The Defeated
Chapter 1: Mission Failed

A.N.: Originally this was a request by a writer named remediosmark. However, that person is no longer on Fanfiction so I debated whether or not to do this. After several people inquired about it, I decided to give it a go. A warning though: This is going to be one of my dark fics where I indulge the sadist in me. Or, as Teloch eloquently put it "Evilbiscuit's back…with a vengeance!" Also, several of the characters in this are genderbended as it was part of the original request.
Disclaimer: I don't own Bleach.
Warning: Character death! Lemon! Non-Con! Don't like, don't read!

Squad Two: Detention Center Cell

Ichigo opened his eyes, his body feeling terrible. Every fiber of his body hurt with pain. He tried to move but he found himself hardly able to lift a finger. Looking around with tired eyes, he tried to open his mouth to call out only to find that a mask had been fixed to his jaw, keeping him from speaking much. When he felt the cold metal around his wrists, he realized he was tied to a chair and kept immobile, unable to move or do anything, his arms chained behind his back. 'Where am I? What happened?' He looked down at himself only for his eyes to widen in horror.

His body was completely covered in bandages, most of which had been bled through, Red blood dripped down his arms and sides as some of his wounds had yet to properly heal yet. All Ichigo could manage through the mask was a small groan as the pain started to hit him in waves. He struggled against his restraints but found it was useless. He had no strength anymore and even if he did, the Seki-Seki cuffs were restricting his powers.

The cell was dark and there was no way to tell how much time had passed but Ichigo lowered his head in disgrace. He had blown it. It was over.

Previously….

Ichigo's Zangetsu clashed against Byakuya Kuchiki's zanpakuto, the black-haired woman glaring at the boy with venom in her eyes. The woman took it as an affront that Ichigo had deflected her Senka and now he was acting smug in front of her as a result. Behind him were Ganju, Hanataro and Rukia, freed from her cell. Behind Byakuya was his fellow captain, Ukitake, the white-haired woman not sure of what to do.

Jumping back, Byakuya scowled at the boy, the cause for so much turmoil happening in the Soul Society at the moment. "You seem pleased," she said as she lowered her sword.

Keeping his stance up, Ichigo glared at the woman, not sure where this hatred was coming from. "You keep acting like you can kill me anytime you like it. I think I just showed you that I'm not the same as before, Byakuya!"

The captain shook her head, tired of the boy's hubris. "You defeated Zaraki and now it has overinflated your ego. Yes. You are different than the last time we met," she admitted. The three behind Ichigo shivered from the cold stare she was giving Ichigo. "But trash will always be trash and I will put you back into the gutter where you belong, boy."

Ukitake's eyes widened as her contemporary held her sword up, the tip pointing downwards. "Byakuya, no! That's going too far!"

"This boy defeated Zaraki. And it's likely he murdered Captain Aizen. But more than that," her dark eyes gleamed with murder as she continued to stare at the Substitute, "This boy has flaunted our way of life and spat in the faces of the Thirteen Court Guard Squads. I will kill him for that." Addressing Ichigo this time, Byakuya called out to the boy, "You think you're my equal? You are mistaken. You are nothing but a raindrop. Allow me to show you what an ocean is in comparison."

Ichigo was confused as Byakuya let go of her blade. 'What is she-"

"ICHIGO!" Rukia screamed behind him, sensing what was about to happen. "RUN AWAY! QUICKLY!"

Ichigo's hesitance sealed his fate. Byakuya's sword sank into the ground, only for massive blades to rise up out of the ground underneath the bridge, terrifying Ichigo. "What…what is this?" he called out to Byakuya.

The woman continued to glare at Ichigo. "This is the true power of a Soul Reaper Captain: Bankai.

Senbonzakura Kageyoshi."

The towering swords exploded into pink lights and once again Ichigo was confused. 'Her power is a flower storm?'

That was the last rational thought Ichigo had the pink flurry engulfed him.

Rukia, Ganju and Hanataro all screamed as Ichigo suddenly exploded with blood, his body sliced by the millions of blades. The zanpakuto in Ichigo's hands, Zangestu, the sword Ichigo had taken pride in, shattered into tens of pieces from the awesome power of the woman's Bankai. The captain scoffed as Ichigo hit the ground with a thud, blood pooling around him.

Hanataro dashed forward, tears running down his face. "Ichigo!" he screamed, running to him. Reaching him, he put his hands on his back and was shocked to see just how bad of shape Ichigo was in. "Hang on! I'll heal-"

"Hadô #4: Byakurai."

