Author's Note from the Future: This was an old commission I did for a friend of mine on DA, and probably the most popular story I had posted on my old Tumblr account. I went back and fixed a few minor spelling errors, but otherwise there's not much I'd like to change about this one, save for maybe giving Meninas a bit more focus. It's not often I look back at one of my older fics with pride instead of regret or shame, but I personally think this one stands up pretty well with my more recent work!
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“FUCKING THORNS!” Bambietta Basterbine yelled angrily, blasting yet another tangle of barbed vines into nothingness as she made her way through the dense forest. “Why the hell did Lord Yhwach pick us for this mission? Why not that jackass with the iron skin?”
“I think he said something about us being best suited to get into the temple with this glove thingy he’s so worried about,” Meninas McAllon piped up, casually uprooting a cluster of thorns by knocking over the tree they had grown around.
Bambietta scoffed. “I can’t believe any kind of artifact could pose a threat to us by this point. I mean, we’ve got the Shinigami’s Bankai, that old fart with the ‘fuck you, nuke everything” sword is dead, and Lord Yhwach is on the verge of recovering his full power. They may as well hand the Soul King over to us now!”
“Maybe,” Meninas admitted, “but you know how Lord Yhwach is about planning for everything. We might as well destroy this thing, just to be on the safe side.”
“Fine,” Bambietta grumbled as the two Quincies finally emerged from the forest into a small clearing. Embedded in the ground before them was a large slab of finely polished obsidian, engraved with ancient writing.
“To access the Glove of Reclamation,” Meninas read off the slab, “the seven sacred jewels must be gathered from the seven temples and placed into the slots below in the proper order, based on the clues written in the four Books of Ultimate Knowledge. Only then will the slab move and reveal the passage below.”
There was a brief pause as Bambietta and Meninas contemplated the task before them.
“Yeah, fuck that,” Bambietta snapped, pointing her arm at the slab and charging a particularly powerful explosive blast. “I am not walking all the way back through that forest.”
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Meanwhile…
Inside the underground temple, a slim figure with spiky brown hair and a bony mask over his eyes and forehead was already ascending the steps to the altar where his target laid.
“The Glove of Reclamation,” the man muttered breathlessly, his hand slowly extending to grasp the object he had sought for so long. “It took me months of travelling the Human World, collecting the jewels from the hidden temples, finding those books, and trying to make sense of those goddamned riddles, but it’s finally mine!”
Shaking with excitement, the man seized the jeweled gauntlet and slid it onto his right hand.
“Now, I can finally exact my vengeance on the-”
The sound of a priceless obsidian slab exploding into a million pieces interrupted the man’s monologue, and he instinctively ducked behind a pillar to hide. Seconds later, Bambietta and Meninas dropped into the room from a tunnel in the ceiling.
“In hindsight, it probably would have been quicker to just blow the slab,” the man admitted to himself as the two girls made their way toward the altar. “Still, no use in crying over spilled milk. Especially since my next target literally just dropped out of the sky in front of me.”
“Uh, Bambi?” Meninas mumbled after examining the altar. “It doesn’t look like the glove’s here.”
“WHAT?” Bambietta yelled, her eyes widening in fear as she contemplated what her failure-intolerant master would do to them if they returned without the artifact he’d instructed them to retrieve. “I thought this place was supposed to have been untouched for millions of years? Keep looking! It’s got to be here somewhere!”
As Bambietta turned to scavenge through some debris on the other side of the room, the man behind the pillar made his move. In a blur of movement, he rushed from the shadows, grabbed Meninas from behind while covering her mouth with his gloved hand, and retreated back to his hiding place.
A few moments later, there was a loud crash as Bambietta threw an old vase to the ground in frustration.
“Goddamn it, there’s nothing here!” she yelled, turning around. “Any sign of the glove over there, Meninas?”
Her only response was a weak cry from behind one of the pillars.
“Bam… bi… help…”
“Hey, you okay back there?” Bambietta shouted as she dashed over to the source of the voice. To her shock, Meninas had collapsed onto the ground and seemed to be barely conscious.
