Ulquiorra stood in a full length wall mirror trying not to detest himself as he frowned up his eyebrows.
"Aw doesn't that look attractive?" The shop keeper speaks as she tightens Ulquiorra's green colored sash.
Ulquiorra ponders how he got himself in this new found position. Then he recalls the sounds of Aizens voice huffing in his ears as he thrust into him every other night. Ulquiorra has been lying on his bed still and silent like a dead tuna. He usually would be scratching, fighting and biting Aizen as he would rape him. A month or two trapped with Aizen sexing him on a daily basis had caused Ulquiorra to loose some fighting spirit. As a result, Aizen said he would do something nice in exchange for Ulquiorra's obedience.
"Is this perhaps cosplay for your lover?" The small blushing woman says admiring Ulquiorra wrapped in a full fledge women's kimono.
She seems to be enjoying Ulquiorra dressed up as a taikomochi. As did Aizen or he wouldn't be stuck in the outfit looking like a porcelain Geisha doll. From what he was told by the other slaves, erotic play with kimonos is of the highest compliment coming from the yakuza boss. Yet Ulquiorra doesn't want nor need the flattery that Aizen had thrown his way, just to finish paying the debt and be free of the lewd world he is now forced to live. The intense pounding at the dressing room proved that Yammy and Grimmjow patience are wearing thinner with every dress change.
"Are you done yet?" Yammy bangs his fist harder. Ulquiorra slides the shuttle door open and takes two steps down from the propped booth.
He concentrates on not falling as he walks towards a seated Grimmjow. Somehow those two were coerced into guarding Aizen's new plaything on this trip. Aizen is so stern about giving his flavor of the month "The special treatment" that he called the owner of the kimono shop and told him to it shut down just so Ulquiorra couldn't be disturbed or seen by anyone from the public for that matter. Which made Ulquiorra feel even more isolated and a bit depressed. Its not like anyone would come seeking him anyway. Starrk was his only good friend and he was gone now.
"I don't like it." Ulquiorra wipes his sleeves.
"Pick one already shit." Grimmjow says with his back hunched over in a love seat and Ulquiorra standing in front of him. "The faster you do, the faster I can get the hell out of here." He murmurs leaning his head back onto the chair. He looks up at the shop lights, trying not to look at the beautiful Ulquiorra.
Two months, two damn months has already passed and Grimmjow still could not cure his ridiculous obsession with this green eyed man. Perhaps because he hasn't taste the sweet nectar of the forbidden fruit or maybe it was something more? Love? "Hell No!" Grimmjow utters making himself snap back to his senses. He would just be a good fuck he told himself. Nothing more, nothing less.
"What's your problem?" Ulquiorra looks at him in disgust due to his last statement. Grimmjow not knowing he was audible to everyones ears just sucks his teeth and shouts "Nothing!" as a response. He becomes more and more frustrated, as Ulquiorra gazes at him not knowing his looks are increasing the intensity of Grimmjow's hard on. Grimmy's inner voice screams to the high heavens in his head as Ulquiorra walks back to the dressing room.
"I'll try a different one" He fumes
"Just hurry the hell up." Grimmjow complains
"Argh." Yammy sighs from the corner. "I'm going to get something to eat." He has the shop keeper show him the way out. Grimmjow uses the chance to sneak a peek at the undressing Ulquiorra. He opens the shudder door to see Ulquiorra half naked.
"Get out Trash!" Ulquiorra grips the kimono to hide his body from the perverted Grimmjow.
"Let me help you." Grimmjow closes the door behind him. Locking them in the small space. Grimmjow faces Ulquiorra towards the mirror and tries to undress the rest of him Ulquiorra swirls around slams his small fists into Grimmjow's chest. Grimmjow grabs both his wrist and pull them over Ulquiorra's head, smashing him up against the mirror.
"If Aizen knew of this he would kill you. Touch me and I will tell! I swear! I will... Argh." Ulquiorra is silenced by Grimmjow's finger squeezing his lips together.
"I'm just looking." He rubs Ulquiorra's bottom lip. He unravels the rest of Ulquiorra's clothing and takes pleasure in looking at the exposed body. "You should have taken my offer, then you wouldn't have to be his little slut."
"You're just as worse. Are enjoying yourself? Trash!" Ulquiorra spits in his face.
Grimmjow enraged lifts his hand to smack him but decides against it. That would leave too much evidence that he was being touched. Instead he rolls his hand down to Ulquiorra's manhood and fondles him.
"Stop that!" Ulquiorra squints and starts to react.
"Look at you, getting all hard." Grimmjow grins. "You're nothing but a bitch in heat. I bet you'd shake your ass for anyone at this point." Grimmjow taunts and licks Ulquiorra's ear.
"Nooo... I would never..." He lets out as he shutters in Grimmjow's fingers.
"O0h what a sexy face you make." Grimmjow strokes him. Ulquiorra is so ashamed his body isn't listening to him. He's not used to this, when Aizen touches him he doesn't react at all but a little fondling from Grimmjow and he is hot and bothered. He would never want any man to touch him in such a way let alone this trash but his body is hot and he couldn't stop himself.
"Ummm, sir? Do you gentlemen need help?" The store clerk had returned to aid Ulquiorra in his next choice of Kimono.
"Humph." Grimmjow releases him and watches him slide down to the floor. He uses his tongue to lick the small amount of pre-cum from off his fingers. "We're done. He's going to take the green one. Give him a few to take to put his clothes on."
