Chapter 6: Mind-Addling Manipulation

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Stirring to consciousness, drowsiness starts to fade away paving the way for you to fully awaken. The thick comforter is wrapped around you comfortably and you push it away in an attempt to turn away only to be blindsided by the stressful sight of Aizen smiling directly in your face. Your stomach sank and you nearly wilted at his unexpected presence.

"Good morning, I take it you slept well?" He asked warmly.

The question caused you to jerk up swiftly, gaping at him in object horror.

Shocked, you didn't really have a response to give him. Mainly because you did in fact sleep well and that angered you a great deal. It was the first time you were brought to this godforsaken place, that you slept soundly.

Usually when you'd wake up, he'd already be gone off to his own devices then he would rejoin you in time for breakfast. To wake up and find him staring in your face with that same saccharine smile just did something to you. Each morning you awoke in his bed, it crushed a piece of your soul.

The sudden change terrified you, especially when you considered what spurned it. You were beside yourself with the need to get away from the man. Consequently, all that did was make him want to be near you even more. You can't stand how he chooses to be near you constantly when you want nothing more than to be as far away from him as possible. Frankly, you could do without the added stress on top of that.

Immediately, your gaze drops down to the white sheets and you grip them tightly as you subconsciously recall what happened the night prior.

Vivid images of the previous night flashed in your mind in alarming quantities and you immediately wanted them to evaporate into thin air out of the resulting shame. Even worse, residual feelings from his erotic ministrations could also be felt as it was happening to you all over again. Your cheeks heated at the memory. As much as you tried to, you could not lie to yourself - the things he'd done to you felt glorious.

On one hand, you hated yourself for letting it happen but still in spite of that, a small part of you was hoping to feel that mind-numbing pleasure once more. Those few gratifying moments allowed you some reprieve from the absolute nightmare you were trapped in.

The self-loathing swept over you like a strong tidal wave.

You're ashamed of yourself - ashamed of letting your guard down so easily. You felt taken advantage of but you also felt as though you allowed it to happen. As a result, you and him had now crossed into sexual territory and despite how you wished you wished you could, there was no turning back. Frankly, you were absolutely floored by what had transpired between the two of you.

"I hope we can be more comfortable with one another from now on." He said.

You found the concept impossible.

Breakfast with the man as a pained, dull affair that mostly consisted of you being lost in your thoughts despite him remaining pleasant throughout. On the other hand, there was little engagement on your part. All you did was stare at the edge of the table in an ashamed stupor, completely unable to look him directly in the face. There were numerous times where he tried engaging you in conversation but you tried not to acknowledge him or simply gave one word answers. It was uncomfortable to say the least.

Remarkably, Aizen had yet to address your strange behavior and you highly doubted that he would. Because then you both would have to actually discuss what had transpired and your negative feelings about it would have to be acknowledged. Truthfully, you vacant and glazed stare should've been proof enough of how you currently felt.

You weren't supposed to give in - you weren't supposed to give him what he wanted. Yet you wound up doing just that. Just because he provided you with clothes and spoke sweetly to you didn't mean he got to do those things to you on that table. You didn't owe him anything. That dealt a serious blow to your pride.

You're stronger than that, you know you are.

Whether he knew it or not, the man was slowly wearing you and your resolve down. Both mentally and emotionally. And you feared everyday that your breaking point was imminent.

In an expected turn of events, Aizen accompanied you to what he called his 'throne room'. The room was large and spacious with nothing really occupying that space except for a stone carved chair in the center that overlooked the room itself. You wonder if this is where he goes throughout the day when he's choosing not to pester you.

Folding your hands in your lap, you tried to cultivate the image of a calm, well-put together woman who wasn't on the verge of losing it. Despite it pretty much being a pointless endeavor, you attempted to make yourself as small as possible.

A firm arm was wrapped securely around your waist as he lifted you right onto his lap and you pressed your lips together anxiously. He'd positioned you exactly where he wanted you and you didn't move an inch despite wanting to do the opposite. It was better to remain passive and disengaged from what was happening around you. Even so, there was little resistance on your part.

