Power of Persuasion Chapter 2

By BellaRukia

Translated by Sariniste and BellaRukia on 23 June 2015

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He slammed her against the tree and began to kiss her neck.

"Now tell me, Orihime. Where do you want me to kiss you?" Orihime felt suffocated, enveloped by his sudden brutality. She said nothing as he stroked her hair and lightly rubbed her bare shoulders.

All at once, she asked, panting, "Why does Aizen-sama need me to go with him?"

"A king is not a king without his queen," he responded. "You have a power I need to realize my goals." He untied the sash of her hakama with the forcefulness she recalled all too well.

"M-My power… is useless for Aizen-sama's purposes…" she objected, starting to become aroused as her clothes fell away. "I wasn't even helpful in the Spirit King's palace."

"The power of the Spirit King is not compatible with human powers," he countered as he tossed aside her clothes. "You fail to understand the magnitude of the forces in play. That's why you have to give me your power so I can end the Spirit King, Orihime."

Orihime tensed as she felt his manhood hardening against her buttocks. It was rough but at the same time stimulating; it was shamefully pleasant to feel him against her. Although she could not really give him powers, she needed to understand why they were useful for him. But she knew well that Sousuke Aizen would not give her that kind of explanation even if she died for his own cause. She felt his avid hands moving toward her belly; she was becoming wet and praying for it all to be over soon.

"The King…" Orihime stammered. "He's…"

"He's not dead," the shinigami said, dropping his impeccable black hakama. "I'm pleased to see you're still naïve, Orihime." He was delighted as she helplessly increased the pace of her panting. "I know it's tempting to believe the boy you love has strength enough to tear down the lynchpin of the worlds in a blink of an eye." He pulled hard on her long hair, causing her pain, and spoke softly in her ear. "It's impossible for Ichigo Kurosaki to assassinate the King. Do not set him on the pedestal where I belong, Orihime."

To have been in prison and cut off from civilization had not disturbed him at all. Nor did it bother him to have spent such a long time without the warmth of a woman. He didn't need women, they were far from his aspirations and thoughts, but how satisfying it was to always be able to count on an Orihime…

He licked one of his fingers so he could wet the intimate parts of his eternal prisoner. When he glimpsed the blush on her cheeks and felt the urgency between her legs he entered her.

Orihime shuddered. But she couldn't help enjoying it in silence.

He smiled, delighted. It was fascinating that under that naïveté she could not help wanting more of him. He knew that despite her embarrassment and her tears, despite her crying over her beloved friends, it always felt like heaven to her.

"You can't deny," he whispered in an overly sweet voice, "that you like this."

But she didn't reply.

"Say it, Orihime," he insisted. "Say you remember how it feels. Admit to me you spent every night remembering how exciting it was to be with me. Or didn't you believe I would be back for you?"

He yanked her hair and neck and kissed her ear with his tongue as he penetrated her more deeply.

"Smile. You like this."

He covered her mouth so her cries would not be heard throughout the woods. He had entered her from behind, causing her much pain. If there was something Sousuke Aizen liked it was causing pain and enjoying it, but what pleased him most was when his partner reveled in the same obscene and masochistic liturgy. She could wail and moan, but in fact he knew she was rejoicing. It was always the same with her; she couldn't lie to him.

Besides, on those nights when they lay together in Las Noches, how many times had she thrown herself into his arms, disconsolate, after he had exhausted her by using the powers of the Hougyoku to consume her? Sousuke Aizen didn't concern himself with childishness when it was time to play.

He possessed her urgently and she moaned. But not with the same attitude of surrender that long ago she had shown to Aizen-sama. She allowed herself to take pleasure from and relive those infernal games but only to wait for an opening that would let her escape and look for Yasutora. She was not fifteen anymore; she would no longer passively wait for her friends to save her. This time, it was she who would save them.

She wished it would have been as easy as that. The power of persuasion that Sousuke Aizen exerted on her was insurmountable.

She tried to break free but he stopped her.

"I have not yet finished," he insisted, grasping her tightly. "You still haven't admitted you're mine. Say it, Orihime."

She tried to speak in between gasps, even though she didn't want to make that dreadful statement again.

"Now," he ordered, and he threw her to the ground and entered her from the front, excruciatingly slowly, gripping her wrists with painful force. "Who owns you—?"

"Aizen-sama," Orihime gasped, breathless. "My owner … is Aizen-sama."

She closed her eyes to avoid seeing his face, his expression of vile and ruthless satisfaction that she wanted to forget forever. She closed them, trying to keep her mind blank, but it was impossible. It was absurd to pretend that she was not able to sense his monstrous and unmistakable presence. The memory of it was sharp and caustic, and her mind filled with dread. It was curious to be deathly afraid of him while at the same time burning with intense pleasure beneath him. Orihime could never forget how abominable it felt to be the property of Sousuke Aizen.

And he was very sure of it. There was no room for doubt.

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He placed Kyouka Suigetsu against her throat as soon as the girl recovered consciousness. The sharp edge of the blade promised a thrilling death.

"What…?"

"Do not ask questions. Dress yourself and follow me." The most pleasurable aspect of spending half an hour observing her while she slept, recovering her energy, was knowing that when she woke up, she would be completely at his mercy. He would force her to do everything he commanded and she would be unable to refuse him anything. Because Orihime Inoue had always been under Sousuke Aizen's dominion.

She put on the bizarre outfit designed by Kisuke Urahara and waited for Aizen's next command. She had resigned herself to the fact that she could never outwit the man, that it had been foolish to believe she had ever had a chance to escape from his hands. She felt the cold steel point slide down into the space between her breasts, and she inhaled sharply.

"Do not try anything foolish," he threatened. "I doubt it's necessary to warn you that you will have less than a second of regret before this sword pierces your chest."

He watched her swallow with terror, and he liked it.

"Central 46 will find me soon. I am unable to hide my reiatsu," he remarked, frowning. "I admit it was not easy to free myself from the seals they put on me."

Orihime kept silent, afraid to look down at the point of the blade resting in the valley between her breasts.

"Don't be afraid," the shinigami ordered. "You will not die, since you will do exactly as I command." He drew his sword slowly away from her body, stroked her cheek and spoke with compassion. "If we don't keep the sun shining, we'll inevitably be sad." He embraced her, sincerely, warmly.

Orihime's body remained inert. Suddenly she wondered if Aizen had murdered anyone before meeting her. Impossible… No. It wasn't impossible.

However, a single thought burned in her mind as his embrace tightened on her shoulders.

She had touched the unreleased form of Kyouka Suigetsu.

But that, of course, was part of Sousuke Aizen's plan.

~END~