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You were a senior journalist at World Economy New Paper known for your detailed, comprehensive writing regarding the world government, especially the nobles. Even Morgans — the bird president of the place you worked at— was very amazed at your performance and work’s integrity, so impressed he gave you the chance to become vice-president anytime soon if your works keep on improving.
You had this passion of journalism since you were a teen, worked in many news-related places in your 20s, and finally raised into this stable position by the age of 30, with everyday spent on reading current journals, news, and books, and conducting on-field research all around Grand Line and New World. Obviously, this achievement of yours didn’t come without a sacrifice, which you didn’t give a single care about.
That you sacrificed your sex life and you were still a virgin. Even if your unique beauty attracted lots of people and had them ask you out, even if your appearance really filled the stereotypical quota of sexy office siren and made people instantly drop to their knees by your sharp gazes, even if your smart and critical brain was a turn on for people. As a fully grown woman, obviously you’ve been in the state where your libido is on its peak several times, yet you pushed aside your sexual desire as you deemed it as “unnecessary”. All you were thinking about is how to produce a trustworthy investigation to the public. You worked your ass off for more than ten years for this position, and over your dead body you’ll let things as measly as sex to distract you.
So now, when last week a fellow senior journalist told the whole office a new, shocking investigation regarding the Holy Knights of World Nobles, you declared right at that moment that you’ll conduct further research about this matter. One of the results was regarding the guardian of World Nobles: The God’s Knight and their leader, Figarland Garling, who was said to be related by blood to the most prominent figure in the pirate world.
The figure whose crews you’re currently lurking from behind the trees, busy partying, singing, and drinking, seems completely oblivious to the fact that you’re spying on them. You were smart enough to immediately pinpoint the similarity between the God’s Knight and this crew whose chief allegedly was a part of the noblest amongst the noble of Celestial Dragon: the Red-Hair Pirates.
If Shanks was actually a son of Garling, then the possibility of his whole crew being the God’s Knight is theoretically sky-high. Looking back, this emperor never really made a bold and offensive move unlike the others, and all of their actions truly were noble and not driven by ambitions; like completely stopping the Marineford war two years ago. To this second, it was still a huge question for you as to why Sengoku, the highest order of the marine at that time of war, immediately did as this red-head ordered?
So now you were spying intensely, hiding miles away behind the trees surrounding them, hoping one of the crews would spill any words about the God’s Knight. It was night time, fortunately, so you melt yourself with the dark. Knowing they could detect you anytime, you had chosen a safe place to spy. You held an opened journal for you to write about anything you find, and a binocular for you to see them clearly. You’ve been doing this for hours and all the crew did was drink booze, laugh, and sing, but you didn’t back up and lose your motivation one bit.
You were too focused looking at the joyful pirates through the binoculars when you felt a heavy hand touch your right shoulder, making you instantly turn back and scream.
“Well, missy, if you wanna join, don’t have to sneak in, y’kno? We all love the company of a beautiful lady.” A huge figure towering over you, and you attempt to run as quickly as possible, which obviously failed.
Using only his one large hand, this man grabbed both of your hands and dragged you towards the crew, your any physical effort of struggling was automatically in vain. Your heart beats really loud. When he stopped, you knew you’re already dead. Standing next to the bonfire, you became the center of attention. Every single clank of bottle, laughs, and joyful sings were all stopped thanks to your presence.
“Cap’n.” Your captor said. “Caught this beauty lurk’n at us from the trees.” Your body trembled. Your whole life flashed before your eyes; you truly will die tonight.
The captain — who sat in the middle of the wood log — looked straight into your eyes, holding a bottle of booze, and smirked. If you’re not on the hell’s entrance right now, you’ll admire the truly handsome, chiseled face of this captain.
“Well, if a lady wants to join us, who are we to decline?”
“She is a senior journalist at that sky birdie’s place. And.. uh.. seems to be interested in the topic of the world's nobles. Specialising in… matters of high confidentiality.” A man with long blonde hair and sunglasses holding up your lanyard and reading out your ID card to his crew.
You, on the other side, became a statue when you felt something, an object, rubbing your clothed vagina. The captor forces you to sit down in one of the logs facing the crews. Your grey pencil skirt was lifted up, revealing the cute pink panties of yours, which earned whistles and laughter from the audience, the men .
“An office boss lady, huh? I love that.” A grey-haired man with a cigar dangling on his mouth, whom you recognised as the first mate Benn Beckman, said while eyeing you.
“Aye, don’ we all love an indepn’dent an’ smart lady?” Your captor beside you added with laughter.
You just realised that the thing rubbing your vagina was a pistol , a flintlock pistol. As the realisation sinked in, your expression must be an open book; widen eyes, eyebrows shot up high, and mouth wide open. The man snorted a laugh upon seeing your dumb face.