The last thing Hanataro felt in this life was the bolt of white lightning as it shot out of Byakuya's finger, piercing his heart. The medic fell next to Ichigo, dead before he hit the ground.

Ganju was shocked and appalled by the woman's vicious rampage. He understood Zaraki was an animal but this woman was far more brutal. "DAMN YOU!" Against all rational thought he charged at the captain.

Ichigo lay there on the ground in immense pain, trying hard not to lose consciousness. 'What was that? Everything hurts….' He couldn't hear well from his fading senses but he heard Rukia scream one last time and heard something bounce onto the bridge.

The last thing Ichigo saw before he lost consciousness was Ganju's decapitated head as it rolled in front of him. Then the darkness took him….

Back to the present….

Ichigo sat in his prison, his body aching in agonizing pain. His wounds had been treated but it seemed sloppy, as if whoever was helping Ichigo didn't care if he lived or died. Time seemed to drag on as Ichigo sat there. The room seemed to be underground so he had no idea if it was day or night or how long he'd been down here. 'I hope the others are alright. Uryu, Chad, Orihime, Yoruichi…please be safe….'

Just when Ichigo thought that he was going to go mad from the silence of the cell, he heard footsteps coming down his way. Lifting his head, his blurry vision cleared up and he saw a small but fearsome- looking woman standing in front of his cell, her grey eyes looking at the boy with contempt. "Who…are you?" he asked with what voice he had left.

"I am Captain Soi-Fon of Squad Two, Ryoka." She crossed her arms and scowled at the prisoner that Byakuya had handed over to her. "And you must be Ichigo Kurosaki." Ichigo saw that she had eyes similar to Byakuya: eyes filled with contempt and malice.

"Where am I? How long have I been down here?"

"Two weeks," the captain replied.

Ichigo's eyes widened in sheer horror. "Two weeks! Then-"

"Yes. Rukia Kuchiki has been executed," Soi-Fon answered, watching as the boy slumped in his chair in defeat. "It's over, Ryoka."

The memories of Rukia poured through Ichigo's mind as he wept for his dead friend. "No…" he whimpered sadly, the chains behind him clinking as he slumped forward. He realized that if two weeks had passed and if he was the only one down here, things must have taken a turn for the worst for his friends. "What are you going to do with me?" he asked, resigned to his fate. He knew the risks, though he didn't imagine that he would actually fail in his quest. "Are you going to kill me too?"

Crossing her arms, Soi-Fon called over a medic from Squad Four to her. She pulled out the keys to Ichigo's cell, she opened the door and gestured for the medic, a young tall woman with silver hair, to enter. "Heal him. At least to the point where he won't break," he said. The woman entered Ichigo's cell and gently leaned him back against the chair, putting her hands on his chest and beginning to heal his wrecked body. "A lot has happened since Byakuya Kuchiki turned you in."

"Turned me in? Why didn't she kill me?" Ichigo asked out of curiosity.

"You have Captain Ukitake to thank. She stayed Byakuya's hand that day and was the one who kept you alive after Byakuya killed your co-conspirators."

Once again, Ichigo slumped in his chair, remembering how Hanataro and Ganju fell. His eyes watered again at the memory of Ganju, wondering how he could ever face Kukaku again after she'd helped them so much. He felt even worse for Hanataro, whom he should have never involved in this. Looking up he saw Soi-Fon continuing to look at him with contempt and disgust in her eyes, as if he was an affront just to be in front of her half-dead.

The woman continued to heal Ichigo quickly, her skill being far above Hanataro's. Soon the agonizing pain from his wounds faded and she stood up. "It is done, Captain Soi-Fon. I've stopped the bleeding of his injuries and have mended the damage to his-"

Soi-Fon waved her away. "Very well. You're dismissed, Lieutenant Kotetsu. Return to your Squad."

The woman looked back at Ichigo with a look of pity on her face, wishing she could help the poor boy a little more. But she knew that Soi-Fon was one of the worst people to cross and knew her place. "Yes, ma'am," she said before quickly leaving.

Soi-Fon stepped inside the cell and pulled out more keys. "I'm going to undo the restraints keeping you in the chair and the muzzle, Ryoka." She put her hands around his throat and tightened her grip, making Ichigo begin to choke. "A word of warning: if you try to escape or attack me I will finish what Byakuya started. And believe me, I can do things that would frighten even her," she threatened. She undid the chains binding Ichigo as well as removed the mask around Ichigo's face. "Get up," she ordered.

