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Small Island of the Big Trouble	By : Evangelion04 Category: +M to R > One Piece Views: 10163 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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To open the big heavy doors which lead to the paragon's chamber was no easy feat, even for one who had all the keys and knew the mechanism intimately. The levers and keyholes needed to be affected with great strength for the mechanism to even budge, yet to actually be successful at undoing a lock, many things had to be done delicately and simultaneously - like turning the key while holding the lever pulled. No wonder the girl under the cowl was long done undressing by the time one of the men from the table managed to undo the doors.

She stood naked in front of the menacing doorway, seemingly unshaken and calm, while ignoring openly lustful looks people around gave her. It was understandable though. Her body was originally meant to please the eye and if it were allowed to mature, many of the men present here would surely enjoy its sensual form, be it as a motivation and subordination, or as a reward from her Master for some job well done. Now however, all these men would receive from her body would be a few pleasant moments of observing her small naked frame. A shame really, or so she thought.

The man at the door was finally done. He grabbed one of the chains that were now dropped on the floor and signaled his friends at the table that he will be needing help. They quickly joined him and together, they hooked the chain to a large jagged wheel with a handle on its side. The two of them then started pulling the handle while the third man was pushing in some sort of button at the other side. The gate was finally moving. Slowly, the massive doors opened and for a moment it seemed as if the darkness started spilling out the cracked opening, instead of the light penetrating inside and unraveling whatever was sealed inside.

Once the way in was clear, the girl took the dead deer's carcass by its horn and dragged it in the dark cell with her. The animal was easily 4 or 5 times heavier and the girl bore looks of someone not older than 15 years, yet she effortlessly moved the corpse around. It seemed almost as if the dead animal was some sort of imitation, made out of paper or was nothing but a bloated bag of air, shaped as a wild beast. However, the deep imprint of the girl's bare foot in the ground revealed that there was no trick or ruse taking place and that her strength was far beyond what her frail appearance revealed.

The men who were operating the door mechanism took quite a few steps back. Only the one pushing the button approached the girl and handed her a torch, all the while staring at her budding pale breasts. She took the torch in her left hand and held it above her head as she carefully walked towards the darkness. The other side of the heavy gate, the side facing inwards, was covered in strange glowing runes, and as the girl passed them by, she was showered in their subtle light and her smooth pale skin and sickly silvery hair gained a graceful tint of blue. She halted her step there, almost revealing her unnerved spirit. A few steps ahead, beyond the entrance, she saw the dead torches on the wall. She threw a one last nervous look behind her shoulder. In the middle of the room, like a statue, stood Boe with his pet shadow. She couldn't see his expression under his big hat, but she knew his look wasn't one of lust or mockery, like the looks of everyone else present. It wasn't a look of compassion or worry either, she knew, but she appreciated it still.

Entering the room and smelling the bad, stale air, reeking of human waste, she reached out and lit one of the torches to her left. Almost immediately, another half dozen of them lit up, breaking apart the seemingly impenetrable darkness. The girl squinted, letting her eyes adapt to the light, one brighter than the one in the previous room. For a moment, she hoped he wouldn't be there, that Scolly and his rats somehow managed to mess up their guard duty, letting Master's paragon escape. Of course, it was a silly hope and she knew it, light only further removed the idea from her head. For there he was, in the middle of this huge cell as always, in almost the same position she found him the last time. He wasn't moving nor reacting to the light.

The sound of metal chains made her jump in her spot and she nervously looked behind only to see the huge gate was now closing after her. Through one of the hatches a familiar scrawny face was peeking as the door came to a close.

"Go on little Ezra", Scolly wasn't even trying to hide his grin anymore. "We don't have all day, don't just tease him standing there, don't you think its mean to the poor fella?"

Ezra simply turned back, dropped the torch on the floor and looked around nervously. The room was circular and roughly twenty meters in diameter. It was nothing but a natural dent in the cave, only slightly modified to be a prison cell. In the cell around her there were four metallic plates spread across the room equally apart, bolted into the cave walls. They were supporting huge runic chains that flowed into the center of the chamber. There they ended in shackles, keeping the ominous paragon enchained.