“That’s right, missy. Gonna put my pride in your pretty pussy.” He said, spreading your legs wider, started pulling your panties down so your cunt is now bare and exposed. Whistles filled the space again, this time even louder and you heard some groans, too.
“Oh my.” The captain staring intensely at your pussy, makes the owner cry out, “What a pretty, tight, pink pussy. And already wet, too.” He grinned.
You audibly gasped when the pistol head started entering you, started to panic and wiggled your body. You shake your head vigorously, tears streamed down your beautiful face.
“Stand still, missy, or it ain’t my fault if a bullet accidentally shot through your cunt.” Your captor’s words made you instantly freeze, which made him smirked. He inserted the pistol with thrusting motion, trying to get deeper.
“Mm, that’s a tight one, Yasopp. Is this the lady’s first time, huh?” Beckman asked, and your high-pitched scream instantly answered his question. Your breath panting hard as you feel a sharp, stinging pain on your pussy, as if it was teared off. A cried and chanting plea escaped your lips now the pistol was half buried inside the walls.
The man — Yasopp — pulled out his pistol a little bit, and shot his eyebrows up when he noticed a dark-red liquid surrounding the rim of his pistol. The crews were dropped silent as they immediately realised that you were a virgin, and they ripped that out of you in the most unethical way possible. Even you didn’t miss a glimpse of guilt in Yasopp’s eyes.
“Alright,” Shanks rose up from his seat, “I think we should sto-“
“You might wanna see this, captain.” A man with tied-up blonde hair cut the captain’s order, and was holding your journal that contained all of the information about your theories, your deductions, and your past investigations regarding Red-Hair Pirates and God’s Knight. The journal was very private and confidential, no one but you can read what’s inside. Even Morgans and your fellow journalists were left hanging about your speculations on this matter. “It’s… interesting.” The man said with a smirk.
Shanks’ eyes immediately darkened as he snatched your journal right away, and started reading it at lightning speed. Eyes became darker as he read each page. When he finished skim-reading the journal, he looked at you sharp in the eyes, like a predator eyeing his prey. He looked mad as hell; veins popped in his forehead, and you know all of your deductions and theories were right, but does it even matter right now?
“Scratch that. Hongo, clean the blood, give her some drugs and stretch her pussy and ass out. She won’t see the sun anytime soon.”
You became a moaning mess. This Hongo man made you swallow a weird pill a while ago and now you feel two men finger your ass and pussy. They had you in all fours position similar to a dog, and you couldn’t do anything but moaning and crying. The matching grey blazer-skirt set, your white shirt, and your matching pink undergarments were now scattered, leaving you completely naked. Your body felt unbelievably good, as if your then-virgin self couldn’t believe this kind of pleasure really exists.
“Shit, she’s hot.” Hongo groaned, adding another digit to your soaked wet pussy.
“How is it possible that you’re still a virgin until now, huh? You should come to us earlier, baby.” The man stretching your asshole — the same man reading your ID card then — playfully slapped your cheeks, making you gasped. He added another thick string of lube to your ass and continued stretching it. Your front and back holes were now ready and wet.
Beckman suddenly crouched right in front of you and his large palm lifted your chin so the heated desire in your eyes met his. His other hands lightly tap your cheeks.
“Our captain here doesn't like a virgin, boss lady. Not in the front hole, the back one, and neither on this .” Beckman suddenly kissed you. His tongue skillfully roamed your mouth, groaning at the taste of you. You could taste the booze and smoke on his tongue. Your eyes rolled back, never expecting a kiss could be this hot. Moans and groans came from you and Beckman.
“Slow down, Beck.” Hongo laughed. “We wouldn’t want her to pass out before the capt’n could taste her, right?”
Beckmann didn’t slow down though, he was too consumed by the kiss. His hands now grabbed your dangling, huge breasts, squeezed it hard and you began to whimper. Then his calloused fingers pinched and flicked your pink nipples. You moaned in pain and pleasure. Body unconsciously started moving back and forward, demanding for more, until a hand stopped your movement.
“Woah, be patient, girlie. We can’t have you all satisfied while our captain here is still pissed. You still have to apologize to him, you know?” The man handling your ass held your body so you couldn’t move. You squirmed, and when Beck pulled out the kiss and left a trail of saliva, you gasped for air. Suddenly, the three men simultaneously get up and leave the scene, leaving you alone posing like a dog in heat, until a dark cape fills your vision.
The chief, Shanks, easily lifted your body with his only arm, and made you sat on the end of a large wooden table, feet dangling in the air. His palm grasped your chin harshly and tilted it up to face him. You can clearly see the fury in his eyes.
“Yes, woman.” He spit on your face; your eyes widened in disbelief. “We…” spit . “Are..” spit. “The..” spit . “God’s Knights.” He then slapped your cheeks firmly, not hard enough to hurt you but certainly made you shocked. His rough palm swabbed all of his spits on your face, making sure all of your skin is covered in his saliva.
