cirruci purred as she pushed the toy as deep as it could go. "It'll feel good soon enough…."She twisted the dildo, drinking in the sight of Orihime arch her back and cry out more. Slowly she pulled it out and pushed it back in.

Soon Orihime relaxed her asshole, letting the toy slide deeper into her. "So deep!" she groaned, her hands instinctively went to her dripping pussy and started to rub it, the girl giving in to her inner lust. She threw her head back and curled her toes as the pain in her ass morphed into pleasure. "Ohhh!" Her toes curled as the pleasure started to boil inside her.

'She's all mine now…' Cirruci thought with a grin. She let go of the dildo and sat up. She peeled off her thong and leaned backward. Orihime's eyes widened when she saw that the Privaron Espada had an anal plug inside of her as well. A lewd moan left Cirruci's purple lips as she pulled the toy out, having had the sex-toy inside her the entire time she was training Orihime. Grabbing the other end of the double-ended dildo, she sat up and licked the toy, lubing it up with her saliva. Laying back down she brought it to her puckered hole and pushed the toy inside her. "Ahhhh," she sighed as her asshole was filled by the toy. "That's nice…."

Orihime clutched the sheets as the toy inside her stirred her insides. "Ahhh!" Her fingers plunged into her pussy as she bucked her hips in time with Cirruci's, the two girls fucking their assholes with the toy. "It's so deep!"

Spreading her legs wider, Cirruci reached down and grabbed the toy, twisting it. She laughed as Orihime curled her toes and moaned louder. "Mmmmmmmmh! So good! So good!"

Her eyes squeezing shut, Orihime opened her mouth to let out a loud cry, the bubble inside her popping. "YES! YESSSSS!" she screamed before cumming, squirting all over her fingers. Cirruci pushed the toy as deep as she could before crying out along with Orihime, cumming hard.

Recovering quickly, Cirruci pulled the toy out of her before slowly pulling the other end out of Orihime. A hiss escaped Orihime's lips as the burning pain in her ass hit her once the toy retreated from her ass. Orihime's vision spun as she basked in the afterglow, the girl wondering how good it would feel if Ichigo gave her anal.

Cirruci put a hand on Orihime's stomach, snapping her out of her stupor. "You know, Orihime, we've still time before I must return you to Lady Aizen," she suggested, reaching for a riding crop. "Shall I teach you more about how to take pleasure from pain?"

Without hesitating, Orihime rolled over and got onto her hands and knees, showing her ass to the Privaron Espada. "Teach me."

To be continued

A.N.: Next chapter will include another spicy lemon, then it's back to basics.