The Admiral's Lesson
"This is absolutely exquisite. I've devoured countless bitches over the years, but this one's a masterpiece so perfect I'd be willing to abandon all the rest. How can I possibly repay the president for a gift like this?"
Leonel marveled as he savored the slick heat of Rose's cunt, thrusting deep. Whenever she grew limp, her mind nearly broken and her responses fading, he would slap her ass hard or pinch her clit until she twitched and writhed again.
"Hngh... ugh...!" Rose's pained moans only fueled the men's lust. They fucked her holes with renewed brutality, stretching and claiming her without mercy.
At last, the passage that Leonel's massive cock had been churning into began to spasm violently. A hot gush of fluid sprayed out as she reached a shattering climax. At the same moment, the admiral violating her mouth seized her hair in a brutal grip and began to cum.
"Don't spill a drop. Swallow every bit."
He had plugged her throat so completely with his cock that she had no choice but to take his load directly into her gullet. When he finally pulled free, Rose gasped desperately for air.
"Hah... haa... haa..."
Her mouth was at last released and her body hauled upright once more, yet the thick shaft still impaled her from below. Before she could even register the sticky, revolting sensation of semen coating her tongue and throat, a sharp crack rang out.
The admiral slapped her across the face.
"I told you not to spill any."
"Ah... ugh... I'm sorry..."
He twisted her nipple viciously as punishment. Tears streaming down her face, Rose begged for forgiveness. The dignified Pirate Empress was gone. All that remained was a living onahole, offering her holes to the males surrounding her.
"It's about time I gave you your proper gift. A virgin should know exactly where a man needs to finish, right?"
At Leonel's words, Rose's eyes widened in pure terror. She shook her head frantically. No. It can't happen. Dread coiled around her like a living thing. That was the one thing that absolutely could not be allowed to occur.
But bound and helpless as she was, what could she possibly do? In the end, she had no choice but to resort to her final plea.
"It was all my fault... I'll do anything. Please, just don't cum inside me."
Rose stared down at her own crotch, begging. She didn't want to see the cock sliding in and out of her, yet she could not tear her eyes away. As she watched, the shaft ravaging her grew even more violent. Having once been a man herself, she instinctively understood how little time she had left before tragedy struck.
"Now you finally understand what you've done, don't you?" Leonel's deceptively gentle voice made Rose nod desperately, as if she had found a lifeline. If it would stop him from finishing inside her, she would do anything.
"Today will teach you a lesson you'll never forget. As the man taking the first step of a woman becoming truly female, I have a great responsibility to fulfill."
But Rose quickly realized how badly she had misunderstood.
"You'll never be able to forget this day for the rest of your life."
"Ah...! No! Please, no!"
Rose's scream tore through the air as Leonel's cock erupted, flooding her womb with thick, white seed. The volume was inhuman, pumping into her until it overflowed, spilling out around his shaft. He gripped her head and forced her to watch the obscene sight.
Feeling the insidious heat spreading through her lower belly, Rose stared at her cum-drenched crotch. Her eyes burned with hot tears that began to pour down her cheeks.
"Whew. Time for a short break, then."
Leonel tossed her to the floor like a used toy, as if his work was complete. Only then did Rose truly understand that the gates of hell had just swung wide open.
At the same moment, inside the Nostrum president's office.
Sara stood alone before Mateo. She glared at him with pure murderous intent, yet she did not move a muscle.
"Ah, finally. Now I can breathe easy."
Ignoring her gaze, Mateo finished his paperwork and looked up. He smiled as if he had only just remembered she was there.
"My apologies, Sara. I kept you waiting."
His sticky, lecherous eyes roamed over her as he rose from his chair and approached. Without hesitation, he pressed against her from behind, wrapping his arms around her and beginning to grope her waist and breasts through her clothes.
Sara's face twisted with open disgust, yet she remained perfectly still and let him do as he pleased.
"You still have such a magnificent body, Sara. I've been completely obsessed with you since the first time I saw you years ago. What do you say? Why not abandon that pirate life and join our company as vice president?"
