Disclaimer: I do not own Bleach.

Orihime wept as she watched her husband leave. Her reason for crying hysterically wasn't for the abusive man in whom she no longer knew, it was for her unborn child. She knew she had to find a way to rid herself of Ichigo once and for all. The auburn-haired woman didn't care what he did to her as long as her child is healthy and strong. No one would endanger the life of her unborn,
including this monster that has disguised himself as her husband.

She sobbingly scurried her way to the kitchen to retrieve a mop and broom to clean up the mess Ichigo ordered her to do. As soon as she opened the broom closet, their argument flooded back into her mind.

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"What are you going to do then?," he mocked.

"I might just leave you," she retorted.

Her husband chuckled. "Pft, so you think you can just leave me like that eh? Well let me tell you something, honey, you have no job, no experience, and little education. I pay every bill, the mortgage, and even for you to make yourself pretty. Without me, you would be nothing. I OWN YOU!"

Her heart snapped. Little by little this man has managed to crumble her normally gentle and kind heart. Sadness, anger, and betrayal took over her emotions. What she told had been something Ichigo was never supposed to find out about. "Is that really how you feel Ichigo? I guess Renji sees me a lot differently. He sees I'm very intelligent, experienced, humble, and very down to earth despite my so called weird tastes. He makes me feel things you never have."

SLAP!

"YOU fucking whore !" Orihime prepared herself for what she knew would place her on the receiving end of a horrible beating. She observed his eyes and face. Emotionless. He saw nothing but red. He struck her once more before throwing her petite, curvaceous frame to the wall.

Mrs. Kurosaki's eyes widened with fear and shock. Her protector became her attacker. She would have to rely on her own strength to protect her unborn.
She promised she wouldn't lose another child to his abusive ways. Orihime attempted to shield her stomach from harm unfortunately his foot already connected with it three times.

"No! Ichigo, I'm sorry. Please stop I-I-I-........love you!" she pleaded while coughing up blood.

"You love me?! Is that why you've been bouncing on my best friend's dick? Tell me you slut!," he demanded, losing his patience once more.

"Renji makes me feel good about myself, unlike you," she defended.

"Does he make you feel good when he's beating your slutty little guts out too?"

Silence.

"Answer me tramp!"

She bowed her head in shame, yet displayed no remorce. "Yes."

"You're pathetic. Clean this mess up, I'm out of here." Before he left he glanced at her, "Remember this Orihime, you're mine. You always will be and I won't ever let you escape from me." With that, he left.

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"I won't be yours much longer Ichigo. Just you wait and see," she sobbed. As soon as these words were uttered, her cell phone rang. Orihime looked on the screen to see who it was. "Renji." Her sadness dwindled almost immediately thinking of her sideline lover.

"Hello," she answered.

"Hey Hime, what's up?"

Sniff Sniff "Renji........"

"Orihime, are you crying?! Did that son of a bitch hurt you again?!," the red-head shouted angrily through the phone.

Silence.

"Orihime, Orhime! You know what, I'm coming over there right now. See you in a bit." With that, he hung up.

Mrs. Kurosaki suddenly hoped Ichigo wouldn't return home tonight. With the way she was feeling, it didn't really matter if he did. Inwardly, a part of her wanted him to just to idly watch as his property slowly slipped through his fingers into the arms of another man. "Ooh his scowl would look so delicious."

She didn't bother cleaning the mess, instead she focused on getting herself cleaned up for the arrival of her guest. With that she bathed, allowing the bubbles to soothe her every muscle damaged in her husband's wake.

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Meanwhile, an enraged Ichigo recklessly drove down the streets like a possessed maniac. "How dare that bitch say that shit to me? I own her and she's going to show me some damn respect, even if I have to beat her to within an inch of her life." After blowing through his seventh red light, he turned a corner and pulled the car over at an expensive hotel.

He hoped out of his vehicle and stormed inside the cozy establishment with frightening malice.

A receptionist greeted him, "Hello sir, how may I help you?"

"You can't help me at all. Which room is Rukia Kuchiki staying in?," he questioned in rage and slammed his hands on the counter.

The clerk look terrified. "Ri-right away s-sir."

The orange-haired young man continously ticked the desk in frustration. "If he doesn't hurry up, I'm going to kick his ass and turn this damn place upside down."

"Yes sir, Ms. Kuchiki's room is located in the penthouse suite. Take those elevators to the top floor of the hotel sir," he pointed out.

Ichigo simply snarled at the man and made his way to the peak of the building. When he arrived, the young man spotted a short, petite woman with almost shoulder length raven hair. "Yo Rukia!"

"Ichigo? Why didn't call first?"