“What the hell?!” she gasped, rushing to help her teammate up. “Who did this to you?”
“That would be me.”
Before Bambietta could react to the sudden voice behind her, the man had pinned her arms to her side with one hand while holding the other over her mouth. The second the jeweled gauntlet on his hand made contact with her skin, she felt her Reiatsu being drained from her. She tried to break free of his grip, but none of her powers were responding to her, and his arms seemed to be immovable iron bars. It wasn’t long before she joined Meninas on the floor, barely retaining the energy to keep her eyes open, much less stand.
“Well, it seems the Glove of Reclamation works exactly as advertised,” the man said as one of the jewels on the glove began glowing with a faint light, matching the other jewel that had lit up after he attacked Meninas. “To be honest, I didn’t think I’d get to test it so soon!”
“Who… the hell… are you?” Bambietta grunted.
“Oh, you two are still awake?” the man asked, taking a small bottle and a dirty rag from his pocket. “I’m impressed. Most Quincies would be out for days after having their powers stolen like that.”
The man poured the contents of the bottle onto the rag and pressed it over Bambietta’s mouth and nose. Her vision swam as the overwhelming scent of the sedative filled her nostrils, stealing what little was left of her energy.
“Man, I can’t tell you how many times carrying a bottle of chloroform around has saved my life,” the man said, removing the cloth from Bambietta’s face and pressing it against Meninas’s. “Granted, I can’t really tell you anything, seeing as how you’re unconscious, but the point still stands.”
With the two girls knocked out, the man picked them up and piled one onto each of his shoulders, then flew up and out of the cavern. Between the chloroform and the effects of the Glove of Reclamation, he would have ample time to take them to one of his hidden safehouses and prepare them for what was to come.
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“Ugh…” Bambietta groaned as she woke up in a featureless white room, her head aching and her Reiatsu blocked. “Where am I? What the hell happened?”
It was then she realized she was currently suspended from the ceiling with strong ropes, leaving her dangling face-down in a spreadeagle position. In addition, her uniform had been stripped from her body, allowing her breasts to swing about freely.
“AHH! WHAT THE HELL!?”
A muffled whine from in front of her caused Bambietta to lift her head, giving her a good view of her pink-haired partner’s nude body. Meninas’s arms had been chained behind her back and hoisted into the air by the wrists, forcing her to bend over and spread her legs to remain standing. A pink rubber ball had been crammed into her mouth, with several layers of clear packing tape wrapped around her head to keep her from spitting it out.
“Oh?” came a familiar voice from behind Bambietta, causing Meninas’s expression to change to one of fear. “It seems the other Quincy slut is finally awake.”
Bambietta heard footsteps circling her, and the man from before appeared next to Meninas.
“What do you think of your friend’s bondage?” the man asked, absently squeezing one of Meninas’s breasts as he spoke. “This particular position is called a strappado. It’s one of my personal favorites, as it exposes almost the whole body to any physical punishment I wish to inflict.”
“HEY!” Bambietta yelled as Meninas tried to squirm out of his grasp. “Stop groping my teammate, and let us go right now, or I’ll blast your dick off!”
“Not likely,” the man said. “Remember that Glove of Reclamation you were looking for? It allows the wearer to steal soul fragments that have been implanted in someone. Yhwach’s gift to you is gone, and it took your Quincy powers with it.”
“Wh-what?” Bambietta gasped. Panicking, she tried to charge up an explosive blast, only to find that she couldn’t muster up even the tiniest spark. “There’s no way… That’s not possible…”
“Anyway,” the man said, removing his hand from Meninas’s breast, “I suppose I should probably introduce myself. The name’s Vince, also known as Numero 102 of the Privaron Espada.”
Suddenly, he cupped Bambietta’s face with his hand and lifted it, forcing her to look him in the eyes.
“However, there are two other names you should be much more concerned with than mine: Asguiaro Ebern and Luders Friegen.”
“Who?” Bambietta asked, raising an eyebrow.