The paragon himself was a sight to behold. It was a man, or at least it looked like one, with a musculature of a giant. He was on his knees, sitting back on his heels, his head uncomfortably dropped rearward so that he stared at the ceiling. His skin was gray and ashy, charred with dirt and dry. His frame was huge, almost as big as Boe's but he was very thin and most of his bones were showing through his skin. What muscle he had, seemed quite worn down and insufficient for his bulk. He looked like a victim of hunger, who just now crossed the sands of some horrible, scorching desert. Ezra could notice his mouth were wide opened, and it gave him an appearance of a man who was screaming at the heavens and then just passed away so in his torment. From his chest then came a loud, low resonating sound from before, much like humming. It had an incredibly low frequency and Ezra felt it shake up her entire body. The sound was continuous, and it seemed like it would not stop any time soon. Except for the sound whirring in his lungs there were no other signs of life. Or so Ezra thought at first. Then she saw something else, something she was surprised to not have noticed right away.

This tormented, broken down man or creature, was sporting an enormous erection, a good foot long pointed almost straight up at the ceiling. That was the most lively part of his body, darted with veins and tendons spreading outwards across his groin, thighs and stomach. It seemed almost all of his remaining life force was being pumped into his throbbing penis. Ezra's determination returned. He was doubtlessly still alive, and now that she was sure she knew what had to be done. She clapped her hands, hoping to gain his attention. The humming stopped.

A moment later, Ezra thought to do it again, that he was ignoring her, but then she noticed one of his eyes. She could see only one and it was fixating her with incredible intensity. The paragon raised himself from his sitting position, on his knees still, never averting his gaze from the girl. At first she thought she saw something similar to the lust she saw in the eyes of the men at the table, but she was wrong. What she saw here was far removed from simple lust - it was lunacy and terror. It was not a scornful look, filled with malice or evil intentions, it was a look of desperation, one a man at his limit would have once he saw salvation was in his reach. Ezra saw this look before and even so, she was still somewhat shaken by it. Not necessarily by the look, but by what it meant.

She lowered herself a little, keeping eye contact almost defiantly, and grabbed the deer's horn at its root. She swung the carcass with her invisible strength, lifting it flat off the ground and throwing it at the chained man using but one hand. Her silver hair swayed stoically with the motion and for a moment, she thought she heard a sigh of impression coming from the door behind her. No doubt, Scolly and his men were watching.

Paragon ignored the deer's body at his feet. The only thing in the world he could see right now was the enticing figure of the silver haired young girl before him. Her long smooth legs, beautifully molded, her tiny feet, subtle yet visible hips and waistline, perky white breasts with small pink nipples pointing slightly upwards, her frail collarbone and narrow shoulders, covered with long straight hair and her beautiful face, with its big, blue eyes and lines so perfectly symmetrical that, if he had any reason in his mind and capability of speech, he would have praised her beauty for the rest of his days. But he had no such thing, and instead of praise and awe, he cried. His expression of maddening lust did not change, tears simply flowed down his ashy cheeks, dripping from his pointed chin. He reached out, slowly, with a motion so gentle and unbecoming of his appearance, that it made Ezra shiver with a mixture of pity and fear in her heart. He had a face familiar to her, a face of a young beautiful man, twisted and broken by years of hunger, solitude and sorrow. She was about to call him by his name, but then he reminded her that he was not the person whose name she would beckon. He pounced.

Like a preying beast, his legs sprung with inhuman power, launching him towards little Ezra. The chain stopped his legs in their place and he fell face to the ground. Unhindered, he rose up reaching out again. The chains restricted his arms as well and Ezra was safely out of his reach. Then he desperately howled with such volume and power that the girl was knocked off her feet. It seemed like his shout shook the entire cave.

