Aizen made Ulquiorra's mission shorter than he originally intended so that he would return while she was still undergoing her punishment for breaking Gin's nose. The fourth arrancar waited in increasing impatience for her in the training facility the day after his return. He was just considering looking for her when Gin entered the facility.
"Ah, Ulquiorra, why are you here all alone? Don't you have a training partner?" the former captain asked knowingly.
"She is tardy. I was just about to go looking for her. Do you know where Midori is?"
"She is in her quarters. I was just headed that way. I can take you there if you like," he offered with a welcoming motion.
Ulquiorra followed shortly behind Gin into one of the few areas of Los Noches that he was not familiar with. After a few twists and turns they were standing before a large door. Gin knocked politely and the door slowly opened on its own. They entered to find her laying on her bed. She was just staring at them and her eyes lacked their normal luster. Gin moved to a small table a few feet from the door and took from it a rather long leather leash. With the object in hand, he moved over to the bed. She stared blankly at Gin as he attached the leash to the collar fastened around her throat.
The taller man pulled her from the bed and handed the end of the leash to Ulquiorra.
"What is this?" he asked incredulously but accepted.
"She was naughty and this is her punishment. I hope it won't interfere with your training any more than it already has," he feigned concern while keeping his attention on her.
"I see." He was unnerved by the dazed look she gave him when he was finally able to make eye contact with her. "Well, thank you," he bowed and turned to leave.
She too bowed, but it was a slower, weaker motion, and she followed him out before the line at her neck became taut. She quietly followed a few paces behind him. He only realized then how accustomed he'd become to the way she would gleefully circle around him, even though they'd spent relatively little time together. It almost disturbed him that he felt a preference for her former attitude. It also disturbed him that he could feel her raietsu straining wildly while she barely moved.
After a moment of thought, he decided to test her. He increased his pace. At first she kept up but before long, the leash was taut and she was struggling to keep up, allowing him to pull her along. She even fell down once but he didn't stop and she didn't complain.
When they entered the facility, he closed the door behind them and turned to examine her. Her hair was stringy and messy, her clothes disheveled, and her skin pale. "You look like hell," he scoffed as he detached the leash.
"I don't wanna play today," she barely told him.
"Good, I don't intend to play today. We have much to do." She said nothing and made no move so he continued, "Now, Ichimaru said you were disobedient and that you are being punished. What did you do?"
"You said we have much to do. Why waste time on such details?" she attempted to dismiss.
"I was assigned to train you because of your lack of respect and self control. It appears you have regressed in my absence and I need to know what happened so I might help you find a remedy. If your attitude does not evolve I will have failed and I refuse to fail. Now, what did you do?"
Suddenly, she realized that was what Aizen meant when he warned her that she would not be the only one to face him if she did not improve. "I broke Ichimaru's nose," she confessed simply.
"Why?" He was slightly startled by how simply she put it but what startled him more was that she actually hit one of the former captains.
She hesitated in answering him. "He…called me…a whore," she managed, unwilling to elaborate.
"I see. That was all it took?" he gave her a skeptical look.
She nodded. There was more but it was that one word that really set her off.
"And what exactly has your punishment been?"
"Ichimaru suggested a few days with this collar and that leash. It started the morning after you left."
"That collar seems to have quite an effect on you but the leash is rather pointless," Ulquiorra observed.
"I prefer the collar over the leash," she told him. Apparently, she favored the indignity of having her power drained over that of being led around on a string.
"I see," he moved to where he'd dropped the leash. She didn't argue as he reattached the long leather strip to her neck. "It seems you are easily provoked. So, how does it work?" he asked, allowing his fingers to linger on the collar.
"I don't really know. It fucks with my energy so bad that I can't tell what it does. All I can tell you is that I feel a constant strain on my raietsu. Shall we proceed, then?"
"I am interested in how such a minor accessory can effect you so much. We will spar until my interest is satisfied."
"Very well then," she sighed and began to move away from him, a different tactic than she was used to. She was used to taking the initiative, whether it be charging or provoking her opponent, she liked to be the first to act.