In a flash, Vince’s expression changed from indifference to rage, and he slapped Bambietta across the face.
“You don’t even know who they were?” he snarled. “I guess that’s to be expected. To you and your goddamned army, they were just a couple of slaves. You could pressgang them into service and kill them the second they weren’t useful, and no one would ever miss them.”
A sadistic grin formed on his face.
“I guess you never considered they might have had a friend. Especially not one who was out on a scouting mission the day you marched in and took over. Now, I’m going to get justice for them by annihilating the Vandenreich, right down to the last man. And you two are going to help me.”
“What, you think we’re going to turn on Lord Yhwach just because you tied us up?” Bambietta snarked. “Besides, even if we wanted to back your suicidal revenge plot, you took our powers, remember? What do you expect us to do, shake our tits at them and hope at least one’s got a weak heart?”
“Oh, that’s not how you’re going to help me,” Vince said, smirking as he unsheathed his sword. “Climax, Violacion!”
In a burst of Reiatsu, Vince’s clothes exploded off his body, revealing his slim but well-muscled build and his rapidly-hardening penis. His Hollow mask receded into his face, and the blade of his sword transformed into a cluster of countless thin black cloth ribbons.
“One of your late allies had a Schrift that increased his power every time he killed someone, right?” Vince asked. “Well, my Resurreccion has a very similar effect: I get a power boost every time I bring a woman to orgasm. Sadly, with the high male-to-female ratio of the Arrancar, I haven’t been able to get much use out of it. But now, with two helpless sluts at my disposal for as long as I want?”
Noticing Bambietta had frozen up in shock, he decided to wake her up by licking her cheek sensuously.
“Well, it looks like I’m about to become very powerful in a very small amount of time.”
Shuddering, Bambietta tried to headbutt him, but he quickly moved out of her reach, and she only succeeded in swaying ineffectually from the ceiling.
“Don’t you fucking dare!” Bambietta roared. “If you even think of putting your pathetic meat anywhere near me, I swear to God, I will find a way to tear it off!”
“Okay then,” Vince said, shrugging. “If you’re going to be so adamant about it, let’s make a game out of it. If you win, I’ll let you both go and give you back your powers, no questions asked. If you lose, however… You have to personally suck me off in front of your friend here.”
“What?! There’s no way I’ll agree to-”
“Or I could just keep you both here as my helpless sex slaves with no chance of escape. Your choice.”
“...Fine. What kind of ‘game’ do you have in mind?” Bambietta asked, rolling her eyes.
“Nothing complicated, my dear,” Vince said, running his ribbon-sword gently along her back. “All you have to do is make it a week without saying the phrase ‘Please fuck me’.”
“Wait, what?” Bambietta gasped. “That’s all I have to do?”
“In fact,” Vince added, “I think I’ll sweeten the deal! Until you say those words, I’m not even going to touch you or your friend with my cock. How does that sound?”
Bambietta grinned, knowing this contest was as good as hers. “Alright, asshole, I’ll give your little game a shot. But you’d better enjoy this next week, because the second I’m free, I’m shoving those streamers of yours straight up your overconfident ass!”
“It’s not overconfidence if you’re really that good,” Vince retorted. “To be honest, I think this game is still a little too easy for me! Hmmm… I’ve got it!”
Vince stepped out of Bambietta’s view and walked toward a trunk in the corner of the room. As he rummaged through the materials within, Bambietta made eye contact with Meninas, who had been shivering with fear since the midpoint of the prior conversation.
“Don’t worry,” Bambietta whispered to her subordinate. “There’s no way I’m going to submit to this fucker. We just have to last a week, and we’ll be freMMMGLPH!”
The black-haired Quincy’s reassuring words were cut off as a thick wad of cloth was forced into her mouth. Before she could spit it out, several feet of white microfoam tape was wound around her mouth at a speed she could barely follow.
“What, you thought only your partner would be gagged?” Vince taunted. “You see, I figured you’d barely last a day if I let you submit whenever you wanted. So instead, I’m going to take your gag off once a day. If you don’t beg to be fucked then, I gag you again and try again the next day. In other words, all you have to do is turn me down seven times. Oh, and by the way? I’d like to personally thank you and your friend for graciously providing your used panties for me to gag you with.”