On the ground, momentarily deaf, Ezra tried to come to her senses and stand up. She saw paragon inspecting his chains and with a visibly angered faced he tugged at the chain. Seeing the futility of his action he decided to repeat it, this time investing greater force. He pulled the chain with such immense force that a big yellow spark sprung up from the place where the chain was connected to the wall plate. The entire chamber visibly shook and grains of dust fell from the ceiling. A voice behind Ezra was shouting something, yet she couldn't make out the words from the buzzing in her head. She turned around and saw Scolly's face, filled with discontent, telling her something through the hatch. He wasn't afraid, just irritated. After all, he had faith in the master and the runic bounds set up in here. On top of which, Boe was fully awake standing merely a few feet away from him. He knew he was safe.

"Quit your dawdling, honey! Why are you making him upset, get it over with!" She caught a glimpse of his lips and read them for the parts she couldn't hear.

He was telling the truth. She hoped maybe that he would take her with a full stomach this time, as he did the time before, but she was out of luck apparently. Collecting herself, she closed her eyes and her lips recited a short, silent mantra of sort. The sensations from her body disappeared, and her limbs dropped about when the feelings in them vanished. She successfully disconnected all of her pain receptors so she wouldn't be suffering anything from the upcoming encounter. With her head now perfectly clear, she stood up. She heard a dripping sound, sort of like small amount of liquid spilling on the ground and she looked down. Her bladder released, having lost all sensation. Ezra then made a few awkward steps due to her not feeling the ground, but that was all it took to get within the prisoner's reach. Her arm stretched out towards him and he greedily took it.

Yanking her of her feet, he picked her up in his arms and brought her to his knees. Her right arm was squeezed against his erection, which was about the same in thickness, yet she felt nothing and merely relaxed her body, as much as she could. It was completely pointless to try and resist or control the situation - she tried that in the past and even with her unnatural strength, resistance meant nothing since he barely registered her efforts to oppose his movement. Now he was holding her in his arms and caressing her hair, all the while tears flowed from his insanity filled eyes. Her hair seemed to have fascinated him, but he quickly moved on to more specific areas. His hand felt her face admiring it once more, moved down across her collar bone getting to her breasts. He fondled them with his one hand, trailing over her chest, squeezing one tit after another. He then spread his fingers so that he could touch them both at the same time. Ezra's light nipples quickly stiffened due to her body being conditioned to respond positively to sexual stimulation, even now when she felt nothing. She however, knew that there will be no pleasure in it for her this time. At peace with her body's fate, she was not afraid. She simply looked on, somewhat curious as to what will happen to her next.

The giants thumb fumbled her right breast some more, testing the newfound rigidness of the nipple. His hand then went further down across her stomach, enveloping above her hips, feeling up her kidneys with a squeeze that would normally be quite uncomfortable. For a brief moment, he picked up her right hand, placing it in his palm feeling it gently with his thumb. It looked so adorably small in his hand, one of the onlookers behind the door thought to himself.

Letting go of her hand, his exploratory fingers moved further south, finally reaching her genitals. Not so gently he pushed his finger between her thighs, rubbing between her legs and enjoying the smooth skin of her vulva and perineum. Feeling the wetness there, he inspected his finger curiously. Ezra was confused for a second - she was sure she wasn't aroused for her fluids to be this active. But then a familiar smell of her urine reached her and she remembered the loss of control over her bladder. Nevertheless, paragon seemed to be impressed enough, and he lifted her above his head spreading her legs with his other arm. Finishing with his familiarisation of her body, he obviously decided that subtlety was to be done away with. He licked one of her legs from ankle up, picking up all the urine on it. Thrilled with the experience, he noticed there was yet a little trickle coming from her neat vaginal slit. He lapped at it quite intensely, pressing his mouth against the source of the fluids, sucking on her groin. Quite certain that there was nothing left inside her bladder after a powerful vacuum the man produced, Ezra only wondered if some of her organs were pulled out along with her liquids. There seemed to be none and the invasive tongue returned to thoroughly clean her other leg. After making sure that he left no spots on her, he sucked at her feet now covered in dust from the cave floor. Her tiny foot was easily fitted in his mouth and after an ankle spraining suck, it emerged perfectly clear, beautiful once again.