His fingers now sliding to your lips, urging it to open, which you obeyed. He spit again, now directly to your mouth. “And I am..” spit . “The son…” spit . “Of..” spit. “Figarland.” spit. He forcefully closes your mouth, which made you swallow his pooling spit, not wanting to provoke his anger any longer.
He slapped you, firmly. “Now, you know the truth, huh? What a smart lady.” slap . “What are you gonna do now?” slap. Your head started dizzying. The slaps weren’t enough to actually pain you, but they were sure stinging a bit.
“You ruined our party and now my booze tastes bad, baby. But I know how to make it taste good again, maybe even better than before.” And with that, he pushed your body backward so you were completely lying on your back in the middle of the table, circled by fully clothed men.
“My, what a fine an’ delicious dinner we have today.” Yasopp said, two hands pining yours so you couldn’t move.
“Hongo. Limejuice.” A simple call by their captains, and each of them now holding each of your legs tightly, spreading them apart. You are now bare and completely under the mercy of the red-head.
Shanks stepped closer to your throbbing, exposed pussy, and shoved the neck of a booze bottle he held earlier to your wet cunt. You screamed in shock. A sensation of a hard, strange object inserting your cunt and the flow of cool liquid now pooling your inside was insane. Shanks keep pushing the bottle deeper to prevent any spillage.
“Breathe, missy.” Yasopp whispered to your right ear, making you remember you hadn’t breathed since the bottle was pushed down your vagina. You tried to control your breath, but it was still too fast. You squirmed and bit your lips, holding down your moans.
With the liquid reaching half of the bottle, Shanks tilted it up and lifted your bottom a little bit higher so the liquid could go down smoothly.
“Man, she was a virgin minutes ago and the only things inside her were a gun and a fucking booze bottle!” A sound from an unfamiliar man caught your ears, his words pierced deep into your hearts. There was a roller coaster of feeling inside you right now, one of them being extremely sad, humiliated, and worthless, remembering that your virginity was taken in such a bizarre way.
“Focus, baby.” Shanks tapped your thigh lightly. “You’re worth more than your virginity.” What a damned weird man. Minutes ago, he was mad as hell, and now he is reassuring you. Nevertheless, his words managed to calm your emotions.
Your inside felt really funny now, your pussy felt full of unwanted liquid and you clenched it. You uncomfortably squirmed, wondering when the liquid would finally drain down. When the bottle finally ran out of booze, you panted heavily. And when Shanks pulled out the bottle’s neck, your pussy unconsciously clenched the bottle tighter , making the Chief laugh.
“Don’t be greedy, baby. I’ll give you something much better later, so can you let this bottle go now, hm?” The crews’ laughter filled the space upon the Chief’s remark, and you can feel the embarrassment eating you alive. Shanks now pulled the bottle with slightly more power, making it plucked out of your pussy, and you moaned loudly.
“Look, this pussy is throbbing. It’s seducing me.” Shanks laughed, then turned to face his crews. “Our dinner is ready, gentlemen.” His crew cheered, some of them walked closer to the table. You wiggled uncontrollably making the hands holding you tighter to point it hurts . You were absolutely terrified.
“No! Please! I-im sorry… Please don’t do this to me.” You screamed, tears falling down your face. You released a vain struggle against the strong hands pining you.
“This is your own fault, boss lady.” Beckman whispered to your left ear. “Had you stayed out of this matter, none of this would happen. This is the consequence of your own action.” He licked your earlobe, making you whimper.
Your eyes widen when a large hand pressed on your tummy, triggering something to come out of your vagina. You clenched your pussy shut, refusing the liquid to come out although part of you wanted to push it out.
“Tch, stubborn.” Shanks crouched, positioning his face right in front of your cunt, then started pinching your clit hard. You screamed to the pain of the pinching and the pain of holding the liquid. “Why are you preventing me from enjoying my booze, cunt?” He slapped your pussy, licked it, and bit it, causing you to become a confused mess between pain and pleasure.
And then you felt something was coming out of your cunt, and however hard you try to hold it, some liquid started to spill out. Shanks smirked and whistled, flicking your clit, and then it exploded.
The booze your cunt drank earlier squirted on Shanks’s face, and the Chief instantly swallowed it all. His skilled tongue played on your pussy and his mouth sucking the booze along with the folds. His teeth softly touch your inside, adding a sharp sensation. Eyes rolled back, your moans were all now unfiltered and you didn’t care at all, it was so good . You keep on squirting the booze to the captain who ravenously drank it all; he groaned and growled like an animal. When the booze finally all emptied, you squealed when Shanks sucked on your cunt hard, searching for any remnants of the booze.
He pulled his face off your cunt with a loud, satisfied moan. His lower face glistened both from the booze and your pussy’s juice.
