Chapter 4 - Chapter 4

“Yushiro, please. Just… no. Not today,” Yoruichi mumbled, reaching up to press her hand against her brother's face and shoving him to the side. She was absolutely exhausted, a bone-deep tiredness that sapped any will to act or even think. They’d put her through her paces yesterday, handing her off to a hulking, monstrous Hollow in the very basement of the prison. It had been big enough to hold her in a single hand and had used her with all the same kindness and consideration a normal person would have used a sex toy. Her body was bruised and battered, and her poor pussy still ached, throbbing painfully from the ordeal it had been put through. 

If the guards were trying to keep her from escaping by keeping her too tired to think, they were doing a good job. She couldn’t plan an escape when every day or two she was being handed over to some new hell, being forced to play nice with some monster, or leering guard, or snarling animal. Every few days her brains would get scrambled by an unwanted orgasm or twelve, and she’d be right back to square one. 

There hadn’t even been time, as of late, to comfort her brother. Their time in the prison was weighing heavily on him, and she had been worried he was starting to crack under the pressure of it all. But how could she comfort him, when she was barely holding on herself? Her days seemed to be an unending parade of abuse and humiliation, and by the time she was allowed to limp back to their cell, she was too exhausted to do anything but sleep until the next time they came for her. Her mortal body was being pushed toward the very edge of exhaustion and fatigue and she was unable to keep up the pace.

“Big sister, please,” Yushiro pleaded, crawling back on top of her and pressing his hips against her. She could feel his cock, straining after so long without attention as he rubbed against her. At the start of their time in the cell, she'd done her best to keep him pleased, spending as much time with him as with the monsters. But lately, she just hadn't had the will or the energy.

“Yu-” she began, but his hands were already tugging her kimono out of the way and he didn’t wait for her to finish before he shoved himself into her. 

She almost screamed as he penetrated her. Her pussy had been put through hell the day before, and her soft mound was still slightly swollen, plus lips painted with dark bruises from their brutish enjoyment. And Yushiro just shoved himself home, hips pressing against her as the pain made her hands clench, scrabbling for grip against the raw stone. 

What had happened to her brother? He was fucking her like an animal, his hips slamming into her with raw, brutal force. He was treating her just like the Hollows or the guards did, desperately taking pleasure from her despite the pain and discomfort he might have been causing. What had happened to her sweet brother, who had stammered and flushed every time she rode him. Who had pleaded for permission to cum, or even just to touch her? He’d been so sweet, so respectful and shy, how had he become this? Just another grunting, snarling monster using her without a care.

His hips worked furiously, dragging his cock back from her aching, stinging mound, and then shunting forward. Hard thrusts that made her jerk forward and sent ripples out through her body, her fat ass bouncing and her thick thighs wobbling. His hand pressed down on the back of her head, shoving her face into the thin matt on their cell floor. The other dug into her side, gripping her hip possessively as if he held her tight enough they might not be able to take her away from him.

“I… I’ll be quick,” he grunted into her ear. Telling her, not asking her. Unconcerned for her pleasure in any way, caring only about his own. She’d must have been failing in her attempt to protect and shield him because the Yushiro she’d always loved would never have acted this way. 

Both of them were breaking under the strain of their captivity, and Yoruichi didn’t know how much longer either of them was going to last. 

“What, haven’t you been getting enough? We can arrange for some more time down below if you’re that desperate…”

Both siblings jumped, startled, spinning to face the door as they scrambled apart. They’d been so engaged they hadn’t even heard the sound of someone approaching their cell, and now the lead guard stood there, smiling at them with evil glee. 

“No, I…. we were just…” Yoruichi’s wit failed as she stared into that smiling face, her heart hammering in her chest. She’d found what happened when she mouthed off to him, and she was still so sore, so tired, she couldn’t possibly handle another punishment. 

Yushiro stared at her, waiting for her to say something, but his sister stayed quiet, staring down at the floor, looking defeated. So he swallowed, hands shaking as he balled them into defiant fists. 

“We were just-” he began, trying to pick up the torch of her defiance.

“Shut up, brat, nobody cares,” the lead guard said, talking over Yushiro. They may have humored Yoruichi’s defiance, but Yushiro was barely tolerated. He was here to help keep his sister in line, but they didn’t care two bent pennies about him beyond that. The lock clicked and the door was shoved open. The man stood aside so two other guards could step into the room, picking up Yoruichi and dragging her outside into the hallway. There was a small knot of guards waiting for her, grinning and joking as she was pulled out, all of them ready to enjoy the day’s show.