"My fuckin' wife doesn't know her place. She's banging your boyfriend," he informed her.

"So?," she spoke uncaringly. "Since when do you care about others anymore?"

"I don't. I just thought you wanted to know. Anyways, you know what I want so let's cut the small talk. Suck my cock, Rukia."

"You're right. Let's get down to the usual business." With that, her violet toned irises beamed lust directly at him as she seductively swayed her hips towards him.

Ichigo had even more reason to maintain his affair with Rukia. His so called best friend has been fuckin' his wife for who knows how long. He figured he might as well fuck Renji's girlfriend. Besides, she was a better fuck anyways.

When Rukia pressed him to the door, she leaned in for a kiss only to be denied.

"I just want some head and a quick fuck. None of that lovey-dovey shit, bitch." On the inside, the young man was furious. How dare that good for nothing bitch betray him?

"Whatever you say jerk," she retorted. She brought herself to a squatting position and prepared to pleasure him greatly like so many times before.
Whenever Orihime and Ichigo would get in a fight, he'd always run to her demanding his cock be blowed and mowed. The raven-haired woman did it out of vengeance and the reward of knowing she outmatched his wife in every way intimately. Of course, she didn't really give a shit about Renji cheating on her. He's nothing but a scary bitch who can't stand up to her brother.

Ichigo felt her hastily unzipping his pants to expose his member. Without so much as glance, Rukia invitingly captured his long, thick member into her tiny mouth. Her cheeks bulged due to his girth. His hands rested on top of her head as her tongue lapped around the tip. He groaned in satisfaction.

Unfortunately, tonight he wasn't in the mood for delicacy or perfection. He desired to nut and that's it.

She teasingly licked the very end of his cock, causing him to spasm. "damn!" His manhood twitched inside her mouth. Rukia didn't mind one bit. In fact, she relished it. For five agonizing minutes, she lovingly toyed him before deciding to finish this. In one try, she took him into the back of her throat.

"God yes.............," he moaned. "Faster dammit, faster!," he barked.

Once again, she obeyed. The invading member slapped against her tonsil offensively but the tough-minded woman fought it with everything she had. She craved Ichigo's semen. Something about the bitterness and the rough way he tells her he's about to cumm ruffles her feathers in a very bad way. She bobbed her head back and forth, looking up to silenty tell him to jam her head into him.

He complied and she herself got into it. One of her hands crept down to her wettened womanhood. She cupped her heat and placed a digit inside her gaping entrance. The scent of her leaking arousal filled the room. Ichigo couldn't be more turned on. He glances down to observe her rubbing the heat in which he planned to plummet his dick in mere moments. The vibrations of her cooes and mewls brought him to the brink of his release. A few more suckles should drain him of his salty seed.

Rukia hungrily lapped at his member's pre-gooze but this wasn't the chowder she played with. Her needy moans forcibly escaped her. Her free hand aggressively wraps around the hard base of his cock and pumps him with the surprising strength she possesses. Soon, Ichigo succumbed and could no longer keep his kids from wanting to be swallowed down her awaiting hatch.

"fuck, Rukia. I'm about to cumm! Ddddddaaaaaaaammmmmmmnnnnnnnn!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!," he sounded off to the heavens while maintaining his death grip on the woman's head, not that she minded.

The woman eagerly accepted his chowder. The hardened member pulsed rapidly in her cavern. She held her mouth in place until Ichigo's popsicle released all its juice. As he finished, Rukia opened her mouth to expose his warm seed.

God, did she look sexy with his kids in her mouth. Those violet eyes glimmering into his chocolate-brown eyes made it all the sweeter. She immediately swallowed the huge globs of cumm with a greedy gulp. "What have you been eating? It tastes unpleasant but tolerable all at the same time."

"The fucking weird concoctions that are damn near about to kill me. Not that I really give a damn about dying but still."

Rukia nodded. "I want you to take me like Renji never could. fuck me hard and without remorce. Do it now Ichigo!"

"Don't tell me what the hell to do? Once I nut, this is over and I'm leaving," he informed her.

"Good. This is strictly a business transaction, nothing more."

"Shut the fuck up and bend your ass over, Kuchiki bitch."

"Why you?"

Ichigo picked the midget up by her underarms and pressed her to the wall next to the elevator. He forcibly shifted so his access to her womanhood was absolute. He gripped his amazingly erect cock and placed the head to her wanton nether lips. Her hot juices coated him instantly, forcing him to buck inside her in bliss. "So fuckin' tight," he groaned in pleasure.

"Ichi-go............"

