Desecration: Chapter 2, The Good Girl

A/N: For the sweet and wonderful Karijn, whom spoils me. I know I said to a few readers that pony play would be this chapter, but I want to play with the dress a bit more.
Fandom: Bleach.
Pairing: Szayel/Nnoitra.
Warnings: A different kink per chapter, this one includes cross-dressing and cream pies, anal play, blood play, mirror kink, sensory deprivation, bondage. Also, this is an AU where none of the Espada died.
Betaed by: The fabulous vulpes_demonica!
Disclaimers: The characters are not mine, and I do not write for profit.

Nnoitra wasn't really sure what to think. One minute he had been strapped to an examination table in a dress, fantasizing about fucking a female version of himself, and the next minute he was shocked back into reality by the sounds of his precious master's voice.

“ What do you think that you are doing, Pet?”

He almost answered, but he remembered just in time that he had not been permitted to speak. Master could be incredibly cruel with his punishments, and he was not about to arouse his wrath this early in today's session. He wanted to be punished, yes, but not just yet. There was so much that could be done to him before the torment, and he was so excited already.

“Ah, good, I prefer you quiet, especially today. Good girls stay quiet, correct?”

Nnoitra simply nodded obediently. This was one of his favorite games, yet one of his most hated. He loved being dressed up like a girl, make-up on his face, and wearing pretty clothes, but he hated himself for liking it so much. It really angered him that he liked being forced to dress and act like a woman, but the shame of loving it made it even more arousing. He had nearly brought himself to orgasm just because of his appearance alone, with those boots and that dress, the ones that Master had picked out for him. He looked fucking hot, and he knew it.

If he was going to be honest with himself, the real arousal didn't stem from the idea of fucking a female version of himself, but at the idea of being female and used. Damn Master for making him this way! It must be his fault, he would have never liked this with out his influence...

It was good to blame it on Master. It made things easier in his mind. If Master was at fault for his behavior, he could enjoy it more. In his mind, that made him less of a sub, less of a fag, less of a woman...

Once again, his thoughts were interrupted by his master. Szayel's hands were over him, gliding carefully over soft material and smooth skin, examining him meticulously for any sign of flaw or imperfection. It felt amazing, how heated master's hands were on his cooled skin, and how every touch was like electricity after being bound and ignored. The gloves just added to the sensation. It took every bit of control not to writhe and arch up into that wonderful touch. Master was so good at this, and knew just how to make him slowly come undone...

“Ah, don't you look pretty today, Pet? I like that dress on you, it's quite complimentary to your figure.”

Szayel ran his hand up Nnoitra's leg, onto his thigh, and finally, under the barely there skirt. Nnoitra bit his thin lower lip hard as his Master's hand cupped his erection.

“ Ah, you've slipped out of your underwear! How shameful! I thought you were a good girl...What do you have to say for yourself? Speak, Pet.”

Oh, of course now Master wished him to speak, now that he was drunk with need and utterly disoriented. He wondered if simply a nod or groan would suffice?

“ Speak, Pet, or there will be punishment.”

Nnoitra sighed, and tried to think of what Master would actually want him to say. What he wanted to say to Szayel was something along the lines of 'Fuck off, you're the reason my dick is hangin' out of my panties', but that would never do... Master would beat him for that, or worse, cage him again. He really didn't want to have to deal with that, it had been utterly traumatizing. No, he'd have to be careful with his words. In these games, it wasn't really about honesty when it came to his responses...

It was about saying what would arouse Master.

“Pet is sorry the she is such a whore. She wants you badly.”

Szayel smirked, and stroked Nnoitra firmly, bringing him closer to release.

“Does she now? Will she be a good girl and let her Master use her?”

Nnoitra nodded, and tried to spread his legs, despite being bound. He had spoken the truth, he really did want it, and it killed him that Master was taking so damned long. He wondered, for a moment, if Master would even use him today, or if he would simply tease and torment. He really just wanted to be fucked, but it would be so nice to be pierced or branded, to be claimed in some way. He shook involuntarily, and relaxed, as he felt master releasing his legs from the stirrups, and pulling them back. Another set of straps came into play, and Nnoitra found himself positioned quite oddly, his legs pinned down on either side of his head, and his ass in the air. He felt so deliciously vulnerable in this position, and if he looked in the mirror, he could see just how exposed he really was.

“Ah, Pet, see how pretty you are?”

In the odd light, the mirror reflected Master hands as he used a scalpel to cut off the lacy panties carelessly, nicking the side of Nnoitra's hip in the process. It was a tiny, insignificant wound, but it stung brilliantly, and the red blood flowed, contrasting against Nnoitra's pale skin.

“ Oh Pet! How can you be so lovely?”

Szayel pressed the scalpel back against the wound, opening it more, letting more of the beautiful blood flow, pressing his fingers into the wound, and moaning quietly at how it opened for him. Every part of Nnoitra was his, and yielded to him, without question. It was so exhilarating, such a power trip, knowing that someone else loved and trusted you so much that they would allow you to abuse and humiliate them, and would find pleasure any torment you gave them. It was the hottest thing in the world to Szayel that Nnoitra, his superior, found his pleasure in obeying Szayel's own whims.

Nothing in the world could compare to this...

Szayel ran his bloody fingers across Nnoitra's hips, his cock, his stomach, and over his chest, anywhere he could spread the blood. It reddened Nnoitra's skin, and ruined the dress. He brought his fingers to Nnoitra's face, and to his mouth, droplets falling onto the thin lips.