“We got ourselves a very fine, highest-quality booze fountain, gentlemen.” The captain cheered, and the crews clapped and laughed. “Now for my dinner…” He pulled out his huge cock, making your eyes widen in horror and desire. Your conscience and integrity still wanted to fight this inhumane treatment, yet your body and your pussy begged otherwise. It was certainly the drug.
You wanted to beg when an equally large cock entered your mouth, forcing a groan out of your mouth.
“Slow down, Yasopp. Why would you think a virgin like her knows how to suck a cock?” Hongo reprimanded him, but the sniper just shovelled it down your throat slowly.
“Then thank me later, wont’cha? Me training this missus gag reflex so ya can enjoy her later.” The cock then started thrusting, making you squeeze your throat and gagging. Spit pooling at your mouth. Then you feel your nipples pinched by strong, brute force while Shanks enters your hole, simultaneously .
“Nghhh.. mmphhhh… no….” Your muffled scream was left unheard by the crews. Yasopp groaned. “Fuck, keep makin’ this missy scream, would’ ya? Her mouth is vibrating, so good.” The man moaned.
Shanks’ cock shoved his cock deeper inside you, start thrusting it with fast motion. God, the flintlock pistol earlier was nothing compared to his huge cock. It was huge you feel your stomach bulging. Your eyes rapidly blinking, struggling to balance the sensation between pain and pleasure.
“Just enjoy it, boss lady.” Beckmann rubbed your tits in a gentle way, yet a second later he slapped them hard and you groaned.
“All that stretching and you’re still tight, baby.” Shanks laughed and playfully pinched your inner thighs. “Damn, my baby is pretty thick. How can an angel like this walk on earth and people still not drop to their knees?” What a freak captain! You swore he has at least two personalities, how the hell did he switched from the ruthless devil to a lady-suave man?! The red-head seemed to read your thought and he smirked, thrusting his cock hard to you reaching a new spot. You moaned loudly with Yasopp’s cock still attached to your mouth.
The man groaned and started pulling your hair to swallow his cock deeper, making you choke. “Ya really born for this, missus. Ya first time an’ already this good.” His eyes started to roll in pleasure and his breath panting, indicating he’s close. He thrusted his cock faster and then moaned as he cumed inside your throat. You had no choice but to swallow the thick substance, constantly gagging due to the weird, unfamiliar taste. Yasopp pulled his wet cock out of your mouth and his large palm suddenly covered your mouth.
“Swallow it all, missy. Thick, yeah? Been a while since I had a good one.” He laughed. With your whole life force, you tried to swallow his cum and eventually drained them all down your stomach. It was dirty, wrong, yet erotic. The distinct taste of cum really messed up your brain, and sent additional heat down your already slutty cunt. It was certainly the drug, yes.
Hard slaps on your thighs made you scream, now that your mouth is free. “Focus on me, baby.” The captain growled. His agile hips and cock keep abusing your g-spot, sending you into heaven. You rolled your eyes, mouth wide open, breath panting heavily. The captain had one arm rubbing your body, from your thighs, your stomach, and breasts. His act made you gain body consciousness; of how you were always insecure of being on the thick side rather than skinny, model-like body. Some people thought you were blessed by having stored fat in your tits and ass, but they naturally made your body appear thicker too, especially in oversized clothes. That was why, you loved wearing tight office clothes as it highlights your curve.
Shanks licked his lips while eyeing your body; the thick body that now glistened in sweat, big breasts that bounced around every time he thrusts his cock, your cute bulging tummy, and that slutty expression of yours. He groaned, bringing his face closer to you.
“Baby, you must be really, really grateful that my crews are here, otherwise you will really see the dirtiest, most deranged, unholy side of me right in this very moment.” He left a trail of kisses and playful bites around your body, then straightened his torso again. You just became a moaning mess at this point, how come this man still not cuming already?
“Play with her breasts, Beck.” A simple order got the first mate standing behind you, his large and long hands reached your tits over your head, and started rubbing them. This felt too good.
His experienced hands massaging them, slowly and full of passion, from the thick, fatty part to the peak of the pleasure, he handled them with care. Having a man fucked your hole and another played with your breasts are another level of sin. Maybe if you weren’t an uptight virgin, this would be your wet dream and fantasy; except it was real now. Beck’s calloused fingers playing on your bud, stimulating them by rubbing and pinching it continuously. Your big breasts perfectly fit with his large hands, which you found oddly sensual.
The captain grinned. “Gotcha. I found her favorite play, Beck. She loves her tits being played. Her pussy clenched the moment you touched them.” He slapped your inner thighs again.
“I-im.. ahh… I’m close…” You said hazily, your body feels like it doesn’t belong to you anymore; rather it belongs to the two men manhandling you and you hated how being in the state of powerlessness against such strong men made you excited. It must be the drug, certainly.