He then took her other leg above the knee and positioned it so that her foot was almost touching his dry lips. It seemed he understood how gravity affected his ragdoll and he played with its toy's loose joints and flailing limbs. Oh how interesting this one was for him! In what little mind he had, something resembling memories triggered him to make a crude comparison between this and his previous pleasure trinkets. This one was much smaller and more frail, fitting perfectly in his hands, it was a simply marvelous change. It made him happy and he let out a gurgling chuckle, smiling like a child.

He returned his focus on the delicious looking foot dangling in front of his face. He tongued the bottom of it, cleaning it much as it he did the previous one. He liked it apparently, so he repeated the action. Ezra's entire leg swayed in the air, directed by the lashing of his tongue which now explored the spaces between her little toes and lapped at everything within its reach, up to her delicate skinny ankles. He placed the tip of her foot on his bottom lip and then sucked it in, slowly at first, but then with such strength and intensity that her leg flew inside his mouth like some sort of spaghetti, getting almost half the calf in. Her body jerked from the motion and she almost fell out of his hands.

After his mouth explored her lower limbs to a satisfying amount, he removed the girls leg from his mouth, making distinct wet popping sound while doing so. His penis seemed to have swelled even more somehow and from its tip a copious amount of precum was emerging. He took Ezra by the back of the neck and one of her butt cheeks, and wiped the fluids from the top of his swollen member using her back. His right hand now on her rear, found the butt cheek to be another interesting place for groping. He meshed it between his fingers feeling it's form which was somewhat tighter and smaller than he was used to. Intrigued, he turned the girl around, his hand holding her torso across the stomach, and he let her lags dangle downwards so that she was bent over, facing away from him. Her bottom spread slightly before him, revealing the subtle dot in its center that was her anus. As was the tradition, he gave the crack before him an exploratory lick, stopping at the center to investigate a point in the middle he discovered. Her anal hole opened easily under the great pressure of the wriggling tongue, allowing it to push deep in her cavity, exploring the first few rings of her colon with its tip. Slightly surprised by the taste he encountered, he backed out and held the girl curiously in front of him. The look on her face gave away the fact that she wasn't quite sure what was happening back there, but that she had her doubts. It was a look he could not read and instead, he just quickly glanced across her face and chest, areas of her which apparently soothed him the most. He brought her body back down near his penis and pressed the crack of her bottom along the base of his erection. Her cheeks enveloped it slightly and he used the pressure there to help stimulate his penis. He ran her ass up and down against his penis, jerking her entire body with concussive motions.

Unsatisfied with the amount of friction her compact cheeks could provide, he rolled the girl back on to her back to face his favored side of his toys. Limp and exposed, Ezra faced the monster like a girl in the middle of a crucifixion - with her hands spread out in an inviting hug and her legs slightly apart, bent at their knees. She bore no expression of fear or discomfort, and only her panting gave away the unease she felt. Paragon then planted her on the ground but did not let go. Instead, he took her in onto his shaft so that her breasts hugged him and his tip rubbed against her neck.

This time, the girl realised his intentions and knew how her small breasts were no match for the girth of his erection, so she held her arms against herself, cupping her bosom. Immediately, the jerking motions began and indeed, this time it was much more effective and the man laughed innocently again. He masturbated using the girls body rather than his hand and laughed so heartily that for a moment, Ezra was inspired to further help his pleasure. As much as the violent motions allowed her, she brought her face down closer to the head of his penis and licked at its leaking tip as much as she could. This proved to be more than enough for the aroused giant; not longer than a few licks away into his fun, before the girl could hope to taste his lustful liquids - he erupted.

A massive gush of semen shot past the girl's face, so intense that she could actually hear the whipping sound of it advancing through the air. She looked up at his ecstatic face, leaning her head to the left so as to dodge the powerful streams of sperm shooting from between her cupped breasts. Some of it landed on her shoulders, but most shot way past her.

It was a discharge of epic magnitude, the girl thought. It seemed like the entirety of his remaining energy was shooting out of his penis and Ezra almost expected him to collapse. But she knew he wouldn't. The poor thing was tormented with burning urges, lust so strong that it would surely drive anyone mad if exposed to it.

