The Price of Defiance
A sharp smack! ripped through the VIP hall, silencing every laugh at once. In the sudden hush, only the faint melody of background music drifted through the air. The bartender, who had carefully averted his eyes until that moment, now stared at Rose’s table in open horror. For several heartbeats, no one moved, as if time itself had frozen. Then the slapped man slowly turned his head toward her. The smile had disappeared from his face.
“You fucking bitch!” His face flushed crimson. He raised his hand to strike her, all pretense of playfulness gone.
No matter what, this is going to hurt. Rose watched the incoming palm. To her heightened senses it moved in slow motion, yet she knew the truth: he was a powerful sailor, and though she was taller than most women, she remained physically weaker than any man. The force would be brutal.
She had no intention of meekly accepting the blow after striking first.
Whoosh! The man’s heavy hand sliced through the empty space where her face had been. A normal woman would have been knocked unconscious. By the time he realized she had ducked and spotted her diving into his chest, her fist had already slammed into his ribs.
“Kuhuuugh!” The sickening crack of breaking bone accompanied his collapse to the floor.
“Grab her!”
“Kyaaah!” The bunny girls screamed and scattered while the men surged forward to seize Rose.
“Block the door so she can’t escape!”
“A bunny slut daring to hit a VIP?”
Yet none of them rushed her recklessly. A large, muscular man had just had his ribs shattered by a single punch from this woman. They had all realized she was no ordinary girl.
“Move aside. Are you really scared of one little bitch?”
A single man shoved through the tense crowd. The moment Rose recognized his face, her expression crumpled with dismay.
“Admiral Leonel!”
Commander of the Nostrum Trading Company’s First Fleet, the most powerful naval force in the region. No matter how superior Rose’s close-combat ability might be, she could not possibly defeat Leonel, his subordinates, and every man surrounding her while completely unarmed.
“The chairman told me he’d brought in an interesting new toy and suggested I come watch. So this is what he meant.” Leonel stroked his chin, licking his lips. “A feisty one that kicks and struggles… that should taste rather delicious.”
In his eyes, Rose was nothing more than a delicacy.
“Take her.”
At his command, his men charged. Rose shattered the jaw of the first to reach her and broke through the encirclement. The skimpy bunny suit, for all its humiliating design, actually granted her surprising freedom of movement; there was little fabric for them to grab. She sprinted straight for the exit, easily knocking aside the poorly positioned guard at the door.
But when she seized the handle and yanked—
Clack. Clack.
The door refused to budge no matter how violently she pulled.
“That door has a special lock,” a voice said directly behind her.
Rose swung her elbow with all her strength, but her wrist was caught mid-air in an iron grip. Leonel.
“You may be stronger than an ordinary woman, but that only works on amateurs.”
He jerked her arm forward, breaking her balance, then drove his fist deep into her stomach. The heavy blow sank into her slender belly. Rose crumpled forward, unable to endure the pain.
“Khuk… ugh…”
She curled around her midsection, knowing she had to run yet unable to even straighten her back. While she gasped on the floor, Leonel’s hand seized the back of her neck and slammed her down.
“Bring rope. It seems she needs to be educated.”
“Aagh! Let go!”
A horrifying premonition flooded Rose. She thrashed wildly. Once these men got her fully restrained, the outcome was obvious. But her strength was no match for Leonel. All she could do was watch the grinning men approach with coils of rope.
“Fuck you! Don’t touch me!”
They laughed at her screams as they began binding her wrists and ankles.
“Ugh!”
The ropes pulled tight, yanking her arms behind her back and forcing her ankles up until they nearly touched her wrists. With multiple men pinning her down by sheer force, Rose could not resist at all. In moments she was reduced to a helpless hogtied state. The ropes bit into her wrists, ankles, and throat, constricting her breathing while another length coiled around her waist like a snake. Her heart hammered violently.
The despair awaiting her was entirely different from what she had suffered at the spa. Rose lifted her eyes and scanned the men staring down at her. They gazed at her like a sumptuous feast. Several already had obvious bulges straining against their pants. She would be ruined, torn apart.
Instinctively her mind flashed back to the climax forced upon her at the spa—that strange, unbearable sensation she never wanted to feel again.
“P-please… don’t,” Rose finally begged, her voice small and weak.
Instead of pity, the men only grew more aroused.
“Don’t be too frightened. We’re gentle men,” Leonel said with a smile, patting her cheek.
“I was wrong. I’ll stay quiet, so please untie me.”
“I’m afraid that’s impossible. If word spread that the Navy Admiral let a bunny girl slap him and walk away, my reputation would be finished. A man’s honor is more important than his life, after all.”
Leonel pointed at the man she had struck. He was in no condition to worry about honor or reputation. Like the other vulgar males around him, his crotch bulged obscenely as he panted with raw lust.
“I won’t tell anyone! I swear I won’t say a word! Ugh…!”
Ignoring her desperate pleas, Leonel lifted her like a piece of baggage. He had a chair placed in the center of the hall, sat down, and positioned Rose across his lap so everyone could see her clearly.
“First, an apology is in order before we continue. Tell everyone here you’re sorry for causing a disturbance.”
Rose had no choice but to obey.
“I’m… sorry for causing a disturbance.”
“And as compensation, say you will offer them your tits.”
“What?”
Even though he could have simply yanked down her chest covering at any moment, Leonel waited for her to speak the words. Every man in the room stared at her mouth. Rose knew that obeying him would only lead to total ruin. But what choice did she have? Could she even refuse?
Smack!
“Ugh!”
When she hesitated, Leonel’s rough palm cracked across her ass. A bright red handprint bloomed instantly on her skin. Tears sprang to her eyes. He gripped her throat threateningly.
