Any information would be useful. She stood there, waiting for him to make the first move.
"Such a pretty lady --" He cut off the words mid-sentence, as though enjoying their taste. "With those long long legs and that calm face -- are you the scientist's daughter? Aizen-sama said this was the scientist's laboratory."
She looked down her nose at him. "I am Kurotsuchi Nemu, daughter of Kurotsuchi Mayuri, who is Captain of Twelfth Division. If you surrender now, your life may be spared."
He pouted. "And I'm Luppi . . . but you're very rude, scientist's daughter, Kurotsuchi Nemu. I don't think I like your attitude. I don't think you admire me properly."
"I have seen stranger creatures than you," she answered remotely. "Your function no doubt serves its purpose. My father will dissect you when I have finished with you."
His hands moved loosely, and he gestured, and a ball of flaming energy spat towards her. She had been expecting an attack, and leapt over it smoothly, fluidly pivoting in mid-air to slam a kick into his midsection, then dance back out of his grasp.
He was already dodging, and she only managed a partial impact, but she felt the thud of her foot against his flesh -- and something odd, something strange about the contact -- before they both slipped away from each other.
"I don't think I like you at all." His voice was smooth yet unpleasant, like curdled cream. "You wriggle so --"
She ducked in again, taking the advantage of his distraction with his own words, and swept a low kick before rising to grab him by that loose robe and throw him into the wall. Through the wall would have been preferable, but this was one of her father's special examination rooms, and therefore soundproofed. Her foot connected with his ankle, and he staggered, and she executed a textbook-perfect turn and toss.
"Surrender," she recommended again as he staggered to his feet. "There will be a temporary remission in pain."
His lips parted in a snarl. "I don't think you know anything about pain, scientist's daughter."
"What I know and do not know are not your concern," she answered, and a tiny bit of her thought yes, she would enjoy handing him over to her father, she truly would.
His hand moved to touch the hilt of his small blade. "Strangle, Trepadora!" he hissed, and his body began to change.
How fascinating. An actual physical change analogous, no, corresponding to zanpakutou release. Her father would be delighted. She watched with interest as the small piece of bone on the side of his head grew to encircle it like some parodic crown, and as links of a similar bone wound their way across his chest and twisted into a shell behind his back. Eight tentacles emerged, flexing slowly, to sway gently in the chemical-scented air.
Now would her father expect her to assess the mobility of the tentacles before taking the subject into custody?
Three tentacles lashed out at her with surprising speed, and she was forced to flash step backwards to avoid their whipping ends. Possibly it would be more convenient if she were to lure the subject Luppi out into a larger area, where her speed of movement would compensate for his increased reach. This would not only allow more observation, but --
Another tentacle curled around the corner of her sleeve and tugged at it. She ripped the sleeve free and slipped back again, dodging round a couple of laboratory tables, leaving the piece of fabric in his grasp.
He raised her torn sleeve to his face and sniffed at it. "You smell like a human, scientist's daughter," he murmured, "only not. Are you made too? Are you like us?"
"I am a shinigami --" she began, then had to dive for cover again as his tentacles whipped at her. She struck at one, trying to get a sense of its tensile strength and texture, but the brief contact only allowed her to assess that it was firm and mobile and slick, as though it was lightly oiled.
"Oh well." He was herding her now, driving her across the room. "Aizen-sama says we can kill shinigami."
She looked for an opening. He was preoccupied with making her jump and dodge, not watching his own defense enough.
"And Grimmjow would say that that means tearing you into lots of little bits and putting my arm right through you --"
She struck, diving through the centre of his protective web of tendrils to come up against him and bring her hands in a cross-slash across his neck. She felt the contact, felt his head snap backwards as she struck, but a thick tentacle wound itself around her waist and dragged her back before she could apply the full force of the blow. Another tentacle wound itself round her arms, trapping them above her head.
"Bitch!" he hissed, one hand moving to probe his jaw tenderly and stroke his neck. "Bitch bitch bitch nasty evil bitch! Evil scientist's daughter! So ugly! So vicious!"
She kicked at him, but the tentacles dragged her away from him, dangling her suspended in midair.
"You're the scientist's daughter." His free tentacles flexed and curled around him. "We know what the scientist does. He makes people scream."
As a description of her father, it was not wholly inaccurate, but she was not going to give him the benefit of the statement. Indeed, there was probably little that he could do to her which her father had not already done in the course of his improvements to her body. She worked her wrists against the tentacle's firm grasp of them, trying to assess how much strength it would take to break the thing.
"Ichimaru-sama taught me this." He giggled. It was a nasty sound. "He taught me all about making people scream. Scream and beg and then --"
"You waste your time," she interrupted. "Ichimaru Gin's tastes are of no concern to me."
"Ohhhhh. We'll see." Another tentacle wound its way around her right ankle, then slowly squirmed up her leg, circling it in a squeezing helix, till it slipped under the skirt of her uniform. "Did your scientist father tell you what to wear, scientist's daughter?"