"Thats wonderful." The clerk smiles with joy.
Humiliated, mortified and vulnerable. Ulquiorra felt all these things and more. He bunches all the kimono wrappings together and holds them tight. He wanted to cry, in fact he needs to cry. All these things were happening to him and from the beginning he shed not a single tear. Yet if there is anytime to let it loose, being closed off in a dressing room would do. Ulquiorra lowers his eyes and feels a cool breeze blow away his lone tear. He looks at a air vent and thinks, oh how that could lead to his freedom.
Then a reckless thought comes into play. Why not escape? This would be the perfect time. He is all alone and has nothing to loose. Ulquiorra crawls closer to the vent and yanks at it a few times. In an instant the rusted flap had fallen open and Ulquiorra was stuffing himself in it. He crawls through the dusty vent following in the direction of the cool air. His nipples perk up due to lack of clothing. He's covered in a sheer robe, its the only particle of clothing that would fit him. Good thing he is petite he though or he wouldn't have ever made it through the cramped space. Though it is hard trying to figure out which direction he would follow the tunnel in. After inhaling the cool breeze he figures he would go in that direction, hoping it would lead him to the outside. Ulquiorra moves his hands and knees as quickly as he can. He falls through a large mesh panel and lands in a million boxes in what seems to be a store room.
Grimmjow opens the dressing room door to see Ulquiorra has disappeared. He turns to the store clerk with fiery in his eyes.
"Where the hell is he?" Grimmjow yells. He looks at the bent and broken in vent. He crouches in front of it and uses his masculine fingers to grab around the metal and rips it off the wall. The young female stares at him in horror. For fear of her job and more for her life. "Show me where the fucking vent ends!" he growls with demonic eyes.
"Yes!... yes-sir!" She rushes to retrieve her master store keys from behind the cash counter. She moves swiftly to a near by stairwell.
Leading the way, she carefully steps down the old wooden stairs. They both come to a halt when they're confronted with darkness filling ever corner of the room. The clerk walks over to a circuit box and flicks a small switch. Grimmjow steps further into the store room and see Ulquiorra spatted on top of a few boxes. He walks over to the escapee and looks down at him.
"A damsel in distress. How befitting." He laughs at the angered Ulquiorra.
"Silence." Ulquiorra says with his usual monotone voice.
"Aizen's going to have a field day when he hears this. "Grimmjow grabs Ulquiorra by the hand and attempts to haul him to the car.
"Don't touch me." Ulquiorra attempts to stand but a shocking pain in his leg wont let him walk.
"Oooh. Lookie, lookie. You hurt yourself." Grimmjow teases then lifts Ulquiorra off his feet and over his shoulders and carries him back upstairs. There he sees Yammy stuffing his mouth with a hero sandwich. "Lets go. We're done here." Grimmjow cleanly walks past him and tries to shush the kicking and screaming Ulquiorra.
"What about the stupid kimono?" Yammy says with his mouth full.
"She'll have it delivered." He huffs and walks out the store.
After two long hours of dense conversation with Yammy in the car. They arrive to there destination, Ulquiorra seems to be pacified and accepting of the situation. He lay in his bedroom staring at the surveillance camera, awaiting a punishment from Aizen. Yammy had been explaining the reason why Ulquiorra is so bruised and banged up and not wearing the kimono that Aizen has rudely requested.
As another young and beautiful slave wraps the bandage around Ulquiorra's sprained ankle, Aizen sends the room door flying open. He looks at the girl and speaks. "Get out Halibel." she rises as quickly as possible and retreats. "What were you thinking?" Aizen says staring at Ulquiorra who rubs his ankle.
"I want to get out of here. I'm not some caged animal!" He shouts
"Your friend owes me a lot of money, I could have killed you both but out of the goodness of my heart. I'm letting you pay back me so both of you can be free." Aizen slams the door and sits on the bed. "I wont let you go until I'm satisfied." He pats Ulquiorra on the head then turns his face towards him.
Aizen bites down on Ulquiorra's neck until he draws blood. Ulquiorra pushes him to the other side of the bed but Aizen uses his strength to push him down on the bed he rips at Ulquiorra's clothes and then starts biting his chest. Ulquiorra grabs onto Aizen's head and yanks a few strands of hair. Aizen lifts his head up and slaps Ulquiorra across the face. "I see your little escaping has brought the fire back in your eyes." Aizen uses his middle finger to violate Ulquiorra's entrance.
His body goes into shock. Aizen immediately penetrates him and Ulquiorra lets out a yelping sound. He lifts Ulquiorra's leg and repeatedly drives into him. He looks down at Ulquiorra's flaccid penis and thrives on the way his anus sucks him in. It isn't unsusal for Ulquiorra to not have an erection. No matter how much Aizen touches him, there is no reaction, ever. Aizen wraps both hands around his neck and then begins to choke the life from him. "If you ever try to escape from me again. I will kill you." Aizen empties his load in him and pulls out. He fixes his pants and leaves Ulquiorra crawled up in a fetal position, shocked and shivering alone in the bed. Aizen walks out and sees Grimmjow standing at the door. "Either your a good watch dog or your somehow attached to this one... which one is it Grimmjow?" Aizen eyes him pulling out a cigarette, lighting it and inhaling.
"Neither Aizen-sama."