And she was right. Even when his tempestial ejaculation ended, his erection showed no signs of retirement. With his mouth open, paragon still seemed utterly enchanted by the combination of Ezra's face lapping at his penis and her bulging chest enveloping it. He slowed down the jerking and soon after stopped it completely, not breaking his piercing gaze from the girl's frontal nudity. Now he seemed somewhat confused, as he was stupidly out of ideas concerning what he could do with her to please himself. The girl shared his hesitation - she thought of giving him some oral care, but her mouth could not open wide enough for him to slide his head in. So she motioned as to the best of her abilities, instructing him to bring her up. He did and she imploringly pointed him to her groin, hoping he would take the hint. And surprisingly he did. Partially, at least.

He seemed to have remembered something and with great agility and haste he flipped her back onto her stomach. Her inviting rear opened up in return and the tiny hole came into his view once again. Without hesitation, he aimed his member at it and pressed her entire body against himself. The power he used would have certainly impaled her, wherever he pointed it at, but luckily her anus gave way easier than her skin would have broke. Now, his shaft invaded her from behind, tearing up her anus as it spread under the pressure. His penis was simply too big and too fat for her rear to accept it, but it did so anyway under his persuasive strength. Blood trickled down her legs and his penis, but the girl felt no pain of course. Though once he was completely inside her, she did feel strange pressures in her stomach and her hip bones shifting slightly.

Paragon enjoyed the warmth of the colon surrounding him, as well as the intense pressure of the girl's tearing anal ring at the base of his organ. Slowly he pulled her away from himself, observing the gory trail left by the girl's hole. Not pulling out completely, he put on his toy socket back over his throbbing erection, this time with more ease. He repeated the action a few times, taking huge gratification from Ezra's violated ass, grunting as he would reach the end, savoring the feeling of her colon shifting about to accommodate him. Her cheeks spread unnaturally during the pushes, while her anus distended and latched onto the paragon with every pull, almost pulling itself out of her colon each time. Then the blood lubricated everything quite effectively and combined with large visible tears loosening up her anus, his moves became much quicker. He was soon ramming her at his normal speed, hurting her insides with powerful yanks and pulls, relishing in the warmth of her tissues and blood, violently picking up the pace.

In the middle of his berserking penetrations, he decided to turn her over and once again feast his eyes on her front side. She turned whilst impaled on his penis quite easily, naturally even, much like a roasting pig would. Approaching climax once again, the man's face contorted and his pushes became even more violent. Ezra shook with every move, her hair swung all over her face and she tried to keep her hands close to her body, but often failed. It seemed like everything from her anus in, was being run down by the crude pole hammering her now. It seemed to have annoyed the giant as the initial pressure against his member dropped down significantly and the intensity of the pleasure he received wasn't as high.

Ezra noticed that there was something definitely wrong down there and that she went up and down his shaft far too slickly. There was nothing she could do about it though, so she simply went to collect her limbs from flailing around. She picked up her legs under the knees with each of her arms, locking them in place as much as she could. A few moments passed and the violence suddenly ended. She looked at the prisoner's face and noticed his intrigued look again. He seemed to have found another hole of hers.

Her vagina flashed at him for a while now and it seemed to have triggered another batch of quasi memories, or at least something that told him how to use this slit in front of him. Ezra had no body hair due to her engineering and so his finger crossed over her bald groin, easily finding the pea sized clit now devoid of sensation, teasing it before getting to an opening and sliding inside her. He didn't take long to set his mind as to what to do next.

His blood engorged member emerged into view, leaving Ezra's colon completely. The girl's eyes widened when she saw the bloody mess rising in between her legs, only to disappear a moment later, diving into her vagina.