"My father gives me efficient clothing to wear," she said flatly, "so that I can serve him as is appropriate."
"I don't think I like what your father gives you to wear." Another tentacle grasped at the back of her neckline, while a third tugged at her obi. Her clothing ripped and came loose, tumbling to lie in rags on the floor beneath her feet. The only things still on her body were her breast-bandages, under-wrap, and tabi.
It had been a while since she had been this conscious of her body.
"Now that's more like it." He revolved her, turning her around in a circle so that he could inspect her. "You'd look so pretty all in white, scientist's daughter, just like me."
"Irrelevant --" she began to say, but another tentacle slipped into her mouth, forcing its way between her lips. She tried to bite it, but its musculature was too firm, too solid, and it probed at her tongue in a way that mocked a flirtatious kiss.
"White breasts . . ." More tentacles ripped at the bindings on her chest, spilling her breasts out to bounce as she gasped for air. "Pretty breasts." The tentacles groped and squeezed at them, toying with them and winding around them. Another long tentacle slid between her legs, beneath her under-wrap, and probed at her groin, sliding intimately beneath the layers of cloth.
She tried to shriek abuse at him, but the tentacle in her mouth cut off her voice and reduced her complaints to muffled whimpers.
"Do you think that your father the scientist is watching?" He came closer to her, but the mass of tentacles around her kept her unable to strike out at him, held her arms steady and her legs spread wide. "Do you know what your scientist father does now?"
The tentacle between her legs delicately moved until the very tip entered her, twitching and flicking at her.
"He puts his little victims on a laboratory table."
The creature walked across the room with her, carrying her like a doll as she squirmed and wriggled, the last few pieces of her clothing dropping to the floor in a mangled trail. He slapped her down hard on her back, making her choke and gasp for air. The tentacle in her mouth moved as though he was appreciating her ragged breathing and her whimpers.
She could feel his inhuman eyes raking over her naked body as she lay spreadeagled on the table, splayed out lewdly under his tentacles.
"And he makes sure they can't move . . ." His fingers strayed to her breasts, toying with her nipples where they emerged from the thick coils of tentacle. "And Ichimaru-sama says this is the best part . . . How are you feeling, pretty scientist's daughter?"
It was a perfectly normal physiological response. There was no more to it than that. For her body to be stimulated in this way -- it was nothing she could affect, nothing she could change, and in any case perhaps she would be distracting him long enough for her father to be able to take him prisoner, it was even serving her father if she tried to think about it this way, and -- the tentacle slipping up deeper inside her, flexing inside her . . .
"Mmmm, pretty -- so pretty -- your cheeks are all flushed and you're looking so cute and your lips are parted round my tentacle --" He sighed a happy little sigh, and adjusted his clothing. His tentacles dragged her down the table so that she was bent backwards over the end of it, legs spread wide apart.
The tentacle inside her slipped out, and she made an involuntary noise around the other tentacle that filled her mouth.
"Yes, that's right --" He pressed himself against her, his manhood sliding up into her, and she groaned at the sensation. "Pretty scientist's daughter, pretty, pretty -- yes, gasp for Luppi, moan for Luppi, whimper for me, beg for me . . ."
Her whimpers became a muffled shriek as she felt the wet tentacle slide between her buttocks and probe there. She tried to form words, but the tentacle was still sliding in and out of her mouth, just as his manhood was driving up into her, as he took her on her father's own lab table, and she had taken men to her bed before when it was in accordance with her father's wishes, but it had never been like this, not in the one part of the world where she actually had authority and power, not so helpless, with a thing that was half Hollow pinning her down and making her beg for mercy, not -- and it was actually moving into her now, forcing up into her, she was being taken in all three holes, pinioned to the table like a doll and --
-- like a doll, not her fault, just a doll --
-- in and out and moving against her and calling her pretty and --
-- her father would want her to keep him here, she was only doing what her father wanted, she would do whatever her father wanted --
-- spread helpless and wide open and moving deep in her and hot and wet deep inside her and he was a Hollow and she was --
-- and she was screaming round the thing that filled her mouth and stretched tight and naked on her father's lab table and --
-- and she couldn't stop herself and --
He let her fall to the ground, and adjusted his clothing again.
"Aizen-sama said I was to bring back everything on his list and anything else that I thought would be useful." He considered her panting, naked body with darkly covetous eyes. "I'm going to take you back, scientist's daughter, and maybe if you're very lucky I'll keep you for myself and I'll make you scream and beg some more just like Ichimaru-sama showed me . . ."
She tried to speak, tried to form the words of a kidou, but tentacles pinned her arms to her sides and slipped into her mouth again, binding and gagging her.
"Come along now, scientist's daughter." More tentacles began to probe between her legs, parting them once more and sliding deep into her, making her arch her back and try vainly to scream for help. "Oooh . . . I like the way you make that noise."
The light of Negation began to shimmer around them.
"I'll collar you in white," he said, and they were both gone.
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