Walking into the galley, Lance found Miss Valentine naked and tied up on the chair, unconscious, with drool on her cheek and her blond hair sticking to her face.
She looked pathetic more than anything else, as her wrists were bound, and her ankles spread just enough to keep her exposed.
Medium tits, a perky ass, cute face… yet nothing special nor impressive, nothing that made Lance's cock twitch on sight. Her Devil Fruit wasn't worth bragging about either; the Kilo-Kilo Fruit might as well have been a party trick compared to a lot of other paramecia, or the Ton-Ton fruit.
Still, a cherry was a cherry, and Lance wasn't going to let a hole go to waste just because it wasn't top shelf.
He flicked a lazy hand toward Nami. "Wake her up and get her ready," he ordered, as casually as if he were asking for more ice in a drink. Nami quickly strutted forward, her tits bouncing under the tight bikini top as she crouched beside the unconscious woman, patting her cheek lightly before gripping her jaw and giving her a rough shake.
While Nami worked, Alvida was already dropping to her knees beside Lance, licking along the side of his cock without waiting for permission.
"Let me get you warmed up, Captain," she murmured before taking him into her mouth, sliding down until her lips touched the base, her glossy skin reflecting the lamplight as she bobbed her head slowly with her tongue swirling under the head every time she pulled back.
Lance barely glanced at her, one hand resting on her head while he turned to Vivi, who stood stiff near the doorway, trying to pretend she wasn't staring directly at his cock disappearing into Alvida's throat.
"You alright, Princess?" Lance asked, watching her legs clamp together the moment his voice hit her. To which Vivi swallowed hard with her cheeks burning, "I—I'm just here to watch… I mean, to learn—" her voice cracked when Alvida gagged loudly around his cock, Lance pushing her down just a bit too far.
"Good," Lance said, "Try not to faint. She's your level of weak, so maybe seeing what happens to useless women will motivate you."
Before Vivi could stutter out another embarrassed protest, Nami finally got Miss Valentine awake.
The blond girl jerked violently, eyes widening in panic as she found herself naked and bound. She tried to scream through the gag, yet her voice was muffled, twisting side to side like a trapped animal. Nami pinched her cheek hard, forcing her to look forward.
"Relax," Nami said, voice dripping with false sweetness, "You'll start to feel good really soon."
As if on cue, Miss Valentine's breathing quickened, then slowed, then settled into a confused, dazed pant as Lance's normality began sinking into her thoughts like warm syrup. Her struggling became weaker, her eyes unfocused, her thighs trembling not with fear now, but something much more humiliating.
Nami grinned and pulled the gag out of her mouth, letting it hang from her fingertips. "There we go. Ready to be good?"
Miss Valentine blinked up at them with hazy eyes, her voice barely a whisper, "W-what… what do you want…?"
Lance stepped forward, his cock sliding free from Alvida's throat with a wet pop as he grabbed Miss Valentine's jaw, lifting her face toward him. Her lips parted involuntarily the moment her eyes landed on his cock.
"You," Lance said, "are here for one thing. And you're going to stop pretending you don't know what it is." Her breath hitched, and her thighs squeezed tighter together as if her body was trying to hide the involuntary wetness building between her legs.
Nami slid behind her, pulling Miss Valentine's arms upward just enough to arch her back. "C'mon, blondie," Nami whispered into her ear, her voice teasing, "be a good slut and thank the Captain properly."
Miss Valentine's eyes widened in shame, but her lips quivered, her voice trembling out a broken, "T… thank you… C-captain…" which made Lance chuckle, "Already better than half the women I've met."
Alvida wiped her mouth and climbed up onto the counter behind Lance, her legs spread casually as she leaned back on her hands, her glossy skin glowing under the lamplight. "Captain," she said softly, smirking, "Want me to hold her still?"
"Nah," Lance answered, dropping to a crouch in front of Miss Valentine, gripping her knees and forcing her legs apart, "she'll hold herself still. Won't you?"
The blond girl whimpered, her face burning as her pussy glistened openly in the light, but she nodded, her voice faint, "Y-yes… Captain…". Lance let out a satisfied hum as he rubbed his thumb along her slit, spreading her open slowly, watching her gasp at the faintest touch. "See, Nami? Even the boring ones break fast."
Nami laughed, wrapping her arms around Miss Valentine from behind, pressing her tits against the girl's back as she whispered filth into her ear. Vivi stepped closer without realising it, her breath shallow as she watched.
"You're dripping already," Lance said with amusement, sliding two fingers inside her without warning. Miss Valentine cried out, her hips jolting upward as shame and pleasure mixed together, her walls clenching desperately around his fingers.
"P-please—" she gasped, unable to form anything more. "Please what?" Lance asked, curling his fingers inside her, making her legs shake uncontrollably.
Miss Valentine bucked helplessly, her wrists straining against the ropes. "P-please… use me…"
That was all he needed.
Lance shoved her into the floor, still tied up and ignoring the way she yelped as her bound hands dug into the floor. He gripped her thighs, dragged her closer, and lined his cock up against her pussy.
"Lesson one," Lance said, glancing at Vivi with a smirk before pushing the tip inside Miss Valentine's trembling pussy, "A real pirate doesn't ask permission."