The gaping wound that was once Ezra's anus, spewed blood and fecal matter under the newly formed pressure in the womb above it. Paragon rammed into her with much greater ease this time. His grisly lube helped greatly and besides, this type of sex her body was familiar with. Still, his girth was barely accommodated, while his length was out of the question. Hitting her cervix not even half way in, paragon stopped for a moment to make sure there was still room in her body. He pressed his fingers into her stomach seriously harming her lower intestines, feeling around for the tip of his penis. When he was certain that there was plenty of room in the torso, slightly upset and with a stubborn expression on his face, he grabbed the girl by the back of her neck and pulled her onto himself with great force. She slid down his shaft immediately with a muffled sound of awful tearing inside her. Recognising the grievous damage to her insides her eyes widened and a moment later, she felt an attack of nausea. She was being impaled, this time literally and was swiftly moving up and down against the savage's pole. Her stomach grossly distended with visible bulges and lumps, and she could hear the slushing sounds her body made under intense stress, as well as something unidentified dropping from her into the fecal blood-puddle that formed on the ground below.

Paragon seemed to have approached his climax again and his masturbation, with Ezra's entire body cavity used as a cock pocket, increased in tempo, ravaging her more and more with every passing moment. The girl felt sick in the stomach and then something started coming up her throat. It was a powerful wave of vomit that splurged out of her mouth and nose onto her chest. That day, her meals were modest so there was not much in terms of volume, but when vomit stopped pouring, blood came instead. It was mixed with little clots and chunks of food, or heaven knows what else, and after spilling out over her chin and neck, coming out of her nostrils, it simply gathered up in her mouth, blocking her breath. She choked, felt something chunky in the blood under her tongue and the urge to puke came again. Nothing came out this time and she simply gurgled instead, drowning on her life essence. With each violent thrust of the giant, her body shook uncontrollably and her limbs flailed about. She tried to spit the blood out and blew her nose, desperately trying to free her breathing organs. Asphyxiating to death was an especially excruciating end, she knew, and even though no pain was involved, it was something that she was very eager to avoid.

Spitting and blowing the blood out of her nose, helped a little, but not enough. She took a small breath and inhaled some fluid with it. Choking and coughing, she managed to somehow free her head and neck from the man's iron grip, and turned her face sideways, finally getting rid of the fluids in her mouth. A few desperate breaths later, she turned to face her ravager who now bore the expression of ecstasy. He was cumming deep inside her, shooting his semen in the space around her organs, his member tightly squeezed in between her guts. She could feel the vibrations in her chest caused by his powerful stream and once again, she heard leakage of her body surrendering to the wounds. His pace slowed and he kept pulling on her limp body for a while after his orgasm, enjoying it for the last time.

He had enough. For now, he was satisfied. His urges would probably kick in but a few minutes later, but he had no capacity to think or plan ahead. However, another powerful urge kicked in, once his greatest need was temporarily satisfied. He was hungry. And the girl knew he was probably incapable of remembering the deer's corpse which laid but a few meters beside them. This was the part she truly feared and disgusted. She knew what was coming.

Paragon let go of her completely for a moment but she was still held up nicely by his diminishing erection. He rested his arms on his thighs for a moment until the girl simply slid off and dropped to the ground.

Not being skewered anymore, Ezra's body felt light and hollow, it was as if someone removed a huge chunk straight out of the center of her. She was feeling bad, still irritated by vomiting and unnatural feelings of her insides. She lost some blood and felt a bit dizzy. Some of her soiled hair was on her face and with much trouble, she convinced her hand to get it out of the way. Her eyes now focused once more on the bestial man at her feet. Oh how she hated the upcoming events.

Grabbing her crudely by the thick silvery mane, paragon sat Ezra into one of his palms. A stupid smile was still present on his face, but he now looked more distant and less interested. He took her right leg by the calf and licked her foot again. He jammed it in his mouth, much like he did the last time - swallowing the leg almost up to the knee. He never pulled it out however.

Sucking on it briefly, feeling its shape for the last time, his jaw muscles tightened and Ezra's leg was cleaved off with incredibly ease. The sound of bone snapping under his teeth and gushing of her arterial blood, made the girl cringe.

Paragon didn't chew the leg before he had a mouth full of blood which sprayed from the disconnected limb. When the flow slowed down, he gave it a good suck and proceeded to chew the calf and foot in his mouth. Horrble sounds of bones crunching echoed throughout the room.