Bambietta snarled at him through the cloth and tape, realizing exactly what the strange taste in her mouth was.
“Hey, don’t be so mad!” Vince laughed. “The other option was for me to use your socks, and I don’t even want to imagine how much sweat and dirt is on those after your little expedition. Really, you should be thanking me!”
“Now, let’s get started.”
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DAY 1
WHAP! WHAP! WHAP!
“MMMPPH! MMMPPH! MMMPPH!”
Tears streamed down Meninas’s face as Vince’s transformed sword lashed against her body over and over again. The ribbons may have looked flimsy and delicate, but they stung like thick leather straps. Even worse, their length and movement was completely under Vince’s control, allowing him to flog all of her most delicate parts at once.
“Come on, aren’t you supposed to be some big physical powerhouse?” Vince taunted, laughing as Meninas’s breasts, pussy, thighs, and ass were whipped continuously by the twisting ribbons. “Surely you can handle a little pain!”
As the whipping continued, Vince stepped in closer, grabbed her face, and licked the tears off her cheeks.
“Mmmm… nothing like the tears of a whore learning her place…”
An angry growl from behind Vince got his attention, and he turned around to see how Bambietta was dealing with her own torment, briefly stopping his whipping in the process.
“So, how are things going over here?” he asked mockingly. “Enjoying the sight of your friend being beaten like the bitch she is? Or rather, the sound?”
If looks could kill, the leather blindfold pressed over Bambietta’s eyes would have been turned to ash along with Vince. As if being forced to listen to the gagged screams of her friend wasn’t enough, Vince had tied some rope tightly around the base of her breasts, making them more sensitive, and taped a pair of small vibrators to her nipples. The vibes were kept on the lowest setting for now, just enough to keep the dark-haired girl uncomfortable.
“Well, according to my clock, I’ve been abusing her body for the last 24 hours, and you know what that means!”
In a flash, the tape was ripped from Bambietta’s mouth, and the soaked panties were plucked from between her lips.
“You know what you have to say if you want this torture to stop,” Vince said. “Just three little words, and-”
He was interrupted by a glob of saliva splattering on his chest.
“So, that’s how it’s going to be.” Vince said, putting the gag back into place before Bambietta could follow up the spit with some choice words about his masculinity. “Remember, you brought this on yourself.”
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DAY 2
Bambietta screamed for what must have been the thousandth time that day, not just out of pain, but also out of frustration.
Vince had not taken kindly to her spitting on him, and had shifted his attentions from Meninas to her. Her ears had been stuffed with what felt like cotton wool, and a thick latex hood had been forced onto her head. Bambietta was blinded, deafened, and muted, and with every breath she took tainted by the strong scent of the rubber hood, the only sense she could cling to was touch, which Vince had exploited to no small effect.
If Bambietta had seen what Vince had done to Meninas yesterday, she would have begged for such a mild punishment. The ribbons of Vince’s blade apparently had more functions than just whipping, and groping was one of them. The soft, silky tentacles had been massaging her body for what felt like days, squeezing her breasts, stroking her pussy, rubbing her feet, and pressing every button she had, but never quite letting her cum.
Suddenly, the ribbons stopped, her hood was taken off, and her earplugs and gag were removed.
“So, have you learned your lesson yet, my dear? I bet after all that groping, you’re ready to… explode.” Vince chuckled lightly at his lame joke.
“Go… to… HELL!” Bambietta yelled.
“I’ve been there,” Vince retorted, replacing the gag. “It’s a lovely place to visit, but I prefer to spend my time elsewhere. You, on the other hand, are going to be wishing you were there.”
With that, a pair of earbuds were forced into her ears, the hood was stretched back over her head, and Bambietta was left to wait for her next torment.
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DAY 3
Nothing.
Bambietta had never imagined the complete lack of punishment could be a punishment in itself, but Vince was full of surprises. No whipping, no groping, not even a taunt. She had been left hanging, both figuratively and literally.