"You mean become your whore? No thank you."
Mateo frowned for a brief moment and squeezed her breast hard, then his sly smile returned.
"Then why did you come? I assumed you had some interest in my offer."
"The only reason I'm here is for Admiral Rose."
"Tsk."
This time, Mateo could not hide his irritation.
"What exactly does that woman mean to you that you'd go this far? What is your relationship? Are you lovers?"
"That's none of your concern."
Even as Mateo's hands wandered across her body, Sara stood rigid as a wooden post, her voice cold and flat. When his irritation peaked and he twisted her nipple through her clothes, she merely furrowed her brow slightly without making a sound.
"Very well. I suppose I don't need to know that much."
The president stepped back as if disappointed by her lack of reaction to his caresses, but his eyes gleamed with even darker lust.
"Strip."
Sara bit her lower lip hard, then slowly began to remove her clothes. When her naked body was finally revealed, it seemed to radiate its own light. It could not match Rose's perfection, but the form she had hidden beneath her uniform was still beyond compare.
"Ah... at last..."
Mateo approached as if in a trance and embraced her. He began to fondle her slowly, stroking her waist, kneading her bare breasts, and finally sliding his hand toward her crotch. Sara's hand stopped him.
"Swear it. You will not touch the admiral."
Mateo smiled cunningly.
"I swear on the god I believe in that I will not lay a hand on her."
"As if someone like you believes in any god."
"For merchants like us, is money not the one true god? Now remove your hand and place both palms on the desk."
Sara walked to the desk as if it meant nothing to her, yet she could not completely hide the shame of baring her body before a man she despised.
"Good. Hands on the desk and spread your legs. First, a punishment for ignoring me earlier."
Sara obeyed. Placing her hands on the desk naturally pushed her ass outward. She hesitated for a moment before spreading her legs, but eventually exposed her most intimate place exactly as he demanded.
Mateo opened a bag he had prepared on the desk and deliberately placed it within her line of sight. It was filled with training tools: whips, dildos, blindfolds, and more. Even the ice-cold Sara could not help swallowing nervously at the sight.
He first took out a leather strap and attached it to the choker around her neck. She looked like a pet on a leash.
"Who is your master?" he asked, gently stroking her ass.
"My master is Admiral Rose."
Thwack!
A thick leather paddle struck her ass. The dull impact echoed, but Sara clenched her teeth and made no sound.
"Your master is me! Remember that! The one holding your leash is me, Mateo Venezio!"
Thwack!
His face flushed with rage, he struck her ass again. Then he slid his hand between her reddened cheeks, pushing a finger into her slit and rubbing.
"Nngh."
Even the woman who had maintained her cold composure let out a sweet gasp when he touched her most vulnerable spot, her clitoris.
"Remember our contract, Sara. If you truly care about your admiral, you must not defy me. Now tell me, who is your master?"
Sara squeezed her eyes shut for a moment. Then, staring straight ahead with clear defiance, she spoke.
"My master is you, Mateo."
Her voice still dripped with rebellion, but Mateo smiled as if it was enough and continued rubbing her slit.
"Good girl. Then here's your reward. Say thank you."
Thwack!
The paddle struck her ass once more. Sara growled her response.
"...Thank you, Master."
He repeated the process several times, paddling her ass and then rewarding her by rubbing her clit, until Mateo finally smiled with satisfaction.
"You're soaking wet. No matter how coldly you act, a woman is still a woman in the end."
Sara remained silent, but she could not completely deny his words. Even without experience with men, she understood her own body. She knew exactly what was happening to her. Her skin was flushed hot, her nipples stiff, and her pussy wet and ready to accept a man.
He was clearly skilled at handling women, and Sara, with no such experience, had no defense against his techniques.
Finally, Mateo undid his pants. Though he was a merchant, his cock was every bit as impressive as any sailor's. He rubbed the tip along her slit, waiting for her body to open for him.
"I'd love to play with you longer, but my time is more valuable than gold. Still, don't be too disappointed. I've conquered countless women to perfect my skills just for a day like today. You'll be satisfied."