Ichigo rose to his feet, only to wobble as his sense of balance wavered. "Guh!" he groaned as his vision swam, pain shooting up from his injured feet and legs.

Soi-Fon kept him upright by grabbing him by the arm, rolling her eyes at Ichigo's shaky state. Ichigo was dragged out of his cell and taken down the corridor. For the poor boy every step was a nightmare. The lieutenant who'd healed him had healed most of his wounds around his chest, neck and arms but his feet ached madly. "Where…where are you taking me?" he asked, his jaw sore from the mask being on for too long.

Soi-Fon turned her head and glared at the boy. "You will shut your mouth, boy. Otherwise you go back into the cell!" she threatened, tired of the Ryoka's weakness. Dragging him up a flight of stairs, she opened a door and shoved Ichigo inside.

Ichigo found himself standing in a large, lavishly furnished room. He noticed how there were a plethora of black-cat knickknacks lining shelves all around the room, a large bed with comfy purple linens in the middle of it. He turned his head and stared at the woman. Deciding to risk it, he asked the question that had been hanging over him. "My friends. What happened to my friends?"

Soi-Fon walked away from him and headed over to a desk, looking over several papers. Keeping her back turned to him, she finally answered.

"Dead."

All of the blood that was still in Ichigo left his face, his lips trembling with shock. "W-what?" he whispered.

Turning her head slightly, Soi-Fon elaborated. "Your friend, the tall one with dark skin? Captain Kyoraku defeated him in combat and his lieutenant finished the job. The Quincy you came here with was killed by Captain Kurotsuchi. It seems he succumbed to the captains' poisonous Bankai. As for the girl, she was captured by his lieutenant and taken to the Department of Research and Development for experimentations. Considering it's Kurotsuchi, you might as well count her among the dead." She paused for a moment for continuing. "Lad-I mean, Yoruichi, was killed by the Head-Captain when she attempted to intervene during Rukia Kuchiki's execution. She tried to free Rukia from the scaffold but the Head-Captain incinerated her. And, of course, I already told you of Rukia Kuchiki's fate. Oh, and just so you know, Renji Abarai was also killed when he attempted to intervene at the execution. Byakuya Kuchiki punished his treason with death. She even made sure to take his head to make sure he was dead. Apparently she learned her lesson when she left you alive in the World of the Living."

Ichigo wished he could die and get it over with, tears running down his face as he stared at the ground. 'Uryu…Chad…Orihime…Yoruichi…Rukia…and now, even Renji…' He remembered how the redhead pleaded to him so desperately to save Rukia, only to fail miserably. "So are you going to kill me next?" he asked, his voice laced with despair.

"The Head-Captain ordered your execution, as well as the girl Mayuri captured. Your public executions were planned to be the day after Rukia Kuchiki's execution. Only…" she turned around and Ichigo saw weariness in her eyes, tired from the two weeks of panic, "Things have changed and now we aren't sure what to do with you."

"What are you talking about?"

"One of our captains, Souske Aizen, was found dead shortly after you defeated Abarai. At the time, we thought the culprit was you, Ichigo Kurosaki. However, just after Rukia was executed by the Sokyoku, Aizen appeared along with several other captains and retrieved something that had been hidden inside Rukia Kuchiki's body; Aizen called it the Hogyoku, which was claimed to have the power to break down the barrier between Soul Reaper and Hollows.

Aizen escaped with Captains Ichimaru and Tosen with the help of Menos Grande. However, we found out that they had orchestrated everything. The massacred the Central 46 and sped up the date of Rukia's execution and were the ones who ordered her execution by the Sokyoku to begin with."

Ichigo felt numb at her words unable to believe. "So…this was all part of one captain's scheme?"

"That would certainly be the case. We've no idea what Aizen has planned but we do know that the traitor is allied with the Menos Grande and they're planning on destroying the Soul Society. Which leaves us with the question…" her eyes narrowed as she stared at the defeated Ichigo, "Of what to do witth you. Aizen's words told us that your attempted rescue was expected and we gathered that the traitors used your arrival to distract everyone from their true goal. Which means that in all likelihood Aizen was using you the whole time. At the time we were going to execute you for Aizen's murder and for disrupting the peace but now your fate is up in the air."

"Why won't you just let me go home?" Ichigo asked, his eyes still on the floor. "Haven't I suffered enough?"

"In my opinion, you haven't suffered nearly enough, you little brat," Soi-Fon said with scorn dripping in her voice. "But that has yet to be decided. In the meantime, however, we did find a use for you…."