Chewing it enough, his powerful mouth turning the flesh and bone into a fine ground up mess, the man swallowed almost entire mass in one gulp. Deciding he wanted something easier to chew for his next bite, he hoisted the girl above his face, holding her across the stomach. Blood was dripping from between her ruined groin and her missing calf, onto his chin. She didn't know what to expect and thought her other leg to be next, but the giant surprised her. He gave her a good squeeze across her stomach and lower lungs. The entire content of her abdomen simply gushed out through one of her openings, making a horrible guttural sound as it slid out her nether region, straight into his mouth. She looked away as fast as possible and thanked the dizzy feeling she had in her head, hoping she would pass out any moment soon. Images of bags of flour being cut at the bottom, with everything spilling and rushing out, flashed around her dazed mind. She felt like a meat balloon who just got popped open, and was about to crumble on itself, devoid of its content.

Blood and intestines, as well as some organs splashed in and around the man's orifice. Having his mouthful and realising that most of the stuff he squeezed out was still attached to her inside, he simply closed in on her body and snapped his mouth shout, snipping away as much of the hanging mass as he could.

Ezra's hearing and sight were now pretty bad and she honestly did not know how was she still conscious. Her head fell down, forcing her to look upon her broken body, her missing leg, stomach deflated, revealing her pelvic bones, as well as a couple of broken ribs protruding through the skin at her side. Oh how she wanted to pass out. Moments went by and she was grateful that she felt nothing anymore, not even the strange vacuum in her abdomen, nor the odd pressures and vibrations, when she saw paragon's blood painted face close in on her chest, staring her right in the eye before focusing on her breast.

He sucked on it for a moment, toying its tongue with the flesh, and then he bit in. The breast was hardly enough to fill up his mouth for a good bite and it proved hard to detach from her body. He had to pull with his teeth and tear it away, like an eagle pecking at its fresh kill. The taste didn't seem to be quite what he expected either, so he immediately turned to the thing closest to him. Her limp hand was thin and delicate, as was the rest of her and after sucking it into his mouth completely, he tore it out of her shoulder. Blood poured yet again, but with much weaker flow, and if Ezra could, she would have laughed and cried at how awful this experience was. She was now certain that it was simply the feeling of disgust, fear and hysteria that kept her awake. She did not know how much time had passed, but the next thing she saw horrified her and rejoiced her at the same time. It was the end.

Paragon's mouth were once again empty and this time his choice fell on possibly the most beautiful thing on this entire toy. He leaned her upper body close to his mouth and opened his jaw as wide as he could. Her head neatly slid inside and he pushed her all the way in, arranging his molars to the side of Ezra's face. Unconsciously, he caressed her pretty hair sticking out of his mouth. With a horrible crunching sound, his mouth closed, her head cracking inside like a dropped watermelon. Its contents slushed out of the initial crack across her face and was soon neatly spread in paragon's relentless chewing machine. The last thing Ezra experienced there was a distorted vision, a sobering pressure and a sound inside her head so horrifying, that she could not hope to describe it with mere words. And then, darkness.

Paragon struggled a bit to disconnect the skull from the spine, then munched on his toy's head and was sufficiently satisfied with the taste. He scratched his once again erect penis, but he gave it no further attention. That need was of no great importance, yet. Besides, his aroused taste buds were sufficiently distracting for now and his hunger still raged.

He sucked in the hair dangling out of his mouth and swallowed. The hair gave him a bit of trouble and he choked and coughed, but got it through in the end. The blood flow from the headless body stopped almost completely. He proceeded to eat the remaining end of the girl's leg, then tore the other one from the hip. Gulping down the flaccid torso from nether up, he worked his way to the crunchy chest and finally, the arm. He amused himself a bit with the leg he tore out, sucking it, feeling it under his fingers, but in the end, he nibbled it down as well.

Now, without a toy and with his stomach still not full, he sat himself stupidly on the ground. He fumbled around idly until he saw the dead deer. He dragged it in with the intention of stuffing himself some more. At that point, a couple of the hatches at his prison cell door closed, and a few of the onlookers who stuck around for the grotesque show went back to their table to discuss the things they witnessed.