Miss Valentine screamed as he thrust forward, her body arching violently, her tight walls squeezing him like a vice as her cherry burst instantly around his cock. She shook uncontrollably, tears streaming down her cheeks, her voice cracking into desperate, broken moans.
Nami giggled behind her, brushing her lips against the girl's ear, "That's it… let it all out. This is what being a slave feels like~"
Lance slammed into her again, harder, deeper, forcing her body to take every inch whether she could handle it or not.
Miss Valentine's body jerked violently every single time his hips pistoned forward, her bound wrists scraping and squealing uselessly against the wooden floor, her pussy clenched and spasmed around his cock like it was trying to spit him out.
Still, it couldn't, not even close, her tight, inexperienced hole stretched obscenely around the thick, veiny cock forcing its way in and out of her with a brutal, punishing rhythm that didn't give her lungs time to fill or her thoughts time to form.
Every thrust landed heavy and mean, his balls slapping wetly against her ass, making sharp and filthy noises which echoed through the galley while her pussy made obscene, sucking noises, already soaked to the point that her inner thighs were shining, juices dripping down and smearing across the floor beneath her.
Her mouth hung open uselessly, strings of drool spilling down her chin as her voice broke into high, cracked noises that barely resembled words. Every time he bottomed out, her whole body jolted forward, and her nipples stiffened from the overstimulation.
Lance leaned over her, one hand sliding up her spine just to grab a fistful of her blond hair, twisting it tight and yanking her head back so her face was forced up and forward, shoved right into Vivi's line of sight, her eyes glassy and unfocused, tears streaking sideways across her cheeks,
"Look at you," Lance said flat and bored, his hips never slowing down, cock hammering into her like he was trying to break something inside, "Yesterday you had a name and a job, now you're just a hole twitching on my cock."
Miss Valentine choked on a sob, her lips trembling, tongue slipping out uselessly as another hard thrust knocked the breath out of her, her pussy fluttered uncontrollably around him, heat pouring off her body as her brain started short-circuiting, panic bleeding into shame, and that shame drowning in raw, humiliating pleasure.
Nami dropped down beside them, her hands immediately spreading Miss Valentine's ass wide, thumbs digging into her cheeks to pull her open and expose everything, her voice soft and cruel right in the girl's ear, "See how wide he makes you?" she whispered, watching Lance's cock disappear inside her with every thrust, "That's what happens when you stop pretending you're better than this."
Alvida shifted on the counter above them, her glossy legs spreading wider as she watched with her fingers rubbing lazy circles over her own clit, "She's squeezing him like she's scared he'll leave," she teased, "Poor thing doesn't even know she's already his."
Lance grunted and changed his angle just slightly, his cock grinding deep, smashing straight into the spot that made Miss Valentine scream outright, her whole body locking up as if electrocuted, her pussy clamping down so tight it almost hurt, her thighs shaking uncontrollably as heat burned on her womb.
"I—I'm—!" she tried to warn, but the words shattered into a sob as her orgasm tore through her, her body spasming violently, juices flooding out around his cock in a hot gush, running down his balls and splashing onto the floor while she screamed her pride out.
Nami laughed breathlessly, dragging her fingers through the mess pooling beneath them and sucking them clean, moaning softly, "God, she's filthy already."
Lance didn't stop, not even for a heartbeat, he fucked straight through her orgasm, forcing her to feel every aftershock, every twitch and clamp as her pussy tried to recover and failed, her voice breaking into incoherent whimpers, hips betraying her as they rocked back against him on instinct.
"Lesson two," Lance said calmly, glancing sideways at Vivi while Miss Valentine shook beneath him like she was coming apart, "The first time is just to soften them up."
He slammed in again, deeper, harder, his cock bullying past her resistance and smashing into her sensitive, overstimulated walls, making her scream again, louder this time, her body arching so hard her feet barely touched the floor, ropes digging into her skin as she sobbed and babbled nonsense.
Her eyes rolled back, drool dripping freely now as her mind broke down completely, the only thing left was the feeling of being filled, used, fucked open without mercy.
Behind her, Nami's hands were everywhere, squeezing her tits hard, pinching and rolling her nipples until she cried out again, whispering filth about how good she looked getting ruined, how lucky she was to be picked.
Vivi stood frozen, breath shallow and uneven, fingers white-knuckled around the table edge, her thighs pressed tight together, her eyes glued to the way Lance's cock kept dragging in and out of Miss Valentine's wrecked hole, watching the girl come apart piece by piece. asking herself how good that must feel.
Lance felt the pressure build fast, her pussy milking him desperately, clenching and fluttering like it was begging for his cum, and he didn't bother holding back.
He grabbed her hips hard, fingers digging into flesh, and shoved himself as deep as he could go, burying his cock to the hilt before unloading inside her, thick, hot ropes pumping straight into her womb while she whimpered and twitched helplessly beneath him.
He stayed there, pressed deep, forcing her body to take every pump and every drop, her pussy fluttering weakly around him as her legs shook and finally gave out completely,
When he finally pulled free, cum spilt immediately from her stretched, swollen hole, thick and obscene, dripping down her thighs and pooling on the floor while Miss Valentine lay there panting, eyes empty, mouth open, body completely spent and any pride or ego gone.