“Taste your blood, Pet, see how sweet you taste.”

Nnoitra opened his mouth, and wrapped his long tongue around his Master's gloved fingers, tasting the bitterly metallic flavor. He hissed with pleasure, loving the pain, and the sounds that Master made. He loved it every time that master showed pleasure...

If Szayel was aroused, then it was good enough for him.

“Ah, I've made you wait a long time already, haven't I? Your Master has been so selfish lately... When was the last time I let you reach orgasm in a session, Pet? Go ahead, speak. You have permission to answer my inquiries.”

“Almost two weeks, Master.”

“ That is a dreadfully long time. I think that I'll reward you today. Does that sounds nice, Pet?”

Ooh, a reward? It had been so long since he had been treated nicely.

“ Yes, Master!”

“Good. It's set then, Pet get a reward today. What does Pet want? Ask, and it will be done, within reason, mind you. If you're a good girl and answer nicely and shamelessly, I won't make you beg.”

Nnoitra spoke without hesitation, and lewdly stated his desires, arching as best he could, moaning, trying to show how much he wanted his reward.

“I want Master to put his fingers in me, and then fuck me hard with his cock afterwards.”

“Is this a reward for you or for me? No worries, Pet, I will most certainly comply.”

Szayel smirked, pulling off the ruined gloves and dropping them haphazardly. Nnoitra noted that they made a rather satisfying squish as the hit the side table, and he could almost imagine the blood pooling from the saturated fingertips. Nnoitra felt Master move over him, attaching a collar, and then strapping that collar to the table somehow.

“Comfortable?”

Nnoitra tried to nod, but was unable to. His vision was almost entirely limited, he could really only look straight up. He wondered briefly why Master was doing this, but it really didn't matter in the end. He really didn't even have the right to think at this point, all he was supposed to do was feel and obey.

“Pet? Are you ignoring me?”

“ No, Master, Pet is sorry. Pet ain't uncomfortable.”

Szayel was silent, and Nnoitra was afraid that he had lost his chance at reward. He couldn't even say anything to defend his lack of actions, so he had to hope that Master was feeling lenient today. He closed his eyes, and waited. All matters of odd noises followed, none of which made any sense, but this was common. Master liked to confuse him during sessions. He felt the straps adjusted, so Master had better access to him, but after that, there was silence and a lack of motion.

“Is Pet ready?”

“ Yes, Master! I am!”

Nnoitra felt that welcome coolness of Master's lubricated fingers at his entrance, prying gently, relaxing his body. He bit his lip to keep from moaning at the sensations. He really wasn't sure why he was so damned over-sensitive anally, but Master loved it, and used it against him on a consistent basis. Master had gotten him to do shameful, humiliating things, even with others, all because of the promise of being finger-fucked.

“Ah, you're so clean inside, with such a nice color. It's so arousing! Look, Pet, into the mirror; you can see how your opening twitches and pulses around my fingers, greedily trying to draw them in further.”

Nnoitra nearly moaned, loving the combined arousal caused by the movements of the fingers within him, and the humiliation of the comment. He loved it when Master spoke that way, humiliating and degrading with his words. Master was a smart man, with a clever mouth, with which he could bind Nnoitra without ever using the ropes. Nnoitra stared up at the mirror, watching his body clamping and squeezing around the digits, the pink inner flesh of his body attempting to swallow them down. The dress was bunched up around his waist, but one of the straps had torn, exposing a nipple. He looked every bit the harlot, and he loved it.

The fingers just kept moving, pulling and scissoring, spreading him further open. Master had purposely used too much lubricant, and Nnoitra watched it sliding out of him, mingling with the drying blood on his hips and thighs, wetting it again. He was dizzy with lust and so confused, the world spinning in a mix of blood and pain and pleasure, and his Master was the only one who could slow it or make it stop.

And he did so by pulling those talented fingers out, and replacing them with his cock. It filled and stretched, the thickness of it still a shock to his body even after all of the stretching and play. Nnoitra let a tiny moan slip, unable to keep it in. The pleasure was simply too great, and he couldn't hold back. Immediately after moaning, he screwed his eye shut tight, and waited for punishment.

“ I won't punish you during your reward, Pet. Moan if you like, let Master know how much you love to be used by him. And I will allow you to orgasm when you please, just for today.”

Master continued to use him, and Nnoitra took all of what Master would give, his body aching, the pleasure washing over him, the world spinning yet again. The pressure built up, the coiling heat burning and twisting within, as he came closer to orgasm ever second that passed. After a bit longer of enjoying the delicious pleasure that Master kindly gave him, he came hard, with a strangled cry that might have been Szayel's name. He spilled his seed onto his own chest and neck, the odd position allowing it to nearly fall onto his face. He stretched out his tongue, and lapped at his wasted essence, while Master continued to take his time, fucking him ever so slowly. Finally, Master filled him with his seed, and Nnoitra was so hard again, knowing that his ass was good enough for Master to fuck and come in, that he had done well enough to please his Master. This should have been the end, but the straps were adjusted again, and Nnoitra's position changed once again.

“Pet, precious, whore of mine, look in the mirror.”

Nnoitra looked into the mirror again, and watched as Master's seed came out of him, pooling onto his opening. Master moved him, ever so slightly, and it spilled, slowing running down.

He cried out and came again...

Only Master could make him feel this way.

A/N part 2: Sorry for the wait!