Ichigo gulped from the look in her eyes as she removed her Haori. "What…what do you mean?" he asked, shaking with fear.

"You see, Ichigo Kurosaki, with the upcoming battle against Aizen looming over us, there are some who feel angry and stressed due to everything that's happened. So the Head-Captain decided what better way for us to let go of some stress than to use you for our relief."

Ichigo backed away from Soi-Fon as she walked over to him, her eyes filled with devious intent. "Wait a minute! You…you don't really mean-"

Soi-Fon disappeared from sight. Ichigo's confusion only grew when his hands were suddenly tied behind his back. "You don't have a say in this, Ryoka," Soi-Fon said as she grabbed him by his hair and dragged him over to the bed. Turning him around, Soi-Fon grabbed him by the throat and leaned forward. "Because of you, I lost Yoruichi, my mentor and my friend. If I had my way, I would make you suffer in ways you couldn't fathom." She pushed him onto the bed and snapped her fingers. The rope tying Ichigo's wrists loosened and he rolled onto his back. He attempted to get up but Soi-Fon put her bare foot on his chest. "But for the moment, I'm going to use you as my personal fucktoy. You should consider yourself lucky," she undid her obi and shrugged out of her clothes. "There are many who'd kill for this."

Snapping her fingers again, the ropes around Ichigo's wrists suddenly sprang to life. Ichigo yelped as his hands were tied together in front of him before more ropes wrapped around him, keeping him tied to the headboard of the bed, his arms over his head. Wearing nothing but simple white underwear, Soi-Fon got onto the bed and crawled over to Ichigo. Ichigo's face became heated as her naked body became on display. The woman had a fit, slim body as fitted her profession as an assassin. Her breasts were small and petite, with tiny nipples crowing the small mounds. The rings on her braids clinked behind her as she crawled to him like a jaguar stalking its cornered prey. Sweat rolled down Ichigo's body as he became gripped by fear. He didn't want to lose his virginity like this. "Get away from me!" he shouted, trying to kick her in the face.

Soi-Fon scowled for a moment only to smirk at Ichigo's defiance. "Go ahead and struggle, boy. It makes this more fun for me." Catching Ichigo's foot, she pounced onto him and ripped his pants off. Because his top had nothing but bandages covering him, he was left nude before the terrifying captain. Soi-Fon raised an eyebrow when she saw Ichigo's manhood. Even soft, the boy certainly was impressive.

Small hands cupped Ichigo's face, her nails digging into his skin as she leaned forward and pulled him into a kiss. Ichigo struggled and tried to kick her again but she swiftly ceased his struggling by socking him the stomach. Tasting blood in his mouth, Ichigo coughed before Soi-Fon kissed him again, sliding into his lap. Little by little, Ichigo's cock started to rise.

Letting out all of the stress she'd suffered since watching Yoruichi, her personal goddess, be turned into a pile of ashes, Soi-Fon slipped her tongue into Ichigo's mouth and moaned, feeling something hard and hot press against her stomach. Knowing that the boy was hating this, she put her hands on his bandaged shoulders and started to grind herself against him, her small, petite breasts rubbing into his chest as she pressed her body into his.

Ichigo's teen hormones played agasitn him as the captain's tongue continued to explore his mouth. When she teased his own pink organ he gave a slight moan before he subconsciously started to greet her tongue with his. The kiss between them became sloppy as Soi-Fon dominated Ichigo's mouth. Ichigo shivered as she raked her nails up his sides.

Feeling Ichigo's hard manhood continually rub against her stomach, Soi-Fon decided that the time for foreplay was over. Getting off of Ichigo momentarily, she leaned back and pulled off her panties, tossing them to the floor. Getting up, she walked over to a drawer and started to rummage through it. "Hmm…where'd I put it…."

Ichigo broke out in cold sweat as he waited for her to finish what she was doing. He had no doubt the woman was a sadist and to say he was in an uncomfortable position was understating things. While her back was turned he struggled in vain against his restraints but he couldn't free himself. When Soi-Fon turned back around and headed for the boy his eyes became glued to the item in her hand. 'Oh dear…this can't be good.'

Soi-Fon slipped the collar around Ichigo's neck, a small bell attached to it. "Until the Head-Captain orders me to relinquish you over to one of the other captains, you're to be my pet." Snapping her fingers again, the ropes keeping Ichigo tied to the headboard came undone and she grabbed Ichigo's ankle, yanking him forward and pushing him onto his back. Straddling his lap, Soi-Fon put her hands on the boy's bandaged stomach and rubbed her cunt against Ichigo's shaft.