Upon hearing your whimper, Shanks fastened up his already fast speed; the sound of your and his moans clashing with the sticky and wet sound of your skin clapping together filling the cold air tonight. Beck increased the intensity of him toying with your breasts; now with him playfully biting at the buds. Their hard, simultaneous energy made you overstimulated.
“C-coming…” You whimpered, eyes pleading Shanks not to slow down, making the captain grinned.
“Yeah, come now baby, fuck yeah.” He slapped your right thigh, making you yelp in surprise. Shit, it was too much.
“N-no s-stop, don’t s-slap it.” He slapped you faster and harder, of course. Your moans were now the loudest sound in this cold night. You felt something were going to burst down there; it was unbearably good making your hands gripped on Beck’s thick ones to channel your suspense.
And you cum hard, you rolled your eyes and breath panting heavily. Cunt so sensitive yet Shanks didn’t stop. He just sneered at your orgasm. You didn’t have the time to steady your breath when Beck pinched your nipples and pulled it up hard to the point you felt they were about to tear, you screeched at the harsh treatment.
“Where’s your manners, boss lady?” He wiggled the nipples, making the fatty mound below jiggled also. “The captain here hasn't yet to orgasm, and you already like this? How can he ever forgive you?” Him didn’t let go of your pinched nipples, and Shanks didn’t even slow down after you cum. Shit. Shit. Shit. Shit. You couldn’t hold the stimulation anymore. My pussy is too sensitive! I can’t take any more of this!
Tears started falling from your eyes for the nth time this night, you shook your head frantically. “N-no stop, slow down p-please. I can’t take it anymore.” You cried, Becks finally released the nipple then slapped your tits again.
“Her tits fucking jiggled!” An unknown man shouted from the corner and all of the crew laughed. Never in your life had you imagined this would happen to you; being sexually tortured by the strongest pirate crew in the world, serving as the captain and the first mate’s sex doll while being watched by the rest of his crew. Your cry became louder.
Shanks bend down, whispering to your reddening ear. “I will cum now, baby. But not because I finished with you, but because my crews deserve a fine dinner after you destroyed our party earlier.” He licked your ear. “You probably already fainted the moment I decided to finish this game, and it will be a long, long way to go from now. You have no choice now, baby.” And with that, Shanks groaned in your ears as he shot his cum. You felt his warm semen filling your sensitive pussy and you moaned with him, wiggling your toes in pleasure.
Only for a moment, your body was left alone; your breasts red with Beck’s hand marks imprinted on it, and cunt extremely sensitive. You lied on the wooden table, panted heavily, with sweat coating your entire body.
A mewl escaped your lips when Shanks lifted your body, making you stand limply. Had Shanks’ arm not held on your waist firmly, your weak knees would’ve been given up. He then leaned on the table’s corner, placing your back against his broad chest, and penetrated your ass. You couldn’t even let out a cry when Beckmann suddenly stands in front of you, and without any warning, impaling your cum-drenched pussy with his huge cock. These men are much, much taller than you; now your feet dangling in the air, and the pressure from their cocks are more intense because of the gravity.
You couldn’t even react properly, again, when both of your breasts are pulled harshly to the sides; Yasopp by your left, and Hongo by your right. Without any further do, both of them sucked your breast while constantly nibbling your nipples.
Then, it clicked; you were sandwiched by two men, both of your sensitive holes were impaled by their large cocks, while both of your breasts are being abused by another two men. As the realisation sinked in, you start to move your body in panic; legs wiggling and mouth whimpering, when you feel your body explode. It felt overwhelming when Shanks’ and Beck’s cock didn’t move in rhyme, when Yasopp and Hongo brutally eating your breasts in their own hungry pace; and every single second was spent in you drowning in pleasure as they didn’t let your body having even a millisecond worth of pleasureless state.
You brutally moaned, losing control of your own body. Hell, the first mate didn’t even let your mouth slip from their torture, too, as he suddenly kissed your mouth, muffling your moan. God, it is too good, my body is burning.
“My, why are you guys starving here? Our pretty guest right here will think I neglected you guys, not a very good image, huh?” Shanks chuckled, his own body drenched in sweat and breath heavy, enjoying the welcoming warmth of your tight ass down there.
“Mmmm, me are hungry, cap’n. Didn’t eat anything. But Beck right there is greedy.” Yasopp’s talking mouth vibrated in your swollen bud, making you whimper in the kiss.
Shanks laughed loudly, looking at his first mate. “Look at you, Beck. Ya already have her earlier yet still wanting more.” Beck didn’t bother to answer as he was too consumed with the kiss. For some reason, your lips had become a newfound drug for him; it was addicting, your lips was plump and sultry, with saliva as sweet as flowers’ nectar. You let Beck’s more experienced tongue dominate you; exploring your mouth and wrestling with your own.
You felt yourself drown in tremendous pleasure. You were panting hard when Beck pulled out of the kiss and started to fasten his thrust. You shook your head again. “S-slow, slower please, it’s too sensitive r-right now.” You cried.