Squirming uncomfortably, you found the man's lap a little too warm for your liking. You would rather be anywhere than where you actually were. He could have made you sit at his feet and it would've been less degrading. In a way, you feel as though you were being put on display for all to see. Even as you sat quiet and perfectly pliant on the man's lap, he quietly demanded everyone's attention.

Before long, a number of figures were brought forth before him at varying times to address individual matters. Little attention was directed towards you which was a relief in itself.

He maintained a more benevolent demeanor than you expected him to. Most beings with power and authority tended to be cruel and unrelenting in their leadership, Aizen appeared to be nothing of the sort. You've never seen anything like it.

Your observations weren't for naught.

This sort of thing was exactly what you figured a man like him loved to do - sitting on a throne passing judgment to his subjects. It seemed like something men in his position loved to do. Not only that but it still had to be taken into consideration that these individuals willfully followed Aizen of their own volition. Him being a gorgeous man combined with charm and charisma he excluded made it easy to see why people followed him.

But why though? What sort of power did the man possess to be able to command an entire palace of people?

At this point, you had more questions than answers and that realization was even more upsetting. Everything about it bothered you; you're way too hyper aware of things like that.

Whilst you sat propped with Aizen's arm around you, so many things occurred to you.

At first, you hardly took notice of it. As unsuspecting as you could be at times, you weren't completely oblivious to the deep psychological aspects of what he was doing.

He was masterful at swaying situations in such a way that suited his liking. He enjoyed operating on a twisted sort of logic while giving them the illusion of a choice. There's a subtle manipulation to his methods and it pretty much confirmed what you'd already deduced about him. He gave them false hope that they could escape their situation.

In one instance, a strange man wearing a mask was brought before him, seemingly to answer for some transgression unknown to you. From what you gathered, whatever he'd done caused enough of a ruckus to warrant disciplinary action from Aizen.

Speaking in that mellow, silken tone of voice, Aizen calmly addressed the subject in question. "I'm delighted that you made it back in one piece. However, there's quite a few things that must be addressed. The first being…that I did not give your clearance to enter the human world."

There's a deathly silent, weighted pause in between his statement and no one dared to interrupt him. In a way, Aizen simply making softly spoken statements came off as overwhelmingly threatening. For all you know, the polite persona he put on seemed to be anything but…

Based on their dispositions, these people were scared shitless of him and rightfully so. Half of them could barely even meet his gaze when he spoke to them. Even the distance at which you sat, you could make out the visible tremors in their frame. You hear how their voice trembled ever so slightly when they directly addressed him.

"Care to explain?" He softly asked, as they began to profusely apologize with bowed heads.

The man timorously began to explain his unauthorized actions to the other man who listened to it all with a reserved countenance.

"You wouldn't want to displease me would you?"

While Aizen may have sounded like it but you bet that he wasn't as disappointed as he let on. This was all for show. Considering how he liked to play with people as if they were his own personal toys to do with as he pleased.

"No…Lord Aizen!" The man scrambled to say. "Never…"

"So we're in agreement then…this won't happen again will it? I'd hate to have to have this conversation for a second time."

"No Lord Aizen. It won't happen again…you have my word."

"Splendid."

That pretty much concluded that discussion and the man seemed relieved to be let off the hook. He obviously didn't want to be the source of Aizen's discontentment.

Nervously, you watched as they all kneeled down on one knee to him. Quite a few had come to debrief on important developments that took place under his direction, most of which you didn't understand as many of the details were left purposely vague.

At the present, you failed to realize just how much power he held in this strange little world of his. If it wasn't obvious enough, him being displeased with their actions came with disastrous consequences.

Shifting uncomfortably, you suddenly froze when you could feel the hardness against your backside. Your eyes went wide with shock, breath hitching and becoming lugged in your throat.