Ever since he entered puberty, Ichigo had always imagined his first time being something special. He wasn't a romantic by any stretch but he imagined it would be something that involved candles, slow music and soft confessions of love. Those dreams had now become all but shattered by the Soul Reapers who'd taken everything from him. They'd taken Rukia. They'd taken his friends. They refused to let him go home. They'd stripped him of his pride and dignity. And now this woman was going to use him like a cheap whore.

Sliding down Ichigo's cock, Soi-Fon couldn't help the moan as her pussy was speared by Ichigo. It'd been a long time since she had a male partner; usually whenever she needed a stress reliever she enlisted the aid of one of her female squad members to assist her. Under normal circumstances she wouldn't use a man for pleasure but the idea of using the defeated Ryoka as punishment for the death of Yoruichi was too good to pass up. Her eyes squeezed shut as her small pussy was stretched by Ichigo's manhood, the tip nestling deep inside her once she reached the base. Seeing Ichgio's pained expression made her grin evilly. "So tell me, boy," she taunted as she leaned forward, leering down at the boy. "How does it feel being with a real woman?" she taunted, knowing that Ichigo was hating this.

"Get off of me!" Ichigo shouted. He hated being used like this. But more so than that, he hated the fact that Soi-Fon's pussy…was so…god…damn…'Tight! She's so tight around me!'

Soi-Fon shut him up by clamping a hand to his mouth. "You shouldn't push your luck, brat. Another outburst and I'll break your jaw," she threatened. Taking her hand off Ichigo's mouth once she was sure to have gotten the message, she put her hands back on Ichigo's stomach and lifted her hips up, letting out a sigh as her cunt was emptied of Ichigo's cock. "Oooooh…" she moaned as she started to bounce her hips up and down.

Ichigo groaned as Soi-Fon's wet walls surrounded his cock. He had no idea how a woman's cunt could feel so good. The bell on his collar jingled when he threw his head back and moaned as her pussy tightened around him, his cock becoming slick with her dripping juices. The bed beneath Ichigo shook as Soi-Fon bounced faster on his cock, her braids continuing to clink repeatedly as she arched her back. Her hands cupped her small tits as she felt pleasure wash over her. She rolled her hips and smirked as Ichigo moaned out loud, sensing that the boy was giving in to her advances. When she heard that Zaraki had been defeated she'd first thought that the boy was something but now he was less than nothing now; which was fine by her.

Ichigo's hands balled into fists as he struggled to control himself. His baser instincts were to thrust up to meet her bouncing and feel himself go deeper into the evil woman. But Ichigo suppressed that thought, not wanting Soi-Fon to win and think he'd broken completely before her advances. He closed his eyes and tried to imagine someone else riding him, first Rukia and then Orihime. But then the memory of his friends' deaths hit him and he opened his eyes again, knowing at last that there was no running from this.

Soi-Fon could sense something change in Ichigo and she knew he was close to caving in. She reached down and rubbed her clit with her small fingers, closing her eyes as waves of pleasure coursed through her. "Oh fuck," she groaned as her toes curled, her bouncing becoming irratic. Her small ass rippled as it smacked against Ichigo's hips, her back arching as she felt the knot in her stomach come undone. "Fuck!" 'It's been so long since I've been with a man; especially one who's as big as he is. I can't…hold…on!'

Being the virgin he is, Ichigo coulnd't fight back the tidal wave rising within him as Soi-Fon climaxed around his cock, her juices covering his balls. "I can't…" he grunted as his sac tightened, Soi-Fon's tightening walls more than he could bear. He threw his head back against the pillow and cried out as he emptied his balls inside of Soi-Fon, who merely moaned at the hot cum splashing inside her pussy.

Soi-Fon rubbed her stomach as her pussy was filled. As a member of the Stealth Force she took conrtraceptives in order to prevent pregnancy so she had no worries of carrying a Ryoka's child. Looking down, she saw Ichigo's expression and smiled mercilessly. "You look like that hurt more than it felt good," she teased, knowing how much Ichigo was hating this. "Well too bad, Ichigo," she said before getting off of the boy, heading back over to her special drawer. "Until I'm told otherwise, you're mine to do with as I please. And I've so much to make you pay for…" she said ominously.

Ichigo paled when she pulled out a black whip.

"Let's get started, shall we?"

To be continued