“I thought up something really special for you today,” the head guard said conversationally as they started leading her away. “See, we got something down in the very basement that-”

“P-please.”

The group stopped moving, the man turning to face Yoruichi as she stared at the floor, shame making her face burn red and her voice tremble. 

“What was that?” he asked, raising an eyebrow.

“Please don’t,” the proud, noble shinigami asked, her voice shaking as she looked up at him with desperate eyes. “I don’t….. I can’t do another day with one of your pet monsters. Please, I just…. I can’t, okay? I’m still so sore, I…. I’ll do anything. I… I can suck your cocks instead.”

Yushiro, back in their cell, let out a groan of disgust and pain as he heard his sister begging, pleading with the pack of thugs. He’d known she was suffering, he understood that they were putting her through hell, but to debase herself like this was just too much. Had she lost all self-respect? Had she really broken so completely, after so short a time? 

“Don’t!” he called from their cell, trying to sound strong. Trying to give her strength with only his voice. “Don’t let these cowardly idiots break you. You’re stronger than them, big sister! Don’t do this!”

“I can’t do it again,” she repeated, shaking her head and making her ponytail swing. “I… please. Sir. I’ll do anything you want.” 

The honorific sounded strange coming from her mouth, but it seemed to please the guards. The leader nodded and instead of moving down the hall the little group shuffled over into a small alcove in the hallway, used by the guards to rest during their patrols or if they needed to sit and keep an eye on a troublesome prisoner. There was enough space for the whole little group, just barely within sight of Yushiro. They gathered in a small knot around the battered and beaten woman, and she didn’t even hesitate. 

Her hands were all over them the minute they stopped walking, dragging their cocks out into the open air as Yushiro watched in disgust. A half dozen thick, heavy cocks that throbbed and twitched as she moved in a slow circle. Each one got a slow, almost loving kiss from Yoruichi, her lips pressing hard against their shaft as she worked her way around all the men. Maybe it was a coincidence that the last man, the one she stopped on, had the biggest cock out of all of them. She couldn’t have broken that far, right? And yet she plunged down onto the man’s cock like she was starving, pushing herself to the base in a single, fluid motion. He let out a groan, fingers tangling in her hair as she kissed his pelvis, cheeks hollowing somewhat as she sucked.

“Holy shit, someone’s desperate, huh?” the man laughed, his voice shaking as his knees trembled. Yoruichi had pushed her tongue out to slurp and lick at his balls, spilling drool all down her front as she did everything she could to please him. She’d have happily sucked every man in the prison if it meant they didn’t send her down to the Hollows again, anything was better than another day being a fucktoy for those brutal monsters. 

She moved down the line, never spending more than a few minutes per man, her hands jerking off anyone else she could reach as she tried to keep the entire crowd happily at once. It was a messy, dripping circle as she jumped from cock to cock, gagging and moaning around their shafts as she furiously bobbed her head, until her cheeks were smeared and glistening with spit, her hair a wild tangle as men tugged at it, trying to get her to jump over to them instead of their neighbor. 

Yoruichi, the famed and feared renegade shinigami, even ducked her head so she could messily lap at their nuts, dragging her tongue along loose skin and heavy, swaying balls. The taste of cock and salt was thick on her tongue as she worshipped the men in any way they desired, working them until their shafts were dripping thick ropes of drool and throat slop, and their pre was smeared across her face like a mark of ownership. 

“You’re doing such a good job,” the leader of the guards told her, and Yoruichi found herself flushing. Did that mean he wasn’t going to send her down to a Hollow after all? That, just maybe, he’d let her stay up here sucking off the guards instead? His next words seemed to confirm that hope, and she felt relief wash through her. 

“So, why don’t I show you what kind of reward good girls get. Instead of ugly, nasty Hollow cock, they get this.”

He peeled aside his robes and maybe it wasn’t the most impressive cock she’d ever seen, it was ‘only’ about a foot long and thick as her wrist. But it wasn’t going to break her apart like a Hollow cock would, and it was unmistakably human, and that meant she was staring back at it like she was in love. His hands helped her lift her ass into the air, letting him crouch behind her and line himself up. She gasped as he pressed against her aching cunt and tried to squirm away.