“I’ll give you one more chance. It would be wise not to disappoint us, pirate.”
He emphasized the word pirate. It was a symbol of freedom, but here it also meant she could expect no protection from anyone.
“Ah…”
At last Rose’s lips parted slowly.
“…I’m sorry. I will… offer my… breasts… to all of you.”
The moment the words left her mouth, a roar of cheers erupted from the men. Leonel immediately yanked down the front of her bunny suit, exposing her chest as if proudly displaying a treasured prize.
“Ooooh—!”
“You’ve been hiding goods like that all this time?”
The men voiced their admiration at the sight of her bare breasts.
“Don’t turn your head. That’s rude.”
When Rose tried to look away, Leonel seized her chin and forced her to face forward. She squeezed her eyes shut. Directly in front of her, one of the men had already opened his pants. A cock nearly as thick as a woman’s forearm stood rigidly erect, throbbing powerfully. Unlike the lifeless dildo, this was real, hot flesh. Clear precum already dripped from the tip in anticipation of her holes.
“Next, tell them you will also offer your most precious place.”
“Please, not that…”
Leonel began to grope her breasts in silence. His brutal hands kneaded them like water balloons, squeezing with enough force to remind her that he could destroy her at any moment. The threat terrified her more than anything.
“I will… offer my most precious place… as well. So please… forgive me.”
“If that is your wish, I’ll gladly accept.”
With mocking courtesy, Leonel slid aside the thin strip of fabric that barely covered her crotch. The tight, pristine slit she had tried so desperately to protect was now exposed to every man in the hall. He reached down and rubbed a finger between her folds.
“You’re wet. What a perverted bitch. You were looking forward to this, weren’t you?”
“No, that’s not true!”
Smack!
“Hngh!”
He slapped her ass again, then spread her folds wide with his fingers, displaying the untouched pink interior to the entire crowd. Wrapping one arm around her waist, he lifted her while casually unbuckling his own belt with the other hand.
“What are you doing? Stop it. I did everything you asked!”
Rose trembled as she stared at his crotch. He deliberately took his time with the belt. When his cock finally sprang free, it looked like a steel pillar that could pierce the heavens.
“I’ve never met a woman who could take my cock and stay sane. I wonder about you.”
Rose knew he wasn’t exaggerating. Thanks to the game’s modifications, his member had become grotesquely large. No woman should be able to accommodate something like that. Her body was slowly lowered. Her small, delicate slit hovered directly above the monstrous shaft. While she shook her head in a daze, the tip pressed against her entrance. The living heat—something the dildo could never replicate—seared through her groin and into her core.
“No… anything but this…”
She didn’t know whether she was begging Leonel, herself, or the unknown entity that had thrust her into this game. Her slit began to stretch open.
“Ughk! Hngh! Aaaah…!”
The cock slowly pried her apart and sank into her soaking, defenseless hole.
“Watch carefully. It’s thanks to this hole of yours that you’re being forgiven,” Leonel said, pushing her head down so she had to look at the place where they were joined. His shaft had driven all the way to her cervix, claiming her completely. Her entrance was stretched obscenely tight around his girth. The shape of his cock bulged slightly from her lower belly.
“How do you feel right now?”
Despair. Rose knew exactly what answer he wanted. He wanted her to break. He wanted her to act like a terrified, fawning little slut. Her lips parted. After several ragged, pained breaths, her true feelings burst out.
“Go fuck yourself, you trash.”
The hall fell silent. Then—
“Pffft, hahahaha!” Leonel threw his head back in delighted laughter. “That’s more like it. If you’d cried and begged like a pathetic whore, it would have been boring. Now then… let’s see how long you last.”
He lifted her body upward. As his cock withdrew, a trickle of red blood ran down its length.
“What? A virgin? The pirate bitch was a virgin?”
Leonel’s face showed genuine surprise, almost confusion. Rose bit her lower lip hard. In the end, it had been taken from her.
“My, my. I failed to recognize such a precious guest. Excellent.”
Leonel whispered to her, voice thick with the thrill of deflowering her.
“I’ll make sure you never forget tonight for the rest of your life.”
At the same time, her body was slammed downward without mercy.
“Haaaugh!”
A scream tore from her throat as the enormous cock ripped her open. But it was only the beginning. Leonel gripped her waist and began bouncing her like a cheap onahole. Meanwhile another man approached carrying a riding crop. Rose saw it but could neither dodge nor block it.
Crack!
“Hnnngh…!”
The whip struck her ass. In reflexive agony her inner walls clenched tightly around him. That only intensified the sensation of the massive cock ravaging her, feeding the unwanted pleasure growing inside her.
Smack!
Leonel’s open palm slapped her ass again. The pain from whip and hand, combined with the relentless pistoning of his cock that somehow transformed that pain into pleasure—Rose felt her mind beginning to fracture. Yet they refused to let her escape into unconsciousness.
Her upper body was pushed forward. Another cock appeared directly in front of her face. It belonged to the admiral she had slapped earlier.
“You know what happens if even a scratch appears, right?”
He gripped her jaw. With tears streaming down her face, Rose nodded. She had completely lost any will to resist. Her ass burned scarlet and throbbed. A cock thrust wildly inside her pussy. Hands had already claimed her breasts, pinching and rolling her nipples until she screamed. Her body no longer belonged to her.
All she could do now was submit to them and pray for this hell to end quickly.
“Ugh…”
When the cock nudged her lips, she closed her eyes and tried to turn away. A slap landed on her cheek. In the end, she had no choice but to open her mouth.
“Ughk! Mmph!”
The huge shaft speared into her mouth and claimed her throat. Rose was reduced to nothing more than a set of holes, shaken mercilessly from both ends.