He noticed right away that her speed was greatly slowed. If their game of tag was any sort of indicator, she could have been much faster. There were even a few times when they were playing that she got far enough away from him quickly enough for him to lose track of her. Her curiosity and willingness to play the game always brought her back to him. This time, he hardly had to try to keep up with her and her movements were much more predictable. Often, he found it amusing to grab hold of the leach as he dangled behind her and use it to yank her to within arms reach. She would jerk back toward him with a small sound that caught in her throat.
He expected her attacks to be weaker but on that account he was mistaken. They were about as strong as when they'd fought before but they weren't as well timed or placed. She missed more often than not.
They spared for so long that he'd lost track of the time. His only goal was to wear her down to the point where she would ask for a break. She did not. She just got to the point where she could not get away from him or land any sort of blow, simply standing before him and allowing him to beat her. Her eyes were glazed over and her stance was weak but she remained on her feet through it all. Eventually, he stopped and she continued to stand before him, bleeding and short of breath.
"Well, this is no fun," he half joked as he stood a few short feet from her, admiring his handiwork.
She laughed a little, "You sound like me." Her laughter seemed out of place considering her condition. "Now, what would you like to do?" This was as close as she would come to requesting a change of pace.
Ulquiorra gave it a moment of thought before smiling ever so slightly. He would have been offended by her comparison if it hadn't given him an idea. Wordlessly, he reached out and used the leash to pull her body to his.
She gasped slightly and stumbled into him. "I thought you didn't want to play today." She placed a careful hand on his chest where she knew his number was.
"We're not playing. This is the start of your next exercise," was all he told her before tripping her.
Once she was prone, he leapt onto her. He looped the leash around her wrists so he could hold them together with one hand. He could feel her trying to use her energy to do as she pleased but it was no use. Whenever he felt her try to move him one way, he moved the other. She struggled beneath him but not in an attempt to escape. On the contrary, she wanted more of his touches. With one motion, he tore her shirt open and began immediately nibbling on her nipples. The nibbling didn't last very long. Once her nipples were hard, he began to really sink his teeth in.
He couldn't help grinning against her when she screamed at the first real bite. "What the hell? Are you trying to bite it off?"
"I will if you don't settle down," he countered.
She renewed her struggle but this time for freedom. The body she'd so easily taken control of days before was now avenging her blatant misuse. When she didn't settle down, he bit down even harder causing her to gasp. The pain jolting through her body caused her to freeze, her breath ragged and her eyes wider and more alert than they had been.
"That's better," he gently lapped at the over-sensitive nub of flesh.
Her eyes rolled and she moaned as she arched her back at that one gentle gesture.
"No, you still need to settle," and he bit her again, this time switching nipples.
She tried to stop all of her movements voluntary or otherwise and was, for the most part, successful.
"Good. I think you're getting the hang of this. This, by the way, in an exercise in self-control, something you apparently are lacking." He informed before nibbling on her nipples and moving up to her collar bones. He drug his sharp teeth over the thin flesh, listening to her hiss with contentment and feeling her body tense as she tried not to move. "Better already," he praised as he pulled her hands above her head and causing her to expose her throat to him.
With her head tilted up and to one side, she had to strain to keep her eyes on what he was doing. Not that she needed to see, she could feel what he was doing to her quite well as he ran his tongue along the inside of the hollow in her throat. Her breathing became even more erratic and she gasped at the feeling of him touching her where no one ever touched her.
"Hmmm…you seem to rather enjoy that," he pulled away.
It did feel good but the feeling was so intense that she was glad to have a break from it. She made a small, incoherent sound of agreement while looking up into his inquisitive green eyes.
"Perhaps we should build up to that," he reveled in the idea of having discovered one of her weak points. He moved his mouth to her ear and bit down on the outer ridge. He felt her tremble when he purred into her ear and slid his tongue inside.
As he threatened the delicate skin of her neck, he pinched and twisted her nipples. Before long, she wrapped her legs around him and pulled her body closer to his.
"No," he told her sternly and when she hesitated to let go of him, he pulled back and gave her a sharp, open-handed slap on her right breast. She still didn't let go, in fact, she held tighter to him. "If you don't let me go right now, I'm going to beat the shit out of you," Ulquiorra warned. "It's behavior like this that makes others think you're a whore," he taunted.