The young man thrusted inside her drenching pussy with reckless abandon. Nothing else mattered but being inside a wanton Rukia Kuchiki. Mr. Kurosaki muffled nothings in ecstasy at the feel of her walls hugging his plunger for dear life. An evil, despicable man like himself didn't deserve to bed her or his wife. One day he promised he would confront the monster that has controlled him. For now, it was his treasure. Without it, he wouldn't be getting laid at this moment. Orihime probably wouldn't have given him the time of day had he not scowled all the time. "Wait a minute. Why the fuck should I care what those two bitches want or how the hell they feel? It's about me and what I own. bitches flock to my wealth and my cock. I'm on top of the fucking world world.
HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!!!!!!!"

As such, he sped up his mighty thrusts. The way he ripped her tiny insides, pleased him immensely. He grinned as Rukia shouted her pain to an emotionless soldier on a mission to destroy the world and himself.

"Ichigo, too hard!," she screamed. The woman loved rough sex but her back wall began to ache and cause major discomfort. Instead of stopping, he increase the speed of his pumps.

"That's it little bitch. You're a dirty cunt. Soon, I will own you too," he panted. Unknown to him, the bad boy in him turned her on. She may be in pain but she wanted to be owned by him even if only for the sex. Renji can keep her warm at night after he's fucking Orihime.

"Ow! I'm your bitch Ichigo! You own me, please stop. You're too deep inside my dripping pussy, oooooowwwwwww!!!!!!!!" She wrapped her legs around him in a death grip to ensure her own survival.

Ichigo mercilessly kept up the assault inside her slick sheath. In and out, up and down. Red and white liquid covered his orange curled manhood. Alas, the time has come for him to fill her womb. Her screams and pleas fell on deaf ears. Ten minutes of torturing sex and his head begins to throb.

"I'm going to cum inside you slut!"

"No! Ichigo not inside, no!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" She futily attempted to push him away but his strength was too great. Inwardly, she wanted to feel his gooey seed merge with her thick white juice. "No more Ichigo! I can't take it!"

SLAP

"Shut up cunt!" He thrusted seventeen more times and, "Ggggguuuuhhhhhhh, fffffffffuuuuuuuucccccckkkkkkkkkk......................"

"Nnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnooooooooooooooooooooooooooo!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!," she struggled in protest. Too late. She would have to remind herself to go to Planned Parenthood in the morning for emergency contraceptive.

He not so politely yanked his cock from her sopping womanhood. Her lithe frame dropped to the ground in a loud thud. "Next time, shut up and take it. You were so good until tonight. What the fuck happened to you?" Those were his last words before leaving a stunned Rukia to pick up the pieces and recollect what transpired between them. "Ichigo, will you ever feel anything for anyone ever again?"

Knock Knock Knock

"I'm coming," Orihime called. Mrs. Kurosaki got up to the door before fixing the hem of her nightgown. She opened to reveal a very handsome red-head, Renji Abarai. "Renji......" "Mmm, I'm feeling so warm just being near him. I need him to take away all the pain my cruel husband placed on me."

"Sorry I'm late. This idiot clipped my car and tried to take off. I stomped his sorry ass into the pavement though. By the way, you look amazing Orihime," he commented as he gazed up and down her tentalizing body.

She blushed madly. Her creamy skin reddened more than a ripened tomato. "Thank you, Renji. Please, come in," she offered.

"Don't mind if I do." The red-head stepped into she and Ichigo's home. Sure, he's visited on more than one occasion but never to specifically see Orihime. Each time they made love, it would be at either Renji's home or a hotel near the river. Rukia claimed to be away on business so she hardly ever was home to keep him warm at night. He loved Rukia but something about Orihime placed his mind, body, and spirit on cloud nine. Perhaps he may be falling in love with her, not that he considered it a bad thing. The hard part would be telling his girlfriend about his affair with Ichigo's wife. More than likely, he'll require stitches but they'll heal but his heart may not if Orihime isn't by his side.

The first time she and Renji messed around was when Ichigo slapped her and told her she wasn't allowed back until the next morning. Having nowhere else to go, she immediately sought Rukia and Renji. She appeared on their doorstep. The latter had been the only one occupying the residence. The two chatted away about not only her abuse but about many intellectual topics. For the first time in many years, Orihime experienced true happiness. Mrs. Kurosaki kissed him and from there things escalated. The next thing they knew, clothes were discarded and she impaled herself upon Abarai's rod. She swore she had to have cummed at least four times that night. Ichigo never did that for her in recent years, not once. All he cared about was himself and she wasn't so sure he even cared for hisself. She more or less stands by her husband today out of fear, not only for her but for him. She vowed to protect her husband from himself should the need arise and that she shall do. Even if she's cheating on him.

