![Modern Day]! Yuri Saionji is a normal girl, living a normal life with her adoring mother, until the day she and her mother are involved in a fatal car accident. After waking from her comatose state, she receives the news of her mother's death. H...
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Warnings: Forced Drug Use, Non-Con.
Yuri was too frozen to even blink, her eyes teared up at Aizen stood up from his chair. "Just what the hell are you doing here?" Ichigo snapped, Yuri jolted and turned to Ichigo, but she turned back toward Aizen. Appearing from her bedroom, Gin and Grimmjow carried boxes toward the door. It was then she realized there were boxes piled along the walls off her apartment.
"Th-Those are my things...What's happening?" She hated how pathetic she sounded, her voice was soft and shaky.
"Yuri you know how I hate to repeat myself," He extended his hand toward her with that small sinister smile. "Now come along,"
"She's not going anywhere with you!" Ichigo stepped in front of Yuri like a shield. "Get out!" Aizen's smile dropped, and his eyes narrowed dangerously.
"You're in my way, boy,"
From behind, Yuri was pushed to the side with a small yelp. Ulquiorra fisted Ichigo's hair and slammed him into the wall opposite of her. It all happened so fast she couldn't warn him, and he didn't have time to move. "Stop it! Stop it!" Yuri rushed toward him with her hands balled into a fist. Gin skillfully wrapped an arm around her middle and pulled her against him. While she kicked and screamed in his arms, she didn't notice he was dragging her toward Aizen.
"That vacation has done you wonders. Look at your beautiful tan," Aizen gently slid his hand up her waist until he found her breast and squeezed. She bit back a groan and fought against his touch.
"Get your hands off her!"
"Boy, I suggest you know your place and shut your mouth, stay out of my business,"
"I don't care who you are or what you'll do to me! Just leave her alone!"
"Ah, have you grown feelings for my little angel, boy? That's unfortunate for you," Aizen reached for her skirt and folded the hem into her underwear. "She only responds to me, that's what training for so long does," Yuri cried out as he pushed her bud of nerves and rolled it with his middle finger. "Right Yuri? Should we show him?"
"Stop!" She cried, her back was still pressed against Gin while he continued to toy with her lower half. Yuri pursed her lips which showcased her tinted cheeks and heavy breathing. Aizen chuckled and cupped the back of her head, kissing her roughly.
Yuri pulled away almost immediately. "Still hesitant?" His dark eyes flicked up toward Ulquiorra who sent a powerful blow to Ichigo's belly. Ichigo groaned in pain and fell to his knees.
"No, don't hurt him!"
"Then show him how much you love me," He whispered in her ear. Yuri nodded unreservedly as she heard the blows connecting to Ichigo's body.
Gin dropped her to her feet and stepped back with that smirk on his face.
Ulquiorra forced Ichigo's bloody face toward Aizen. With an evil, victorious grin Aizen glanced at Ichigo before meeting Yuri's lips in a passionate kiss. He cupped her breast and massaged them gently.
"No....Please stop....," She whispered against his lips.
"You're about to beg me for a lot more soon," He slipped his hand into his white suit pocket, and the moment Yuri spotted the syringe she bolted.
"No! I don't want it!" Aizen sighed softly and marched toward the kitchen after her. Ichigo gnashed his teeth together, but he couldn't move, Ulquiorra pressed his knee into his spine and folded his arms behind him.
"Please stop it, Sosuke! I hate it!"
Aizen grabbed her wrist and slammed her face first on to the kitchen table. "Be a good girl, and I won't fuck you out there in front of your boyfriend,"
Tears rolled down her cheeks. "Why?"
"You know why,"
With a sudden pain in her upper arm, she flinched, and her body became instantly warm. Her heart began to accelerate, and sweat began to bead on her forehead. Aizen felt her body grow limp and he let her go. Yuri laid on the table with a whimpering noise. Aizen grabbed her skirt and yanked it down her legs.
Yuri's eye began to grow heavy, and darkness began to take her. She fought through the feeling and attempted to step away, but he grabbed her firmly around her waist. Yuri's head shot up, she could feel his rock-hard member invade and stretched her lower half. She gripped the edge of the table as he slammed into her relentlessly. The burning sensation coiling in her stomach made her bit her lower lip, drawing blood. She would be mortified if Ichigo heard her. A sly smirk grew on his lips, he leaned over her back and pressed his lips against her ear.
"Should we show him who you truly are who your body belongs to?"
"N-No!"
He clicked his tongue. "I assumed you would have to go through some rigorous training but these...I guess we should get started right away,"
With a snap of his hips, her eyes rolled back while her spine arched. "I know just what to do to make you scream, and you know that,"
Her tears and sweat stained the table underneath her. Her walls were slick and squeezing tightly around him. "Sosuke...Ah....Stop it!"
"It's true, I have been with other women while I was away from you, but no one compared to you. Never," His fingers nearly dug into her flesh as his thrust were growing in speed. Her hips dug into the edge of the table, but she couldn't feel the pain. Only her pleasure. Yuri felt her stomach tighten and she reached back for him—for something to ground her. Aizen gripped her hand in his as his powerful thrust continued.
His slammed into her soft spot over and over until she let out a long cry. Yuri closed her eyes and fell into the darkness. Aizen took her two more times as she laid underneath him a sweating mess. When he was stood, he stood back to adjust his clothes, watching his white sticky fluid slid from her flick entrance and down her thighs.
He pulled up her panties and skirt before picking her up and walking back into the living room. With an eye swollen shut and his consciousness slipping from him, Ichigo glowered harshly at Aizen as he and his men made their way to the front door.