Your body, while startled, appeared to have a different reaction than what you were expecting. A certain warmth begins to emerge inside of you and you're horrified at yourself for recognizing it for what it was. The events of last night seemed to have effectively created a domino effect. That only added to your current frustrations.

No matter how much you tried to distract yourself from the current proceedings, you still couldn't shake the lingering feeling of his mouth on you. The thought of his lips brushing indulgently over your own.

After a while, you'd managed to distract yourself with the current proceedings, that is until you finally took notice that Aizen's right hand was stroking your thigh.

You hurriedly locked your knees together in an effort to halt his unwanted exploration. "What are you doing?" You questioned.

"You seem tense…I'd like to help with that."

That excuse didn't make any kind of sense. You didn't understand how him fondling you was going to help with any kind tenseness in your body. As far as you were concerned, there was nothing he could do to ease the tenseness and discomfort from your frame.

"No…I don't want to do that right now." You said.

"Oh? Would you like to continue it at a later time then?"

"No, I don't want to do it at all." You grounded out insistently.

You'd rather not be fondled out in the open where people could plainly see should they just so happen to walk in. Sadly, your hope of him stopping was hanging on a thread by now.

Tragically, you didn't possess the ability to disconnect your mind from your body at the moment. This was one of those instances where you had to come to grips with the realization that circumstances were beyond your control. He reveled in taking the power from individuals and subjugating them to obey his will, how was this any different? So you resigned without any other choice.

"It's a shame that I had this skirt designed to be lengthy. Not the best choice if I want to have access to such a sacred place without impediment."

You can't believe something so sexual would come out of his dignified mouth.

"No…you can't…"

He kissed you, swallowing down any further protests.

You started shaking from adrenaline or just bodily excitement, whichever it was you didn't actually know.

You went completely stiff pure horror trickling into you.

Warm hands began to rub up and down your sides. "Please calm down, I have no intentions of hurting you. Surely you know that by now."

You gasped loudly.

In a move that was completely unexpected, Aizen lifts you up and maneuvers you around on his lap and you soon find yourself staring into the man's devilish visage. Your thighs splayed open on either side of his. Your heart begins to pound with the mounting apprehension, blood crashing through your veins in an adrenaline fueled rush.

He gazed down at you intently, eyes darkened hungrily and immediately you felt helplessly ensnared by the gaze. Despite doing your best to ignore the ache in your thighs, arousal quickly spread throughout your lower half.

The knowledge that he was now watching you the entire time was nerve wracking. You can barely stand the intensity of his inviting brown eyes.

Just what was going on in his mind to think something like this was appropriate? And to initiate it on a throne no less?

A fingertip hovered just outside of your leaking entrance. A clear reminder of what could happen should he choose to press in any further.

Frantic, you reached down to grip his forearm trying to prevent his dexterous fingers from entering. "No…don't put them in."

"I won't." He assured.

You let out a mewl of protest as fingers slipped past the folds that shielded your moist entrance.

"Shhhh." He shushed you and he leaned in to kiss you deeply.

Long slender fingers slid sensually over your pussy and tiny electrical sparks started shooting through your body at the touch. He gently began to rub over the nub of your achingly sensitive clit. Your cunt was quick to reward his ministrations with hot liquid.

Unconsciously, your mouth began to part, releasing wanton utterances. Inadvertently, giving Aizen the opportunity to slip his tongue inside the warm cavern of your mouth while circling the swollen labia. The man's slick tongue explored the wet orifice expertly, leaving no space untouched. Intertwining his tongue indulgently with yours before he eventually pulled back.

"Does it feel good?" He lowly purred, warm breath tickling the surface of your skin before nipping lightly at your jawline.

The potent sensation of ecstasy overtook your thoughts. Unfortunately, the sensuous motion of his soft lips along your neck addled your already fragile mind. You no longer had control of how your body responded to his touches.

A dark smile crept over his lips as your right hand gripped the front of his pristine white clothing for dear life.

