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The Gourmet and the Goddess	By : Raggedflagon Category: +M to R > One Piece Views: 15487 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 2
Disclaimer: I do not own One Piece, nor the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

Chapter List
- 1-Prologue
- 2-Sunday
- 3-Monday
- 4-Tuesday
- 5-Wednesday
- 6-Thursday
- 7-Friday
- 8-Saturday
- 3
- 4
- 5
TUESDAY

Sanji awoke to find his muscles in agony after his night on the “X” cross. When Robin finally untied him, he collapsed on the dirty stone floor. “No no,” she told him in a firm, yet sympathetic voice, “sleeping time is over. Now it's time to come make me some breakfast.” When he looked up at her, he saw that she had her hair back in a loose ponytail, and was wearing a striped tank top and a small pair of jean shorts. She smiled down at him. “Can you move?” she inquired sweetly. Sanji used all of his effort to get to his hands and knees, and she fastened the leash on his collar. He had to be half-dragged across the hard stone floors while his muscles screamed with crawling step.

He collapsed again when he made it out into the grass. The soft ground felt so nice as the sun warmed his skin. “Unless you are doing your business, you need to get moving,” she said jeeringly, and proceeded to laugh at him while he made himself ready, humiliating him further.

When they arrived at the ship, he waited for her to remove the leash. “One thing first,” Robin said with mischief in her voice. “Stay still.” She pulled a small object out of her bag, and then a little bottle, before walking behind him so he couldn't see anymore. “There we go, all nice and slimy. Like a slug,” she said, spurring his imagination to think of possibilities. He soon found out, however, as she pressed the slimy object against his anus.

Sanji's brain, foggy from his difficult night, snapped back into action. “N-no!” he hoarsely shouted, trying to turn around. He met her icy stare and shame flooded his chest. He knew his mistake. He somberly turned back around and apologized.

“Nope,” she said coldly. “Beg.”

Tears came to his eyes again as he began to beg for her to forgive him, and to please put the toy in his anus. She wordlessly complied, pressing it against him once again. Sanji blushed deep red as she slowly worked it into his ass, till it finally went in with a “pop.” He felt very full and humiliated. “That is solely for your benefit. You're lucky I even let you use it,” she said as she unhooked his leash.

“My benefit?” he thought to himself, “What is she up to?” The plug was not huge, but it sure felt like it. It was uncomfortable, having this intruder stretching out such a personal place. After getting weakly to his feet, he made the breakfast she requested and dutifully sat at her feet, waiting for her to feed him.

After she finished eating, she looked down at him and smiled. “That was wonderful, slave. Do you want to know what I have planned for you today?” Sanji did want to know, and he nodded. “As you know, I am your Mistress and you are my slave,” Robin began, hypnotizing him with her eyes. “I take pleasure from hurting and humiliating you. That is not all I need, though. I have not had a lover in quite a while, and yesterday's session ended with me feeling almost as frustrated as you. Of course, at least I had my hands free when I crawled into bed.” The thought of Robin touching herself while thinking about yesterday's teasing session brought his dick to the maximum size the cage would allow. “But that is not the same as having some romance. Having someone to share the night with.” Sanji liked where this was going, but knew it was best not to assume he understood. It was likely a trap. He looked up at her suspiciously, and she chuckled at his face. “Yes, I'm talking about you.” His cock throbbed hard. He knew better than to believe that this would be anything good, but his imagination refused to be reined in.

“So I was thinking,” she continued, “that today could be a very atypical day this week. Instead of going to the dungeon, we'll stay here to have our fun. You will still be my slave and will still be punished in various ways, but if you play your cards right...” She trailed off, holding him in stunned suspense, until she finished. “...you just might eat a nice meal, take me to bed, and go to sleep with our arms around each other.”

Sanji's mouth fell open in shock. She couldn't have been serious. Amused by his reaction, she continued, “I haven't been penetrated in a long time, if you'll excuse my vulgarity. I would love some romance in my life. I only have one condition, besides playing your cards right.” His heart fell slightly as he heard that there was a catch, but his cock throbbed anyway. “You have to be my girlfriend,” Robin announced after a suspenseful silence. “We will spend the day getting you ready for our date, and if you are successful, we will go to bed.” Seeing the questioning look in his eyes, she said, “Don't worry. If you get that far, you can have me however you like. You can even orgasm a big, sticky load for me. Before that, though, I'll be taking you. I have a strap-on dildo that I've been dying to use.”

