Disclaimer: I don't own Bleach or any of the characters and I'm not making money off this.
One of the people standing on the edge of the darkened part of the room, a girl with bright blonde hair dressed only in a skimpy bikini that had the Las Noches symbol on the left cup ran and grabbed a coil of rope from one of the boxes. She then cut it into several two-meter increments, handing one piece to each of the nine people standing on the edge of the darkness that shrouded the majority of the room. The blue haired man grabbed his piece and grabbed his and looped it around my neck. Only when he began to tie the two ends together did I realize he was making a leash.
"Hell no! Get this off of me asswipe!"
We fought for all of thirty seconds that was mostly me struggling in my bonds and moving my head away from him while he tied the knot. A few other people retaliated and got personal beatings from the other rope-bearers. I winced when a tall, skinny man with long black hair pulled up in a ponytail grabbed a board off one of the boxes and snapped it over my coworker's head. The blue haired man tugged on the leash.
"Don't stare. Walk."
I lost track of the turns we took. From what I had seen, the layout of the area was like the labyrinth from that movie with David Bowie, but more confusing and less music and magical creatures to help you out of a jam. I tried to run away three times, and all three had ended with him giving me a solid blow to the head after quickly catching me.
We reached a room with a crude number six scraped onto the door, probably done by the blue haired man himself. He opened the door and shoved me inside, locking it behind him. The lights flickered off, leaving the room pitch black. No windows.
"Alright," The blue haired man started. "I really hope you're not a little bitch because it'll make this next part a lot less fun for me if you are."
Someone, presumably the blue haired man, pinned me up against the wall, stomach first, and bit my ear. There wasn't much I could do with my hands tied like this, but I managed to hit them solidly in the chin with my shoulder. I held back a cry of pain when my head was pulled back by the hair and slammed into the wall-face first. They began to nibble on my ear again, this time latching onto it and sucking it. I tried twisting out of their grip and they grabbed my hair again, this time pushing my face to the side so I could breathe and into the wall, holding it there. Heated breath accosted the shell of my ear.
"Don't move. Don't you dare fucking move or you'll have to have sex with strangers one-armed. Rule One is don't run unless you want to answer to me."
It was the blue haired man. I felt a slight bit of relief at knowing there wasn't anyone else in this room, even though it meant I was alone with him.
The rope around my neck pulled taut as they used the end of the rope to force me to follow him. Hands found my shoulders and shoved me sharply to the right.
I landed on something soft.
A bed.
The noise of tearing fabric filled the air. My shirt was gone.
The man slowly settled on my back, running his hands over my spine, my shoulder blades, my scar from a bicycle mishap a few years ago. It was sickening. I twisted and bucked my hips, throwing him out of position and landed a square kick to what felt like his face. He grunted and landed heavily on his side, from the sound of it.
I struggled to my feet and ran until I hit a wall and found a corner where I stood, shoulders shaking slightly. I'd been in some shit before, but not being able to see or use my arms felt like I was in one of those horror games.
"Seriously, what the hell is up with you?! I half yelled, trying to sound intimidating. "Molestation's sick, even for a dog like you."
A rough hand grabbed my neck by the loop of rope around it and tugged me back towards the bed, slamming me against the wall again before tossing me onto cool sheets.
The other hand brushed my inner thigh, rubbing the denim slowly before moving towards my crotch. He played with the button, undoing it slowly before all but yanking the zipper down. I tried to do what I did before, but something cold and solid stung my hip. Not a knife, but something that would probably hurt like hell to be hit with.
"Don't fucking play around or I will whore you out while you are covered in bruises."
He lifted my hips and slid my jeans off, leaving my underwear on. A calloused finger rubbed my hip and I flinched subconsciously. Hands ghosted over my groin and it took most of my self-control to not retaliate. I wanted to wait until he got close before countering him this time.
"You didn't resist that time. Learning? Or scared of the dark?" I heard a shuffling noise that was probably him taking his clothes off.
"Or maybe," A hand stroked my face.
"You're enjoying this?"
The sharp, choked inhalation that I'm pretty sure came from my throat fought to become a scream as a naked body-male most likely-laid heavily on top of mine. They moved between my legs almost immediately, pressing our laps together. Yep. Definitely male.
The bonds holding my wrists finally loosened beneath me and I took a blind swing at the bastard's head, only to have the object from before pressed against my throat. As much as I hated that I was in my own body at the moment, I did not want to die. Feeling around, I grasped his hand that held the object.
"You don't have to do this. Just let me go."
"Aww, we're holding hands for the first time! And boy,"
The weight lifted off me and I made a final break for the door, fingers brushing the edge of the frame when I was all but hurled at the bed. My head knocked solidly against a piece of metal and I saw stars. My underwear was slid off. For being in the dark, this man sure had his bearings.
"I'm not doing this for my boss. This one's from me personally to you."
The pain wasn't the worst part. No, the worst part was the feeling something inside that didn't belong. The concept of virginity wasn't particularly important to me, but at the same time I expected my first time to be at least somewhat consensual, especially if I was taking it up the ass(which I was certain was happening at this moment). I clawed at the sheets, fighting back tears and a scream building in my throat. My whole body was as stiff as a board.
"Jesus shit stop fucking struggling! Just relax. Rule number two: Don't struggle. If you resist then the customer can take their money back or something."
He finally stopped moving in me, taking a surprising amount of care as to use minimal movement to shift his hips and make us both slightly more comfortable. My breath came in short pants, adrenaline soaring throughout my body and making my extremities tremble.
I hated this feeling the most, the one where I was completely at the mercy of something I couldn't control.
"Clench those teeth for this next part. If you're loud I swear to god I'll gag you so tightly you'll feel it all the way to next week. And honestly, I want to hear you moan my name."
He pulled almost all the way out and shoved back in. I let out a small scream and tried to pull away from him but his arms held me fast. He didn't hesitate to tug the rope around my neck and loop the slack around my mouth, pulling it tight so all that came out were garbled groans. Seeming to forget his earlier moment of self-restraint, he moved in and out of me with quick, almost desperate thrusts.
I kept trying to move away from him, my body burning from all my muscles being held so taut. He pushed my face into the bed as he moved in and out of me even faster, holding me there as he leaned forwards and sank his teeth into my shoulder. It wasn't a hickey, but more a bite from a feral animal. I screamed through the gag into the sheets before realizing I couldn't breathe. I thrashed around, trying to free myself so I could get a breath in as my lings burned.
Faintly, I heard the man say, "Just stop struggling and relax!"
Be it from my weakness after a lack of air for so long or the sheer overwhelming feeling of inferiority in the situation, I relaxed my body and was finally able to get in a deep breath of air. Well, as deep as I could get with the rope in my mouth.
He groaned loudly, his movements becoming even more ragged and uncoordinated as he fisted his hand in my hair. I was surprised he had enough decency to pull out before he came, spilling his load all over my lower half.
At that point, I was too exhausted to run. All of me, especially my lower half, ached and I was really feeling all the hits that had been dealt to my head. The rope was pulled from my mouth, and untied from my neck. The man pulled me close to him and I couldn't tell in the darkness if I had passed out or was still conscious.
Whatever it was, it was unexplainably dark.