“W-wait,” she whimpered, pulling back so she could speak, though thick ropes of drool and pre still connected her to the cock that throbbed next to her face. “Not… not there. I’m still too sore. Please, could… Could you use my ass instead?”

The head guard lashed out with his hand, cracking a sharp spank across her upturned cheek and making Yoruichi yelp in pain. 

“Ask better,” he advised her, hand rubbing the stinging red spot on her rump, grinding against the sore spot, and making her breath hitch. The message was clear, he wasn't going to send her down to the Hollows, but he wasn't going to be nice, either. He was in charge, and she had to keep him happy.

“F-fuck my ass, please,” she whimpered, eyes downcast and cheeks red with humiliation. Yet her aching cunt was clenching, dripping and drooling all over itself as she debased herself even further in front of these men. “Take those fat, throbbing cocks of yours and fuck my ass until I can’t even stand anymore.”

“Much better,” he laughed, and in a single motion gave her exactly what she wanted. His cock drove into her well-trained pucker, guard and prisoner alike groaning in pleasure as her ring smoothly opened up around his shaft, hugging it tightly as he pressed into her warm depths. Tight, but no longer resisting, he was able to lazily pump his hips, dragging his heavy shaft back and forth, testing her limits and finding they were almost gone. The weeks and weeks of punishment had broken her proud and resisting body, almost daily fuck sessions turning her into a natural set of holes. Tight enough to feel good, lose enough to make fucking her an easy pleasure. 

“Isn’t this so much nicer than getting fucked by Hollows?” he asked, slowly working his hips back and forth, swaying balls gently clapping against her clit and making her gasp and squirm in pleasure. His good hand had wrapped itself in her ponytail, tugging on it as he rode her. It wasn’t gentle, each impact of their hips made her body jerk forward, only for him to yank her back hard against his crotch, but it was far better than any of the Hollows had treated her. 

“You could have had this the whole time,” he continued, leaning forward so he could speak right into her ear. His breath washed against the side of her face as he pumped that overly padded ass. “And wouldn’t it have been so much nicer than what we’ve put you through? These punishments can stop at any time, they really could. You just need to apologize to us, tell us how grateful you are for our dicks, and this could be every day for the rest of your stay here. No more dogs, no more Hollows. You make us feel good, and you make us feel good.”

“I…. I’d like…” Yoruichi mumbled, her voice thick and shaky. She didn’t want to give in, she didn’t want to be a toy for a rotating roster of idiot guards and failed shinigami. She wanted to escape, she wanted to get out of here! 

But… wouldn’t this be a better way to plan her escape? Getting railed by humans, rather than by monsters? Wasn’t it so much nicer to get fucked by actual people instead of snarling, drooling monsters? She’d be able to think a plan through instead of getting it fucked out of her head every few days by some ugly brute that got off on her pain as much as their own pleasure. She could just lay back, take it easy, and have a little bit of fun with all these guards. They may have been assholes, but they did know how to treat a lady…

“I’m sorry I hurt you,” Yoruichi said, the words sounding honest and sincere as they spilled from her parted lips. A few of the men sniggered or shook their heads in amazement at how much she’d changed since she’d first strutted into the prison. Only Yushiro looked disgusted, his mouth hanging open in shock and horror as he listened to his sister, not taunting their captors, but cozying up to them. After all they’d done to her, and to him, she was apologizing to them! It made his heart twist and ache, and fury pounded behind his eyes as his hands clenched in helpless anger. 

“Big sister, don’t,” he called, his voice rough and tight. Sounding nearly on the edge of tears. Yoruichi had always been his idol, his hero and mentor. He’d wanted to be like her, grow into as accomplished and proud of a shinigami as she was. To see her like this, to hear her apologizing to a group of thugs who couldn’t be trusted with anything more than guarding a prison? It broke something in him. But his pain didn’t even seem to register with his sister, she just shook her head and ignored him. 

“I didn’t know how big of a mistake I was making. I should have been making you all happy, rather than trying to fight back. I was so silly, and I’m sorry for all the trouble I caused,” she told the guards as her brother listened in dismayed disgust, his heart breaking. 

