Deal with the Devil
Chapter 2
IchigoXFemAizen

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4 Days Later….
Aizen's Throne Room

Ichigo was in hell.

Beneath him, a female arrancar with olive-green hair groaned as he pounded her pussy as hard as he could. Sweat was pooling beneath him as he gripped her hips. Sung-Sun smiled at the boy's pained expression as they fucked on the cold black-tiled floor. Around the two was a ring of female arrancars, many covered in white cum or nursing their swollen bellies. Above them, sitting on her white throne, Aizen sat, looking on at the orgy with an amused look on her face as she watched Ichigo struggle to maintain himself.

Sung-Sun's nails dug into Ichigo's shoulders as she pulled him close, chomping down on Ichigo's shoulder as her body seized up. Her arms and legs wrapped around Ichigo in a snake-like vice as she cried out into Ichigo's shoulder. "Mmmmmh!" she cried as she came around Ichigo's cock.

Ichigo could no longer hold it in, his resistance fading fast. Through gritted teeth he held Sung-Sun tight as he exploded inside her. "Can't hold on! Cumming!" He cried as he unloaded inside her. Above him, he heard Aizen chuckle her sadistic laugh as she watched Ichigo's pained expression. Pulling out, Ichigo collapsed onto the ground, panting heavily. His body was beyond its limit, covered in bite marks, nail scratches and bruises from their iron grips.

The last four days had been nothing but a nightmare for Ichigo. After he first woke up in Aizen's bed the day (or was it night? Who can tell…) after he'd agreed to Aizen's deal Aizen marched him into throne room and there he found a group of female arrancar waiting for him; every single one was naked and giving him a devious smile.

"You should feel special, Ichigo," Aizen purred into his ear. "All these women just waiting to get in your pants…." Before all the arrancar present, Aizen ripped the clothes off of her prisoner, taking glee in the AIZEN name burned into his back. "Ichigo. Fuck them," she ordered. After she flashstepped over to her throne to watch, most of the women in front of him pounced, tackling him to the ground. Forced to obey Aizen's command, Ichigo did as she commanded and fucked them.

Over.

And over.

And over again.

…For four days nonstop.

Aizen refused to give her prisoner any reprieve. To make sure his heart didn't give out from the strain she forced a special formula down his throat every 2 hours that reinvigorated Ichigo's body, letting Ichigo feel like his body was in prime condition and making him even more aroused than before.

But the problem that Ichigo faced was that while his body was in good condition, his mind was on the verge of collapsing. Forced to fuck a gaggle of women, many of whom were just as sadistic and hardcore as Aizen was, for four days without any sleep or rest was breaking him down. As he lay there exhausted from fucking Sung-Sun for the eighteenth (or was it nineteenth?) time his eyes closed as the world went dark…

…Only to be woken up as pain erupted throughout his body.

The brand on Ichigo's back was not just a sign of Ichigo's submission to the Lady of Las Noches. It was more like a high-voltage shock collar, allowing Aizen to send signals of sharp pain throughout his nervous system to snap him out of sleep whenever he blacked out. The arrancar snickered as Ichigo screamed as he woke up. "I didn't say you could rest yet, Ichigo. You'll keep going until I say otherwise," Aizen said, holding a glowing finger, the brand's trigger.

Ichigo lay on the ground panting, the whole world spinning as his body tried and failed to cool down. "Please!" he gasped, struggling to get up but lost all the feeling in his arms. "I…I can't keep going… please, no more!" he pleaded. He hated sounding weak, especially to his enemy, and the fact that he had put himself in this situation made the shame burn all the more.

Aizen chuckled again before standing up. "Ichigo, Ichigo…" she said as she flashstepped to the fallen boy. "That sounded very much like disobedience," she said smirking. "And you promised to obey me fully, did you not?" Sitting down, she laid Ichigo's head on her lap, running a hand through his sweaty orange hair. Ichigo hated how soothing her hand felt, or the softness of her lap.

He especially hated the part that came next…

Keeping Ichigo's jaw wide open, Aizen grabbed another bottle from the large pile nearby. Opening it, she forced the opened end into his mouth, smirking as Ichigo gagged from the bittersweet taste. She kept at it until the whole bottle was empty, the drug now rushing through Ichigo's body and smiled as his cock stood back up as if it'd never went down. "As I said, Ichigo, you'll keep going until I say otherwise." In an act of faux compassion Aizen leaned down and kissed his forehead before turning to the group. "Loly. Menoly. I believe you haven't had a turn with him today….

Three Days Later….