And it was driving her insane.
At first, she was actually relieved to have a break from yesterday’s sensory overload. She finally had a chance to cool down without one of those infernal ribbons teasing the outer folds of her pussy, but never quite penetrating.
But over the course of the next several hours, relief turned to boredom. While the torture had stopped, Vince had kept her sensory deprivation intact. With four of her five senses nullified, some small part of her wished the teasing ribbons would return, if only so she could feel something.
From there, boredom turned to paranoia.
“There’s no way he’d do this without a plan,” Bambietta thought, her mind racing. “Is this his goal? To make me so desperate for someone to touch me, I won’t mind if it’s him? No, wait, maybe he’s just biding his time. I’ll relax, let my guard down, and WHAMMO! He’ll start whipping me when I least expect it! Or maybe he’s going to go back on his word and rape me now! Or maybe…”
Finally, a voice came from the earbuds in her ears.
“So, did you enjoy your day off?” Vince said. “I know I did. Anyway, I got sick of taking your gag out every time I wanted an answer. So from now on, I’m going to ask you through these earbuds, and if you nod, I’ll ungag you so you can say the magic words. You’ve survived three days, but believe me, the worst is yet to come. Are you ready to submit?”
Bambietta shook her head.
“Yeah, I had a feeling you’d take a lot more breaking in than this. But before I turn off the earbuds, let me just ask you one question: Seeing as you can’t hear or see at the moment, do you have any idea what I could have done to your pretty pink-haired friend right in front of you?”
Bambietta tensed in horrific realization, and she grunted furiously into her gag, but it was too late. The earbuds had gone silent, and Bambietta was alone in the darkness once more.
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DAY 4
Bambietta missed the nothing.
Sure, it seemed hypocritical to long for a complete lack of sensation just after longing for any sensation whatsoever. However, now that they were officially at the halfway point, Vince had stepped up his game.
The groping ribbons had returned in full force, but this time, they were joined by tickling ribbons. And in her current position, no part of her body was safe from their assault; not her armpits, not her feet, not her sides, not even her belly button. Making matters worse was the heat source Vince had placed under her. She didn’t know if it was fire, hot coals, or even just a bunch of heat lamps. All she knew was that it was making her just as sweaty and uncomfortable as the tickling.
Truth be told, under normal circumstances, she should have died of dehydration a long time ago with the way she was sweating. However, prior to beginning today’s session, Vince had slapped some sort of epidermal patch in the middle of her back.
“It’s a device of my own design,” he’d explained over the earbuds. “It extracts water vapor from the air and transfers it directly into your body when you need it. Granted, it still has a few flaws. The transfer is slow enough that you’ll still feel thirsty, and something about the transfer process changes the chemical makeup of your sweat so it makes your skin more sensitive. But I’m sure you won’t mind, will you?”
He wasn’t kidding about the enhanced sensitivity, as even the slightest brush of a ribbon felt like Vince had taken a scrubbing brush to her. If it weren’t for the thick hood, Bambietta felt like she would have torn apart her gag by now from the force of her laughter.
The earbuds crackled to life once more, and the ribbons slowed their assault just enough so Bambietta would be coherent enough to listen and answer.
“Well, well, well! Look who’s more than halfway done! You’ve certainly proven your resilience, but let’s not go overboard here. Nobody’s going to think less of you for giving in here, and considering how thirsty you must be by now, sucking me off would probably feel more like a reward than a punishment. So, what do you say?”
Exhausted as she was, it took everything Bambietta had to raise her head and shake it, but she managed.
“Really?” Vince said, laughing. “You still think you can make it through three more days? And to think you called me overconfident! Let’s see if another few hours of tickling helps you get a grip on reality…”
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DAY 5
Nothing, once more.
At least, that was what it seemed like at first. However, after a few hours of complete sensory deprivation, the earbuds turned on.