"What did that bastard do?"

"Renji, please make love to me now. I don't want to think or feel anything for Ichigo anymore," she stated with confidence.

"Ori-hime, are you sure? I mean what if that bastard comes back."

"I don't care. Besides, I know he won't be back until morning."

"Alright." Renji stood up from the couch and carried his best friend's wife to their bedroom. The ultimate disrespect. Screwing a man's wife's brains out on his bed. Knowing his friend, if he ever found out he'd gunning for his head on a platter. "I'll defeat him."

"Hm. Is something wrong Renji?"

"Oh no, it's nothing." He gently laid the well-rounded wife of Ichigo down on the bed. Renji lovingly gazed into pools of grey as his lips inch closer to hers. The red-head felt as if this woman placed a trance on him in which he had no desire to be released from.

Their lips met. His hands busied themselves with removing the night garments from her body. Meanwhile, her hands mimicked his and stripped his rugged clothing as well. Renji took a hold of one of her exposed breasts and placed butterfly kisses around her erected pink nipple, drawing a mewl from Mrs. Kurosaki.

"More please...........unh......." The red-head intensified his sensual movements over her milky skin. He alternated to her other breasts not wanting to leave it unattended and uncared for.

Orihime's urge for him grew exponentially to an uncontrollable level. Her pussy yearned for his cock to pound away at her insides. She needed no had to have the attention A.S.A.P. or she would surely die. She forced her lover onto his back and crawled until her musky womanhood mounted his lips and his semi-erect manhood brushed against hers. The 69 always got them both going pretty quickly on their journey to the abyss and tonight would be no exception.

Simultaneously, they both got to work on bringing the other one step closer to the ultimate climax. Orihime took in half of his hardened hockey stick while he lapped away hungrily at her pink love button. He worshipped her essence as if it were his only sustenance in the world. She relished the attention he willingly gave to her and often times rewarded him equally in return.

Muffled sounds emanated from the two creepers. They could both feel it in the pit of their stomachs. The two of them were about to cumm. Orihime playfully twirled her warm tongue around the head of his member, reveling in his reactions. "Let it go Renji. I want all of you to fill me up."

Abarai had similar thoughts on his mind. "She's so pretty. I can't believe she's for real sometimes. I'm lucky to be in the same room as her let alone her bed." He put his tongue to her pulsating opening and plunged it deep inside, causing her to scream. Her scream in turn, forced his body spasm and release his seed prematurely. "Gggggaaaaaahhhhhhh I can't hold it!!!!!!!!!!!!"

His vibrations pushed her over the edge as well. "I-can't.....uh.......either..........ooooooooohhhhhhhh...........Renji!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!,"
she cried to the heavens in complete bliss.

Once they both digested each other's juices, Inoue crawled over to Abarai and straddled his cock. She leaned her full frame over him and he cupped her breast with authority, not like him. Fortunately, it brought her pleasure nonetheless. "Renji.....mmmm, you're so good.......to me.......mmmmmmm."

"Good doesn't begin to describe you. You're incredible. Awesome." Again, she blushes a deep red. Orihime licks his ear lobe in an effort to goad him into giving her a night she won't soon forget.

"Orihime......jeez......." His frustrated cock ached and patience quickly left him. Ichigo's wife helped him ram his dick into her weeping juicebox. She grinded her sex into him with force she never imagined having. Euphoria claimed her immediately as it did for him. "Papa, you're so big. You're so big papa, ooohhh."

"Hime!!!!"

His cock rotated round and round, applying strong pressure to her back wall. She writhed in both pain and satisfaction above him. As time passed, Renji decided to grab her by the hips and bounce her up and down on top of his rod to drill her deeper. Orihime held no objections to such notion. This man knew exactly what to do when to do it. He was her a perfect soul mate. A twinge inside her heart couldn't shake a weird feeling. "Maybe too perfect and kind for a tainted slut like me." More time ticked away and all feelings of pleasure and inhibition left her.

Renji sensed this and removed himself from inside her. Hot tears dripped onto of his chest. "Orihime, what's wrong?"

"I'm so sorry Renji. I'm such a crybaby. Please finish inside me that way I won't be a waste of your time."

"Hime, look at me." She obliged. "You are definitely worth my time. You're worth any man's time including that piece of crap I call a best friend. I don't ever want to hear you say that again."

"Oh Renji, thank you," she cheered up immediately. "Let's finish what we started." She grabbed his cock and slid him into her. The two of them gave it everything they had over a 30 minutes when, "I'm cumming!," they yelled in unison before collapsing into a deep slumber.

"Good night Renji."

"Night Hime."