“What’s too sensitive, baby?” The captain asked, biting your beautiful neck, fastened up his thrust as well.
“M-my… my..”
“Your what, missy? Talk properly.” Yasopp poured gasoline on the fire, he sucked your nipple harder than before. Your whole world felt blurry, really. There was nothing that existed right now except for this otherworldly pleasure.
“My… m-my…” Hongo slapped your breast, making you gasp. “My pussy!” You cried. “P-please slow down, it is too sensitive.” Your teary eyes met Beckmans’s unwavered one, then the man just smirked.
“My bad, captain. I should share with others.”
Beckman’s pace got brutal, now he held your waist to keep you steady, and thrust your poor cunt mercilessly like a hole toy. Shanks kept biting and marking your neck as your head rolled back to his shoulder, exposing more of your skin. Beckmann groaned and you swore the man’s cock got wider and harder than before, now pounding into your pussy as if it was his last night on earth. You wiggled your feet, feeling close again. The man in front of you sensed your hole clenching and he shoved himself balls deep within you, and you moaned uncontrollably, feeling your pussy climaxed again.
“Aw, our guest here is having her second orgasm. What an eager one.” Shanks taunted you.
Beckman, being very turned on by your very erotic climax face, kissed you again and he cum , accompanying Shanks’ semen in your hole. You felt like the earth’s biggest sinner here; everything feels hot, sweaty, and dirty. The gray-haired man pulled his mouth and cock from you, and you whimpered from the loss of thickness, pussy clenched. Your neck was now the sweetest candy for Shanks, as he cannot stop licking and sucking every inch of your skin.
“Mmmh, your big breasts are so delicious, miss.” Hongo said, hands massaging your tits as he leaves bite marks there, just like his captain. “She could be our personal milk cow with this. Whaddya say, capt’n?”
“Good idea, doc. Even I got tired of drinking booze every day, I should get a healthier drink.” You whimpered when you feel your nipples are now bruised, yet Yasopp’s rough tongue didn’t cease to stop.
“S-stop… my nipples… hurts…” Your plea got ignored, as always. You continued to cry, moan, and whimper now that your body was really out of control; your cunt extremely sensitive yet your ass felt a bizarre pleasure, your nipples are burning yet you loved the feelings of your tits being massaged.
Your eyes widened in horror as you saw Limejuice suddenly stood in front of you with a wide grin. You frantically shook your head and wanted to chant another plea when Shanks’ fingers entered your wet mouth and made you suck them.
Oh, it’s gonna be a long, long night.
You screamed when Beckmann pushed the head of his rifle on your wrecked pussy, thrusting it in and out. After the third orgasm with Limejuice and three men’s cum loaded inside of you, with Shanks also added his cum to your virgin ass, you finally not being stuffed by any dicks… for a really, really short while. The poor tits were now free as well; with its sensitive bud being swollen and perky due to cold night air.
When Shanks, Yasopp, and Hongo pulled out from you and went back to the bonfire area, you think they gave you a chance to escape… which was why you gasped when the first mate suddenly have his hands on you and made you sit on the corner of the table while spreading your legs.
“What has gotten to you, Beck?” Another man who stayed, Limejuice, stood beside the first mate, clearly not satisfied of fucking your cunt only once.
The grey-haired man didn’t answer, instead he pulled out his rifle, and shoved it in your slick, wet, and sensitive pussy. Your body trembled as a cold, hard object entered your pussy once again.
“Beck.” Limejuice laughed. “Easy man. Save her for the rest of us!” He patted Beckman’s shoulder.
You moaned again. After being fucked by three cocks in one night, your body has gotten used to the feeling really quick. But this was crazy, even when you try to pretend it was another cock, you can’t . This is an offensive weapon to kill someone, and having this buried deep inside you made you panicked.
“Calm down, boss lady. I ain’t gonna shoot you… unless the trigger is accidentally pulled by your reckless action.” It was an obvious, stupid lie. A gun couldn’t be triggered that easily, but it works for a panicked, stupid woman state of you right now, just like Yasopp’s threat earlier. So now your body froze.
“Honestly, it rocks! Imagine your own workplace publishing a news about you, lady. Titled a woman with big cattle tits shot by a rifle attached to her loose, cum-filled cunt.” Limejuice laughed at his own retort, which made you feel humiliated and scared of the possibility of it happening.
You yelped when Beckmann flicked your nipple. “I ain’t letting Yasopp be the only one who put his gun inside you. I’m gonna have my pride claim your pussy also, boss lady, hope you don’t mind that.” He started shoving deeper and deeper, thrusting in with steady force. You rolled your eyes out, cunt overstimulated yet so hungry it was close to the fourth orgasm when suddenly the rifle was harshly pulled out, making you whine in disappointment.