“Yes, I know I usually don’t ask you until the end of the day, but I thought I’d try something different today,” Vince said. “You see, I’ve got something really nasty planned for today, so I want to give you a chance to avoid it. However, if you still don’t want to submit, I’m not asking you again until tomorrow night. In other words, if you turn me down now, you’ll have to wait two days for another chance to stop the torture. What do you say? Double, or nothing?”
Several seconds passed without Bambietta moving or making any sound. Then, slowly, she shook her head back and forth once more.
“So, that’s how it’s going to be. Well, don’t say I didn’t warn you. Meninas, if you please?”
Bambietta froze. “No, he couldn’t have-”
The sound of lustful panting came through the earbuds, and Bambietta heard Meninas’s voice for the first time in what felt like years.
“P… please!” she begged, her voice cracking. “I don’t care about the Quincies anymore! I don’t want to escape! Just put your cock in me and fuck me already!”
“What, you thought I could only torture one of you at once?” Vince said, laughing maliciously. “From the moment I put those earbuds in, your friend has had a nice big vibrating dildo in each hole, electrifying clamps on her tits, and the ribbons of my sword teasing every inch of her tender flesh. Not only that, but I carefully monitored her to make sure she didn’t have a single orgasm. Really, is it any wonder she broke?”
Bambietta tried to roar in righteous fury, but all that came out of her gag was a pathetic squeak.
“I actually broke her two days ago, by the way. Trouble is, under the terms of our deal, I can’t screw her brains out until you’ve submitted, and I’ve made it clear to her I’m not going to let her come except from my cock. You should have seen her every time I offered to let you submit. She’d look at you with the most adorable little puppy-dog eyes, only to drop to the ground crying as she realized she was in for another day of teasing and orgasm denial. Suffice to say, she doesn’t think very highly of you right now.”
“This is all your fault, Bambi,” Meninas snarled. “All you had to do was accept Master Vince’s mercy, but thanks to your goddamned pride, I have to go two more days without release!”
Suddenly, her voice turned sickly-sweet. “Luckily for me, Master Vince promised that if you refused today, he’d let me do anything I wanted to you. Brace yourself, bitch, because I’ve got four days of sexual frustration to work out on you.”
Before Bambietta could do more than whimper, she found herself screaming as two enormous plastic phalluses were forced into her lower holes. At the same time, the vibrating toys and tape on her breasts were painfully torn away and instantly replaced with cold metal crocodile clamps. The familiar sensation of twisting ribbons wound around her body, and Bambietta realized, to her horror, that Vince had even turned his sword over to her broken friend.
“Welcome to Hell, Bambietta Basterbine.”
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DAY 6
Agony.
If there was one word to describe what Bambietta had been feeling for the past two days, it would be agony.
Everything Vince had done to Meninas, Meninas had done to Bambietta at some point in the last 48 hours. The dildoes in her ass and pussy had worn away at her resistance, sending waves of pleasure through her body, only to shut off the instant she was about to come. Electricity had surged through the clamps again and again, making sure that Bambietta couldn’t cool down for a second from her relentless torment. The ribbons had danced across her sensitive skin, their texture and function seeming to randomly shift from a tickling feather, to a leather whip, to a groping finger, all according to Meninas’s perverted whims.
At one point, she had even cut Bambietta free from all her bonds at once, only to use the tentacle-like ribbons to restrain her in midair, fuck her in all three holes at once (stopping, of course, once she was on the brink of orgasm), and tie her up in the same way as before, rope by rope, while she was helpless to stop it. She’d even saved the blindfold and hood for last, just to make sure Bambietta saw as much of her humiliation as possible.
“You should know by now you’ve lost,” Vince said, his voice echoing through the maddening haze of sexual frustration Bambietta was lost in. “You can’t escape me, I’ve already broken your friend, and we both know, deep down, that if you have to live through one more day of this, your mind will be too broken to walk out the door, even if you win the game. Just give in to me, and we can put this to an end. After six days in Hell, you’ll finally be able to feel good again. What do you say?”
Choking back a sob, Bambietta nodded, and her hood, gag, blindfold, and earbuds were removed, allowing her to see Vince staring down at her while Meninas glared at her from the other side of the room.