She held tight and brushed herself against him, disappointed to find that he was not aroused. With that, she started to let go but it was already too late. She was quick enough to avoid the brunt of his frustration but not quick enough to avoid it entirely. He quickly stood and, pulling her by the leash, led her to a bench to one side of the room where he sat and pulled her face down over his lap. He grabbed a hold on the back of her collar and pushed her head down so that her ass was in the air. She steadied herself as best she could with her hands so she could have some small control over her balance but it seemed to help very little. Wordlessly, he reached beneath her hips with his free hand and untied her belt so he could pull her pants down.
"Are you really going to spank me?" she asked incredulously.
"Is there any doubt in your mind?" he asked as he laid the first blow on her backside.
With this change of pace, her demeanor changed back to the apathetic way she was allowing him to beat her earlier while they were sparing from the over-eager, over-excited woman from moments ago. He grinned to find that change did not last very long. She would cry out nearly every time his hand made its harsh contact and her cries were turning from those of pain and resistance into arousal and compliance. Those cries turned to gasps and other small, strangled sounds. When he didn't relent, she attempted to focus her raietsu on him once again.
"You are too weak for your little body control trick to work on me this time," he reminded her between spanks.
"I'm not trying to control you," she corrected. "I just want to touch you and this is the closest you'll let me get."
He felt her energy surge a little and focus on him before fluctuating wildly. He didn't even have to push back for her to lose control over what she was trying to do. She made sounds of frustration. "I will be doing the touching," he informed.
Once her skin was a stinging red, he stopped to gently trace the more prominent patterns with his fingertips. She shivered and whimpered. "What, exactly, am I supposed to get out of this?…I'm getting mixed signals."
"Apparently, we still need to work on your complaining," he mused as he slipped his fingers between her legs to feel her heat. "I expect you to learn to control your outbursts better."
"What's that supposed to mean?" she demanded.
"That means not writhing about, making demands, or moaning like a whore," he elaborated.
She bit her lip as he slid his fingers along her dripping arousal.
"Are you really so easily aroused?" he taunted.
"Only for you…" she replied breathlessly.
He paused at her honesty, "Is that so? Why is that?"
She craned her neck to look over her shoulder at him. "You really expect me to explain it?" she asked helplessly.
"Well, that might be helpful with your training," he chided.
She sighed. "It's…it's not that I don't want to explain it…it's more like I can't," she tried.
At her incapability, he removed his hand and gave her another spank. "Why not?"
"I don't like to think about it," she admitted but it sounded worse than it really was.
He was slightly offended, though he couldn't explain why. He didn't want to think about why he was attracted to her either, but he had and he didn't like what he found. "Why is that?"
She made a sound of frustration. "Damn, what's with all the questions? If I don't think about it, then I don't understand it. If I don't understand it, then it's much more exciting. You are the only one with enough balls to treat me this way and I think the only reason you do is because you know you can get away with it." She accused playfully.
"What are you getting at?"
"I'm just saying that you're only acting this way because you know I can't retaliate…right now. I'm sure you realize this won't last so you'd better make good use of your time…and don't do anything you wouldn't want done to you, " she warned, her tone still rather playful.
There was some truth to what she was saying but that wasn't going to make him stop. In fact, it was going to make things worse for her. He pushed her head down further and pulled her pants down to her knees, exposing her wetness to the open air and his eyes. She gasped a little, more in response to the cool air on one of her more heated areas than to the sudden readjustment.
She wasn't allowed time to think or settle herself in his lap before he began spanking her again. This time harder and in a more sensitive spot than the soft cushions of her ass. He didn't stop until her juices covered his hand. Slowly, he lifted her by the collar and pulled her backward out of his lap and let her kneel beside him. Her legs were unsteady and her eyes were glassy. Seeing her like that made him want to do even more terrible things to her.
He held his damp fingers in front of her lips and she took the cue to begin cleaning his hand. His skin was warm and rosy from his administrations, making it even more sensitive to the soft touches of her tongue. She kept her eyes locked on him as she began to tease his fingertips. Before she could get very far, he grabbed hold of her tongue and didn't let go.
"This is a very naughty appendage," he squeezed the muscle between his finger and thumb and pulled it as far as he could out of her mouth. "You might be better served if I just tore it out now."
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