Beckmann stared at his rifle which made him the man he is today; his wet -- glistening with your pussy juices and cum -- rifle. He then brought it close to your mouth. “Lick it.” He ordered, and you strangely obeyed. Your lips wrapped around the rifle head, and started to work your tongue to lick the cum and juice off of the rifle until it became glossy clean.
You jolted when fingers inserted in your barely-empty pussy, not giving it even ten seconds of rest. Stop, I can’t take it anymore… my body is too sensitive!
“Get back up, lady.” Limejuice grinned. He was just about to push your body backward when Hongo suddenly stepped on his left and Yasopp on his right.
“Oh, come on!” The long-haired blonde groaned, “Can I own her pussy in peace?”
“I haven’t even tasted her cunt, Lime. You already got one and that’s more than enough.” Hongo answered.
“Me neither.” Yasopp added. “An’ no need to make a biggy deal, Lime.” He then whispered to Lime’s ear, and the latter smirked, nodded, and raised his arms in defeat.
“I gave up, ‘kay.” He said playfully and went to the bonfire, joining the crews.
Hongo sat on the corner of the table and placed you to sit on his lap; for your ass to plough directly into his hardened cock, making you whimper. Yasopp, less than two seconds later, buried his cock balls deep inside your pussy. I swore to God, this pirate has a ‘big-cock only’ requirement for joining the crews. You got sandwiched again, this time you were allowed to focus on the anal and vaginal pleasure only with no distraction on others… or so you thought.
Yasopp thrusted you wildly like an animal, while sucking your left tits like one also. Hongo grabbed the right one and started squeezing it hard. You drowned in the sensation of pain and pleasure for the nth times this night. Incomprehensible groans kept coming out of your pretty mouth.
“Mmmm… I love massaging a cow’s tit.” Hongo growled into your ears while making your ass bounce on his cock. “I should probably give you something to make you lactate, miss.” He bit your ears firmly. “Our crews here have a really unhealthy drinking habit, so won’t you help a poor doctor out, hm?”
“Ahh… n-no.. my nipples hurt.. don’t squeeze my breasts again…” Your pathetic begging only made the two men became more savage to torture you; Hongo twirled your nipple and Yasopp pinched it, all while fastening their thrusts. Your body felt like it was going to burst anytime soon due to accumulated pleasure; your eyes rolled back, mouth gaping wide, tongue out limply, few hair strands sticking to your face, and sweat glistening your skin. It was really porn magazine worthy.
“Fuck…” Hongo groaned into your ears. “I’m close, missy. Clench your ass more.” He slapped your exposed thighs and jiggled them. “What a sexy missy.” He licked and sucked your neck. Then you felt a warm liquid spreading through your ass, along with Hongo’s loud moan. His messy and sloppy thrust along with warm, slick sensation in your ass sent you into climax from anal sex. Your moans joined his.
Just when you were about to get your fourth orgasm from vaginal sex, Yasopp pulled out, making you whimper in protest. He then lifted you up from Hongo’s lap, making your ass immediately clench from the loss of cock and squirted some of the semen, then he made you kneel on your knees.
“Ya might get pregnant if ya got another cum in your pussy. So thank me for this, won’cha?” He shoved his cock into your mouth again, and shot his hot cum straight into your throat for the second time tonight. You got no choice and tried to swallow the cum pooling in your mouth. Yasopp groaned from both his orgasm and the welcoming warmth of your mouth.
After he pulled his cock out, and you swallowed all of his cum, he grinned, “Missy might have a talent for eating semen, cap’n.” Your eyes widened, and immediately turned your body following Yasopp’s gaze, only to see Shanks towering over you without you noticing.
“She has many talents, indeed.” The red-head chief said, and your eyes widening more not only because of his unexpected presence, but because you see another two men behind men. And they were no ordinary men, they were huge, double or maybe triple the size of the men you had earlier. NO.NO.NO.NO. I can’t take them!
Shanks sensed your sudden tension and laughed. “No, lady. They are not gonna fuck you tonight, you need lots of training with us before you can take them.” He eyed your hopeless state of a body right now; being naked, sticky, and drenched wet in sweat with red marks all over the skin, cum filled both the cunt and ass, with some of the semen stick on your face also. Shanks gestured to one of the huge men, and a man walked closer to you, making your body moved backward in useless attempt; as he still managed to catch you in just two large steps.
He grabbed both of your hands with only one hand, and lifted you up arms first.
“Lift her higher, Gab.” The captain ordered. You were lifted off the ground until your feet were in the air; your arms felt really uncomfortable from this position, and – although you have been naked since the beginning of the night – this position of having your armpits shown, your breasts and cunt fully on display, really made you feel worthless. They made you feel like an object, whose worth is even lower than an ant. You feel like a slave being auctioned with no sign of escaping, ever.
“Alright, gentlemen.” Shanks grinned, facing his crews. “The night is still young. Shall we have another party?”