“Say it,” Vince said.
“P-p-please...”
“Come on, you know you want to…”
“Please fu… fu…”
“I’m sorry, what was that?” Vince said mockingly, cupping his hand to his ear. “You want me to put a chastity belt on you and then lick all over your body until you’re a slobbering wreck of a whore? Well, if you say so…”
“PLEASE FUCK ME!” Bambietta screamed, her once-indestructible will finally shattering. “I’M GOING TO DIE IF I DON’T GET A DICK IN ME! I’M A WORTHLESS COCKSLEEVE WHO NEEDS TO BE FUCKED ALL THE TIME!”
“That’s the ticket!” Vince said, grinning as Bambietta’s transformation into a cock-hungry bimbo was completed. “Now, I’ve got to give Meninas the orgasm she’s been begging for, but I believe you have to pay off your end of the bet. Looks like I’ll have to show off the other special ability of my Ressurrecion.”
Vince waved his sword, and the ribbons twirled through the air, forming themselves into a human shape. In a puff of smoke, he was joined by an identical duplicate of himself. The clone made its way across the room to Meninas, while the original pressed his erect cock against Bambietta’s lips.
“Suck,” he commanded, his voice leaving no room for debate.
Hungrily, Bambietta took the Arrancar’s length into her mouth, her tongue running along the side as she desperately tried to milk every drop of delicious cum from her master’s dick.
Meanwhile, the clone had Meninas pressed against the wall, moaning in pleasure as his dick took her ass for what would be the first of many times.
“Who does this ass belong to?” the clone growled, nibbling Meninas’s earlobe as he fucked her.
“THIS SLUTTY ASS IS YOUR PROPERTY, MASTER VINCE!” Meninas screamed, what was left of her dignity leaking down the inside of her thigh as she finally received the dicking she had been begging for the past several days. “PLEASE PUT YOUR SEED INSIDE ME!”
“That’s right,” the original Vince said as he continued pumping his shaft into Bambietta’s mouth. “Every inch of your bodies are mine to play with, and you’re going to service me however I want for the rest of your life.”
Bambietta would have responded in the affirmative, but the dick in her mouth meant that all she could do to show her agreement was to keep licking, sucking, and doing whatever else she could to please her master.
“OH! OH! FUCK YES! FUCK YES!” Meninas moaned as the clone began rubbing her big pink nipples between his thumbs and forefingers. “KEEP GOING! I’M ALMOST THERE!”
“So am I!” the clone grunted. “It’s like your ass was made to take my cock!”
“I’m almost ready to burst too,” Vince admitted. “I guess it stands to reason that the Explode would be an expert at blowjobs!”
Meanwhile, Bambietta had begun fingering herself, finding the sensation of sucking Vince’s cock to be quite pleasurable for herself as well as for him. The last week of frustration had pushed her to the brink of insanity, and she needed a release now!
“AAAAH! I… I… I’M CUMMING!” Meninas screamed, achieving her own long-awaited orgasm. Vince’s clone joined her in her moment of ecstasy, pumping a thick stream of semen into her waiting ass before disintegrating into scattered ribbons
“Fuck…” Vince gasped as his clone dissolved, transferring the power boost from making Meninas climax to him. “Bambietta… I’m about to… FFFFUUUUCCCKK!”
As Bambietta greedily slurped down the warm, hot liquid that poured into her mouth, her own arousal finally spilled over, and she came with incredible force, only kept from collapsing by her determination to suck up every drop of cum from Vince’s orgasm.
Finally, the three collapsed onto the floor as one, their week of lust and teasing ending in absolute pleasure. As Vince cuddled up to an exhausted Bambietta and used a ribbon from his sword to drag an equally tired Meninas over to him, he could swear he saw his two late friends giving him a thumbs up.
“Say, girls,” Vince began. “I still need more power to take down the Vandenreich, and I know there’s still a few beautiful women left in their ranks. Tell me, how’d you like to join me in breaking them in?”
The barrage of loving kisses from his two new partners was answer enough.
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