Your head flew back, heart thrashing widely in your chest, mind going blank. As far as you know, Aizen's penetrating brown eyes rapt on your pleasure-etched face, watching every expression. You heard a faint but deep chuckle leave his mouth at your reaction.

He thrumed you masterfully like an instrument he was well versed in playing. Digits dancing skillfully over your engorged labia. The very sensation had you reeling.

"You can have this pleasure everyday if you want. That's what I offer you." The sound of his deep, sultry voice was hypnotizing.

"Please…" You rasped.

Fingers worked faster against your slippery clit, his sinful digits stroking your most sensitive place with vigor. Steady building the pleasure to a fever pitch, stimulating the nerve endings. The motion of doing so has a devastating effect on your body. Hips jerking into his hand, you panted wildly, eyes squeezed tight as you couldn't stand the sight of him watching you fall apart. You continued letting out breathy moans until your gut tightened unbearably.

Finally pushing you over the edge until you came with a choked sop, convulsing in his lap. Your body immediately seized, every muscle in your body going painfully taut. When the convulsions finally subsided, you slumped tiredly against him. Spots danced along your vision and it took a few moments before you were able to see properly.

He rubbed your back soothingly before gently pressing his forehead against yours. "That was marvelous. But you've made quite the mess….perhaps now we should get you cleaned up."

True to word, you were cleaned of all evidence of your indiscretions, during which that murky stupor of shame hung over you like the darkest cloud only now that feeling had been intensified two times over. The same haunting phrase kept repeating in your mind over and over.

It happened again - it happened again and you didn't stop him. He'd ultimately gotten exactly what he wanted out of you without much of a fight.

Just what the hell was wrong with you? A few days ago, you would've never allowed him to even touch you. Now he was comfortably putting his lips and hands all over you.

Moving to leaving the bathroom, you nearly jump out of your skin when you find him standing right outside the door. The trademark wicked smile is decorating his features and you promptly cast your gaze down. "I need to get some air." You mumble.

Seeing as how he'd gotten what he wanted out of you for the time being he had no reason to deny you.

Vexation begins to settle in the pit of your chest when he bends down to plant a chaste kiss on your lips. "Of course. Take all the time you need."

You hated how that sounded coming from him; you weren't asking his permission. Regardless, you felt his heated gaze on your back as you left.

You needed to break away from him - the air around him was just too stifling.

Considering what just happened in that throne room, you didn't even have to ask yourself if you felt any lower than before. There was no reason to question it.

There's no handrails to hold onto or safety gate on either side to ensure that no one fell should they lose their footing. It wasn't exactly well lit for a corridor of stairs that lead downwards. You moved to descend those stairs. While it wasn't that long of a way down, it was still pretty steep for stairs.

Sudden pressure against your back has your upper body lurching forward. You attempted to catch yourself with an outstretched arm but a miscalculated distance hindered that. From there all you registered were a series of painful and confusing impacts that could be felt all over. You felt various impacts along your temple, on your shoulders, and along your back. Each jarring impact was harder and more painful than the last. The world spun on and on as you tumbled down the stairs for what seemed like forever.

Everything happened so rapidly that you didn't have time to fully register it as reality. The air was knocked smooth out of you as you continued to roll down the hard, unforgiving steps like a weightless tumbleweed. You felt every single step on the way down.

Eventually, you landed in a broken and painful heap at the very bottom of the stairs. Frankly, you didn't know if you were relieved to finally reach the bottom, as all the pain in your body eclipsed every frantic and calm thought in your mind. All of your bodily limbs felt far too heavy for you to try and lift and you quickly came to the conclusion that you couldn't move. You went in and out of consciousness what you assumed to be multiple times. White noise rang loudly in your ears and you felt considerable pain all over. Your vision was dim and barely discernible. Hot wetness accumulated from the back of your head.

Once a fraction of your vision clears, you glance up and observe what appears to be two faint figures standing at the top of the stairs where you just were.

The effort it took to keep yourself awake and alert proved to be too great and soon everything went dark.

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