Your eyes opened and you groaned. You couldn’t feel anything, you feel numb and terribly exhausted. Last night was hell , not an inch of your body has been unmarked; either it has been covered in cum, love marks, or hand marks. Your pussy and ass felt painful, they were still filled with the cum of these men, with the entrances already dried out and formed a white crust. It happened to your face also; their cum is the only thing you ate last night, it still left a strong aftertaste in your tongue. You shivered when remembering how overstimulated and sensitive your pussy and asshole were, yet they keep fucking you over and over. You couldn’t recount every single thing that happened, because at a certain point, you had shut down your mind and become a lifeless sex doll instead. You couldn’t tell whose cum on your ass and whose on your cunt anymore, you lost count after so many of them fucked you senselessly.
It was near dawn already and they had given you a thick blanket; yet it was still cold. You could only close your eyes for three hours after you finally passed out, and god knows what they did to my unconscious body. You looked at your surroundings, and a tiny light flicked inside you seeing the crews are all sleeping. You gathered all the remaining energy, and tried to move as soundless as possible. With shaking knees, you were finally able to stand up while clutching tightly on the blanket to cover your naked body, and walk painfully slow to the forest; the place where you were spying on them yesterday.
Just when you were about to step on the first row of trees, your body suddenly fell. This power... NO! You refused to give up, and tried to get on your knees again. Yet, when your arms were about to lift your body, you saw him; his feet. Yes, it was his haki earlier; a weak, unserious one, yet still managed to knock your body down. You looked up, and saw the red-head smiling sweetly, too sweet, at you. SHIT! Why was he not sleeping like the others?!
“Why are you in a hurry, lady? How about some breakfast?” You looked into his eyes, and everything became blurry. Tears filled up your vision again.
“Please.” You bowed down to him, beneath his sharp gaze, right in front of his feet. “I can’t take it anymore.” Your cries and sobs were the only sound in that peaceful dawn.
“I will ditch my own career and work right now. I will burn the journal and any other records and books regarding my investigation. I will immediately resign from my position. I will not tell anyone about this. I will go to the tiniest place on earth nobody could even find me there… Just, please, let me go.” You looked at him with teary eyes, hoping to see some mercy on him.
“Y-you can go and find me again if I accidentally s-spilled a word about this, which is something that would never happen. I promise on my whole life and death, I would never tell anyone even a single word about this.” You begged, and even contemplated kissing his feet. Anything to save your life.
The captain burned his gaze into your weak one. His smile faltered. He crouched down, grabbed your chin, and lifted your face. “I suppose so, lady. I believe you won’t blabber a word about this, considering the risk.” His words gave you hope, maybe you can actually be fr-
“Then, I shall present you two options.” Oh, shit. SHIT. “Would you rather be set free, with a bounty worth of an emperor pinned to your head, or being in a group of men who will take care of you?”
Your cry hitched and stopped, overthrown by a shocked response as you understood his implication.
“Y-you can’t…”
“Oh, I can. If I told them to set billions bounty on your head by tomorrow morning, then, lady, by tomorrow morning you will have everyone on earth chasing you; you couldn’t get to breathe, you wouldn’t trust anyone, and…” His grip on your chin tightened. “You will get caught before dusk as you don't have even an ounce of power to protect yourself.” Every single of his words was pronounced clearly. Your body slumped down, feeling the weakest, your mental shattered, as the fate of your life was now becoming clearer than ever.
“W-why…” You cried again with tears heavier than before. “I d-don’t have any power. I won’t ever do anything.”
“I wouldn’t be an emperor if I let even a tiniest, harmless rat to run away, lady. That's just how it works both in pirates and in the noble world. Besides…” His grip softened, and his thumb wiped your tears. His hard gaze now became a soft one, “ It was meant to be a punishment. A lone, single lady like you possess the biggest threat we ever encounter; that’s why it happened. It was supposed to be a painful warning.” He licked your salty tears.
“Even if we set you free unconditionally, you would still become a threat to the world nobles due to your involvement in this matter and, trust me, our punishment was child’s play compared to theirs. Or, even if you still foolishly choose the bounty life, the most secure place for you would be our ship . You would be protected , lady. Don’t you understand?”
He straightened your stiff torso, and turned your body around to face his sleeping crews… well, not sleeping anymore. Your mouth gaped when you saw all of them had awoken, with every single eye on you. Some of them smiled, some of them smirked, and some of them looked at you with apologetic eyes. You started to sob , these men made you feel weird and unexplainable .
“That’s decided, then.” You jolted when you feel a cold thing wrapped around your neck. A click sound made your body freeze as you started to realise; this cold, thick steel thing is a bomb collar, used by the Celestial Dragons to prevent their slave from running. You truly became a slave , now.
“Come with us, and prove that you can truly be one of us, then you’ll be the safest woman on this planet."