There was laughter and whistles, the leader of the guards giving her an affection swat on the ass with his good arm that made her squeak and shiver as he continued to work her ass over, pumping that dark, tight rump with enough force to make her gasp and squeal.

“Don’t worry, we accept your apology,” he told her graciously, his voice mocking as he drove himself home. “A-and… as a show of good faith…”

He grunted, hauling back on her hair so hard that he lifted her from the ground, bending her spine in a bow, her tits bouncing and her arms dangling as she moaned along with him, the sound of her pleasure mingling with his. His hips gave a few short, rough thrusts, making her pushed-out tits sway temptingly, milk dripping and leaking from her nipples to splash onto the floor, joining the puddle of their combined arousal. His teeth ground together, grit as he dumped the load he’d been saving for the past month into her tight little ass, washing her guts with enough spunk to make her stomach gurgled and swell slightly. Warm heat that made the newly apologetic slut gasp, one shaking hand reaching up to squish against her bloat tummy, feeling the splash and splatter of each hard launched rope. He’d been saving for this since the moment she broke his arm, building up a proper load to celebrate the day he finally broke the bitch. 

“You belong to us,” he growled into her ear. “If we’re not happy, you’re not happy. You’re going to take care of every last man in this prison, and if you don’t we’re going to throw you to the Hollows, you understand?”

“Yes! Yes!” Yoruichi gasped, eyes rolled up in her head, and neither guard nor brother knew if she was agreeing to his terms, or just merely cumming from the rough treatment. Either was good enough for the injured guard, and he let out a satisfied sound before releasing her ponytail, shoving her forward to the floor. 

She slipped from his cock and landed heavily on the stone floor, panting and groaning to herself, a hand shoved between her thighs as she worked her battered, neglected pussy with two fingers. Hissing in pain as her digits danced across the bruises and she gasping as she found the softness of her walls. 

“She’s all yours, boys,” the guard captain said, nodding down at the leaking, cock-broken slut at his feet. “Any time, day or night. Long as your work still gets done and the patrols stay on time, she’s yours to enjoy.”

The assembled guards cheered, chanting their captain’s name as he gave them a laughing bow, like a showman accepting praise for a trick well done. Behind him, Yoshiro just watched through the small port in the cell, shaking his head in uncomprehending disgust as he watched two men pick his sister up and sandwich her between them, driving their cocks into her cunt and her ever-ready ass at the same time, making her cry out and her toes curl. Her arms looped lazily around the neck of the man in front of her, eyes sparkling as she cooed happily up at him, legs locked around his waist. She looked like she was in love, the great Yoruichi no longer a free or proud woman, but a sex addict looking for her next fix, and afraid of not getting it. They’d broken her, just like they promised, and he couldn’t even see the woman she’d once been in the pathetic thing they’d made her. 

Yoruichi even looked different now than she had when they’d come into the prison together. His sister had been a warrior when they entered, her body had been strong and lean, built for power and speed and agility. But now she looked so… soft. She wasn’t that much bigger, it wasn’t like she’d piled on the weight or anything, but her strong abs were gone, replaced by a soft, smooth, and feminine tummy. There was an extra inch to her hips, and the definition in her long legs had been replaced by softness. Her ass bounced more, and her tits were bigger and heavier, swaying with every single step she took. 

No longer did Yoruichi look like the kind of famed warrior who could defy the entire Soul Society and win. She didn’t look like a heroic fighter or any sort of noble outlaw. She looked like…. Like a MILF. Like a breeding cow who existed only to suck and fuck as if her life depended on it. The realization made Yushiro feel sick, his stomach twisting as he watched his sister shove her head forward, forcing her lips to meet those of the man using her battered cunt, dragging him into a kiss even as he took what she'd tried to deny Yushiro.

They’d done it, they’d actually broken her. Even if the siblings managed to escape tomorrow, Yushiro could see the damage they’d permanently done to his sister. The way she bent to their will, rather than fighting back. The way she obeyed, rather than risk punishment. She was trying to make them happy, humiliating herself rather than risk a single bit of their displeasure. His sister, the hero he’d always looked up to, was gone… 

Rolling over, Yushiro wrapped a pillow around his head, trying to shut out the horrible sounds coming from behind him. Tomorrow he’d start working on his own escape plan, one that didn’t rely on a cock-addled failure. The woman he’d looked up to had already been lost, the guards could keep what was left. 