Ichigo lay there on the black tiled floor as a strange bunny-arrancar rode him, clawing at the ground as he struggled to keep himself from exploding again; a losing battle. The bunny arrancar arched her back and moaned lewdly, a sound that echoed throughout the room, as she came along with Ichigo, feeling her already swollen belly stretch even further from the huge amount of spunk poured into her.

The arrancar around them watched in glee, many finally passing out in pleasure, their stomachs looking like they were nine months knocked up. Thankfully, the drug that Aizen continued to force down his throat also made sure that he couldn't get any of them pregnant; she needed them for the war after all.

Ichigo lay on the ground, wishing for nothing more than for death to come, his mind at its limit. The strain hand become too much to bear; he sorely wished that his friends would save him. But after a week of this nightmare and no sign of his friends Ichigo had no choice but to consider his chances of escape or rescue to be nil. 'Please make it stop! I…I can't take any more!'

His daze lasted only until he heard footsteps walking toward him. Turning his head, he saw to his horror Aizen standing over him, smiling her treacherous smile. "Impressive, Ichigo. A whole week, you've been going at it." She held out a hand for the boy to take.

With what strength he had left, he took her hand and struggled to his feet. Aizen kept smiling while wrapping an arm around his waist. Ichigo felt a disorienting wave of nausea as Aizen flashstepped to her throne. Aizen sat the naked boy down on her throne and stood over him, smiling her usual smile as the boy struggled to maintain consciousness. It took all of Ichigo's willpower to remain awake, knowing the cost of letting go and slipping into the black void.

The evil woman ran a finger along Ichigo's jaw as she leaned forward, smelling the boy's thick scent of sweat and sex. "You have my admiration, Ichigo, for being able to endure such a trying task. But I've had my fill of watching you indulge others," she said as she removed her maroon sash, shrugging out of her garments. "It's your turn to please me." She reached down and rubbed dripping cunt, already wet from watching Ichigo fuck woman after woman. "Please me and I will give you the rest you so crave."

Ichigo groaned as Aizen slid into his lap, her breasts pushing against his sweaty chest as she caressed his face with her soft hands. "You are…the…devil…" he groaned as Aizen sank down onto his shaft, the feeling of a woman's pussy returning to him.

"Yes…And you…are the damned," Aizen whispered into his ear, dragging her tongue across his earlobe. She moaned as she slowly began to bounce in Ichigo's lap, her fingers tracing the scratch marks left by the various Arrancar who'd coupled with him. She rolled her hips and enjoyed the strained expression on his face, smiling as his hard manhood rubbed against all of her sweet spots at once. She bit down on her lip as she started to ride Ichigo faster and faster, gripping his shoulders as she drove her body up and down his cock. "Mmmhhh yeah…" she moaned lewdly.

Too used to being used by another woman, Ichigo hands instinctively wrapped around her waist and he bounced her harder up and down his cock, his body a slave to her whims. He couldn't help but give a weak groan as Aizen dug her nails into his shoulders, closing his eyes as the woman claimed his lips with a deep kiss.

The white throne shook as its owner dominated the boy, her juices running down the front of the throne as Ichigo brought her to orgasm again and again. Ichigo could barely hold on as her walls tightened over and over again, his mind and body on the verge of breaking. "Can't…please…" he groaned, holding onto the brunette's sweaty, voluptuous body as if it was his last lifeline. His balls ached as they prepared to shoot their load for the billionth time.

"Do you want to cum, Ichigo?" Aizen asked, tracing his jawline with her finger. "Go ahead, Ichigo. I command you to cum inside of me."

As if on command, Ichigo threw his head back and cried out as he emptied what was left inside of his balls inside of Aizen, scorching her womb with his hot cum. Aizen silenced the boy with a passionate kiss, her body slowly grinding to a halt as she felt the boy fill her with his essence.

The fornicating Soul Reapers came to a stop and Aizen sat back, seeing the dazed, pained expression on Ichigo's face. A week of nonstop physical exertion and sleep deprivation had the intended effect. Ichigo was now hers to mold to her whims. Kissing his lips softly, Aizen smiled. "You are mine. Say it," she said to the boy who was struggling to maintain consciousness at this point.

"I…am…yours…" Ichigo repeated, the words rattling around inside his tired head.

Kissing him again, Aizen rolled her hips. "Very good. You are mine." She put a finger under his chin and tipped his head up. "You will warm my bed from now on and shall please me whenever I wish from here on. When I take the throne of the Soul King and bring down the Soul Society you will be at my side every step of the way. You will help me destroy your friends. And when I rule over the Soul Society you shall serve me still. Understand this, Ichigo: you will never be free of me. Not now. Not ever." She held up a finger which started to glow. "And we shall repeat our lesson until it sticks."

The throne room echoed with Ichigo's hideous scream, Ichigo breaking under the villainess's will….

The End