Sorry this took so long but technology hates me! Hope you aren't disappointed! I will say that this chap is definitely M with a bit of a rape scene but I promise it's not lemoned out. Lets just say that Grimmy will reach a new level of pissed off...

Chapter 17

Fanning the Flames

Nnoitra

I hid my smile at the worried faces retreating from the room. I am sure they would be laughing at the sight of me in a broom closet- waiting- but that didn't matter. The last laugh would be mine anyways. She was going to die, but she would beg for death first. Such a shame Grimmy ain't here to watch the flower wilt.

Szayel's drug had worked perfectly. There was no way the mad scientist could create an antidote in a day, despite his genius. It'd taken him over a month to get the real original right. I'd seen him scurry out of her room, a look of terror on his face. He must be scared of Aizen because that bitch was out for the count; a count that would be running very low soon.

Don't laugh, Sir. They'll hear ya. Hold it in just a little bit longer.

Aizen and Starrk soon followed, splitting ways once they hit the hall, undoubtedly to look for me. Why did Hali-bitch have to be so goddamn observant? It didn't matter and I smiled as they went as fast as they could to search for me, whom they wouldn't find. I always knew Aizen hid a moron beneath that polished exterior.

I listened to what was going on in the room, occupied now by only the two dick-less banes of my existence. I heard a faint, sickly voice come to my ears, saying, "I'll be fine. I think the worst has already happened." I laughed inside as the yellow flash by the door let me know the Halibel had accepted her reasoning and gone to do whatever her job was during this crisis.

Oh, the worst is yet to come, sweetheart, I gleefully thought to myself as I crept noiselessly into her room. Unlocked. Tsk… how careless. I was surprised to see her eyes already locked onto me as soon as I looked at the bed. I grinned wide, pure pleasure welling up in me at the upcoming torture.

I locked her door behind me and walked further into her lavish room. She's really this important?! It looks like fuckin' royal quarters in here! I looked again at the girl.

"What do you want?" she asked dryly.

"Me?" I questioned playfully, unable to hold back the downright giddy tone in my voice. "I wanted pay my respect to that now dead power of yours."

"It's not dead," she practically growled at me.

"Touchy! Either way, it's not in ya, so that's good enough for me. Besides, you'll be dead soon anyways so it don't reallymatter." I licked my lips, the anticipation building. The sex would be great but I'd be ready to bathe in the blood I'd been waiting to spill by the time this was over.

"Why not just kill me like a real man? Why all the antics?" she asked, not making any effort to conceal her belligerent tone or contempt of me. I began to get angry. This feeble little bitch though she could mouth off to me?

I closed the distance between me and her bed, grabbing the scarf that had been wrapped around her head to pull her to a sitting position. She gritted her teeth at the pain from hair being pulled as well and tried to hide her shivering. "I am a real man," I snarled at her, "and you'll feel every bit of that before I let you die."

Her eyes widened slightly, but she curled her lip in disgust at me nonetheless. "You would resort to having to fuck someone who can't fight you off. What's wrong, Nnoitra, can't get it on your own?"

I back handed her across the face, watching the red already forming the shape of my hand. She bit her lip, blinking back tears before she looked up at me again.

"At least you left a mark. No one can say I went to you willingly," she spat vehemently.

I laughed at her glaring daggers at me. "You can say what you want, but it won't change the fact that you can't do anything 'bout it, bitch. Nor does it change that your pussy-whipped boy-toy can't attempt to save you. You're all alone." Her eyes widened just a fraction, just enough to ensure that she was afraid. That was enough for me.

"You think your scared now, bitch?" I asked menacingly as I grabbed her by her arm and threw her on the floor from her bed. She tried weakly to scramble away from me, but I caught her easily, sitting astride her to keep her from moving. Her scarf had only partially unwound. I moved it down to her neck, wrapping it into a slip knot. This would be fun.

I pulled the ends of the scarf away, watching as her hands involuntarily went to her throat as she was cut off from air. I loosened it a bit. I am not a necrophiliac. I laughed at her again when she moved her hands just as quickly to cover her breasts when I ripped her shirt off.

I laughed at her feeble tries to push me away and pinned her arms to the ground, feeling her icy skin. I leaned down, adopting the sickest voice I could as I whispered in her ear, "I know how to keep you warm outside of those blankets." I slid a knee between her thighs to emphasize my point. The labored breathing that caused began to make me hard.