"...I'll tear you apart."
"Who will? You? They all say that at first."
Mateo mocked her as he slowly pushed his cock inside.
"...Ugh..."
A weak moan escaped her as her hole stretched painfully around his girth.
"I won't let you get away with this."
Sara spat curses as if trying to hide how aroused her body had become, but Mateo toyed with her hardened nipples and clit, confirming that she was just another helpless woman.
"Let's see how long you can keep barking. But remember, every action has a price. You know what you need to do now, don't you?"
Mateo pulled his hips back briefly. He grinned at the virgin blood coating his shaft, then slammed back into her as if to punish her. Even as his cock battered her cervix, Sara clenched her teeth and stayed silent. Instead, she showed her loyalty to her admiral.
"...Thank you, Master."
"How admirable. If you're this pleased, I suppose I must give it my all."
Mateo thrust into her hard enough to break her, and Sara endured it, repeatedly growling, "Thank you." It was a strange scene, like a battle of wills, but the balance of their struggle gradually collapsed.
Under the direct assault on her cervix and his expert torment of her clit, the virgin Sara could not hold out. Her eyes gradually closed, her head drooped. Her entire body grew hotter, pathetic moans spilled from her lips, and the words "thank you" disappeared.
Even so, Mateo did not stop. He fucked her as if determined to destroy her completely, and finally began to cum.
Spurt... spurt...
The sensation of her womb being filled made Sara bite her lip.
"Not yet. This is only the beginning, Sara. I've finally gotten my hands on you. I can't let it end so anticlimactically."
Mateo whispered, tugging on her leash.
In the VIP hall of the casino, after a considerable amount of time had passed, Rose was in a truly wretched state. Leonel lounged on a corner sofa, resting. Rose knelt between his legs, obediently servicing his cock with her mouth. Her body was still bound with ropes. Her legs had been freed for mobility, but she no longer even considered escape. She simply performed her duty in silence.
"You've finally become obedient."
Leonel stroked her head as if praising a good pet. Her eyes were covered by a leather blindfold. Her mouth, breasts, and crotch were covered in dried semen. A leash attached to her choker was held firmly in his hand.
"Now you understand your place, pirate?"
Amid her humiliation, Rose nodded.
"Good. Then shall we continue your education? Let's go to my room."
Rose trembled violently. She was so exhausted that even if released right now, she wouldn't be able to run. Yet Leonel remained energetic, his insatiable cock showing no sign of softening.
"Stand."
He rose and yanked the leash, forcing her to her feet. The bunny girl outfit still clung to her body, but her breasts and crotch remained exposed. Thick semen dripped from her holes. She had no choice but to follow where he led. She no longer had the strength or will to resist.
"Admiral Leonel."
A voice of salvation rang out. Rose immediately recognized the soft, calm tone. It was the casino manager, Alex. Leonel, interrupted, made no effort to hide his displeasure.
"What do you want? Get lost."
"The president says that Rose's work here is finished."
Leonel had been about to shove Alex roughly aside, but froze at the mention of the president.
"Tch."
He handed the leash connected to Rose's choker over to Alex.
"This way, please."
Alex spoke without removing her restraints or blindfold.
"T-take this off..."
"I'm afraid I cannot. This is the VIP hall. We cannot allow any discourtesy toward our honored guests."
Rose, who had thought she was finally saved, fell back into despair. But fearing further punishment if she resisted, she forced herself to walk. They arrived at an empty warehouse, where Alex finally removed her blindfold. He then slowly began to untie the ropes binding her body.
Strangely, he tried to touch her as little as possible and even avoided looking at her.
"You..."
Rose started to say something, then closed her mouth. She didn't want to provoke him. After all, he was still a man, and they were alone in a locked room.
Once completely freed from her bonds, Rose covered her breasts and crotch with her arms. Alex stepped back a good distance and pointed to a box at his feet.
"You can't walk around looking like that. There are clothes inside. Change and return to your room."
With that, Alex left the warehouse.