[***]

A few miles away, narrow hallways of the underground palace echoed with quick footsteps and vile curses. A short agile figure was navigating through the sleeping quarters' corridors, dragging a body of a woman by the ankle. The manly figure was covered from head to toe in many layers of strange linen cloth and scarves. Woman seemed unconscious. She was wearing a gray working uniform of an average secretary worker. Her skirt was indecently lifted over her stomach, revealing laced underwear and stockings.

The wrapped man was barging through random doors, seemingly looking for someone. Usually, the rooms were empty or had a single unsuspecting individual taking an afternoon nap. No apologies were issued and the figure simply moved on, all the while spewing incomprehensive and innovative insults, while the woman dragging behind him violently bumped into hallway furniture and lamp posts.

"Where in the blazes are you, you cursed wench", the figure growled. His voice was hoarse and slimy, like he had something writhing about in his throat.

Around the next bend, the hallway expanded and there were several double doors on each side. These rooms seemed to be more luxurious than the previous ones, yet they received the same crude treatment of barging in, boot first. In the third door on the left, the man finally stopped and silenced himself. He had found his objective.

On the floor of the room, in front of the bed, seated on top of half a dozen silky stuffed pillows, was a strange looking woman of utmost beauty. She had magnificent red hair from under which several small white horns sprouted up, crowning her effectively. Her skin was unnaturally white and only her lips and shades around her eyes were as black as the night, standing in perfect contrast to her smooth ghostly tan. She was covered in an unseemly cloak which failed to hide her exotic, luscious curves, seen only in the rare few and between young women, with their bodies in their physical prime and at the peek of their beauty. She bore an uncomfortable cringe on her face, her eyes closed and her clenched white teeth showing through a visage of discomfort on her mouth. Before the man stepped up to spout his insults and threats, ones she doubtlessly heard before he kicked in the door, her frail hands lifted from under the cloak, in an attempt to postpone the conversation and to gain some time to recuperate from whatever that was making her cringe. Her gesture was ignored entirely and the man stepped into the room. He then threw the girl whose ankle he was gripping and she tumbled in front of the woman at the floor, in a rather uncomfortable and unnatural position.

"What the FUCK are you doing you conniving whore? What is the meaning o' this", he pointed at the unconscious female. "You can't be trusted to squirt shit out of yer arse, let alone manage the pod room! Do you have any idea how much time and effort has been invested there? One time I ask you to do this and you bloody piss on it!"

Ezra finally opened her blue eyes and looked up at the fuming man before her. The sound of her head cracking open was still echoing in her mind. No one could ever get used to living out such a horrible death.

"I'm sorry, I...", she stood up slowly and approached the woman on the floor. "I was at the paragon's cell and I had to shut down some of my senses. I was unprepared and..."

"Ye could've at least notified someone to come close the hatches on the pods! Instead, you just passed out at the door and forgot about it."

"I was headed there myself, but my nearest body was in the library", she defended herself. She touched the brunette on the floor and the woman regained consciousness immediately. "I'm sorry, this rarely happens. But I've been under a lot of stress on top of which, I'm bearing." Ezra pointed at her stomach.

"I don't fuckin' care", the man hissed. "When I tell you to do something and you fuck me over, I don't need your apologies. In the future, stay away from me business. Or I'll start cutting down on your multitasking resources." He turned to leave, still furious. "And if you think you can spawn faster than I can work my knife, you're mistaken missy!"

He left the room like a hurricane on fire. Ezra helped her other body stand up. She fixed the dress and the clothing and spun around to make sure she was decent. After inspecting herself, two of the Ezras silently left the room. This wasn't the only body that gave up on her. Another one was passed out on the surface and she had to find it and reestablish self control. If the guards find her they may choose to toy with the body and possibly damage it.

They saw her as a commodity, so what if they break one more? She has plenty of bodies left right? No... Her numbers just went down in the paragon's cell and the Strawhats are getting closer by the day. She had neither time nor bodies to waste.

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N/C, Violence, WS, M/F, Minor, Dom, Contro, Cannibalism, H/C, Oral, Anal
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