I ran my tongue around the swollen globe, watching her nipples harden. Why is it the biggest bitches have to be the hottest ones? I leaned forward and ran the tip of my tongue gently down her throat before biting her neck hard enough to draw blood. I drew more blood from another bite on the top of one of her breasts. The red streams made her even more alluring, but the gasp she emitted at the pain was jut downright hot.

"What's this?" I purred as she turned her face away from me. "Did I just turn you on? You're worse than a bitch, you're a whore. You're a fuckin' whore."

With that, she changed. She quit struggling. I thought I had won, found her weakness. Broken her instinct to fight. Then I saw her eyes. The rings of orange were gone, but the attitude was the same. She looked at me unblinking, breathing evenly. Coupled with the cold skin, she seemed to be made of stone. "You aren't worth it," she whispered, so softly it seemed to be to herself as she slipped into a nearly comatose state, like she was lost in meditation.

"You are a fuckin' whore! You won't even fight me?" I taunted her. She made no response, simply stared.

"You act strong now, but you just wait."

Still no response.

"Answer me, slut!" I yelled at her. I knew she wasn't dead, she was breathing. Why the hell wasn't she crying? Where were pleads to not do anything?

"You will not ruin this for me, too!" I screamed at her. I released one of her hands from my grip, pulling the scarf tight again around her neck. Her breathing became shallower, but she didn't move to do anything to prevent the choking. She didn't let her expression move a single muscle.

I flipped her over on to her stomach, keeping the scarf taught. I ripped off the skirt from around her hips, planning to make this as painful as possible for her. I entered her roughly, dry. She didn't yelp, didn't move, didn't cry.

"What is wrong with you?!" I asked. This was nearly humiliating for me, again! How could this bitch not be afraid? This cunt was going to die, but she acted like nothing was going on. "I know I'm not that easy to drown out! You know you want to cry! You want to beg! GIVE ME MY REVENGE!!"

I rained down blows on her back, sides, and face as I continued to try to make her scream. She was already black and blue as I decided to make it worse for her. I lifted her hips so that I could penetrate into the virgin hole, forgetting to keep up hiding my reiatsu in my haste. Fuck it. I nearly screamed when, at my rough entry into her ass, the girl still didn't even blink.

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Aizen

Szayel found me before I found Nnoitra, and let me know he needed 5 hours. He was able to come up with the combatant to his own medication easily, he simply needed to use a different active ingredient, but it would take 5 hours to cook it down properly. This would work, he had told me, and he had already tested it on sample cells he had left of the sample she had given him when she first came. That was good news.

The bad news was that I had finally felt Nnoitra's reiatsu fluctuating. It was coming from her room. I was sonido-ing back toward the living quarters when I was met by Halibel, looking stricken.

"What are you doing here? Is she alone?"

"She ordered me to tell you to bring Grimmjow back, but she is alone. I shouldn't have left."

"No, you should not have, but that's not important now. We have to get to her." I stated as calmly as I could. Luckily, Halibel was not the type for talking and simply nodded and began to move toward her room, matching my pace.

We arrived to find the door locked. There was screaming coming from inside the room, but it was not coming from the girl. Nnoitra was yelling something about her needing to scream for him. Starrk came up next to us at the same time.

Before I could even order it, Halibel's cero blew the wall separating us away.

I walked in to see a naked Mirella lying motionless and bloody on the floor with Nnoitra standing above her, about to deliver a killing blow with his giant zanpakuto. The coward. He had not only planned to kill her but had raped her as well. Starrk pinned Nnoitra to the wall before he could blink and hallibel gently laid the damaged girl in among her blankets again.

Something stirred inside of me. I had brainwashed and tricked people, killed many as well, but I had never stooped so low as to rape someone. The very thought disgusted me. I was seized by an unfamiliar need for justice and acted completely out of character when I immediately opened a garganta, pulling Ulquiorra and Grimmjow straight into the monstrous scene in her room.

I saw Grimmjow look around in surprise, summing up the situation. At the sight of Mirella, looking as if she had gone through a war, Grimmjow snapped to attention. He rushed to her bedside looking her over. The he saw Starrk holding a still smiling Nnoitra. His eyes narrowed and reiatsu flared as he prepared to rip the other Espada to shreds.

I couldn't help but be happy that a look of fear finally took hold of Nnoitra's face.

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Hope everyone enjoyed this. Please r&r, this chapter was so hard for me to write. Thanks to Veira and Fuzzibunniez, my faithful encouragers! And if you haven't checked out Fuzzibunniez's Toshiro is 17 story then you are missing out on a great one, so quit stalling!

~Echo