Sanji's face flushed white as understanding flooded through his brain. That was a big catch, but for that reward? “You can have me however you like.” Her words echoed in his ears. And it sure sounded like he'd get a real meal and be able to sleep beside here in a real bed. His nose began to leak blood and his cock began to drip.

“Oh my,” she said at his reaction. “I take it you are interested?” He could only nod as he tried to straighten himself up. His ass involuntarily squeezed the plug. The idea of Robin taking him was terrifying and emasculating. But if it meant spending the night with her, he could endure anything.

“Then it's settled. Tonight, we'll both be getting the full 'girlfriend experience.' I look forward to it,” Robin said with a small, but genuine smile. “Let's start getting ready.”

After considering his options, Sanji decided to speak up. “Mistress?” he asked softly, scooting his empty dog bowl between them. “May I please have some food and water?”

“Oh?” she replied mischievously. “How much do you want it?”

He thought out his answer carefully before he replied. “Very much, Goddess. I am exhausted from the night, and I want to be able to please you today,” he said, as humbly as he could.

“You're going to get such good treatment tonight, and I already owe you so much punishment...” she said with faux-concern.

“Please, Mistress Robin. I'll take anything...” he begged, desperate for whatever nourishment she would give him.

She looked him up and down, apparently deliberating, and finally gave her answer. “There will be no water for you today. You may instead soothe your thirst with my urine.” she said warmly, as her big blue eyes stared into his soul. Sanji gasped lightly and looked away blushing. She wants him to drink her piss?!? “Doesn't that sound yummy, slave?” she said sweetly, a small blush on her own face.

“Yes, Mistress,” he said softly, not wanting to make eye contact. That would be exceedingly humiliating, but he knew better then to fight it.

“Good to hear!” she said. “From now on, whenever you are thirsty and I do not decide that you deserve water, I will give you whatever urine I have available. If I am willing, that is,” she added. “Are you thirsty now?”

Sanji debated lying about his thirst, but he knew he would only regret it if he did. “Yes, Mistress Robin,” he found himself saying humbly.

“Hungry too?” Robin asked further.

Fear of what his meal would be if he said yes entered his mind. Horrible, disgusting ideas that made him want to vomit. Against his better judgment, he finally replied, “Yes Mistress.”

To his surprise, however, she walked into the galley kitchen and came back with a tangerine. She stood above him and carefully peeled it, till only the fruit remained. “How does one of Nami's tangerines sound?” she asked, letting him inspect the peeled fruit.

“Wonderful, Mistress,” he said gratefully, beginning to salivate for the fruit.

“Good,” Robin said, as she dropped it onto the wooden floor, before flattening it with her boot. Sanji's heart sank as he saw the flattened pulp of the fruit, its juices spreading across and seeping into the floor. He began to lean down to eat it. “Not yet,” she then said. “Scrape it into your bowl.” He complied immediately, scraping the wet pulpy mess into the dog bowl. Before he could eat it, however, she stopped him again. “Give it here,” she said in her warm, sweet voice. After she took it, she stood back up and looked into his eyes again. “You only have one bowl,” she said, “so your drink will have to go in here too.” With that, she walked out of the room leaving him to sit on the floor and revel in his dread.

Sanji was debating licking up any remaining tangerine juice from the floor when Robin came back in. The fear in his chest jumped up into his throat as she walked over and carefully set the bowl down in front of him. “Enjoy,” she said warmly, the mischief in her smile more obvious than ever. He turned his head downwards to look his fate in the eye, but could only stare at the bowl full of her pee. It was light gold, and filled the bowl to the brim, with the tangerine mess stuck to the bottom. The urine smell was present, but not overpowering. Sanji thought to himself that it didn't smell bad, as far as piss goes, but it wasn't exactly appetizing. “Are you thankful, slave, to receive my golden nectar?” she prodded teasingly.

“Yes Mistress Robin, thank you so very much for your gift!” he blurted out as he continued to stare down at it.

“You're 'so very' welcome,” she responded with a small sadistic smile. “Now drink it. Don't waste a single drop.” Resigning himself, he lowered his head and extended his tongue. He heaved slightly at the thought of what he was doing, but he would do anything to serve her, even if it meant consuming her essence. The warm urine surrounded his his tongue, reminding him of sea water, but more bitter. He then lowered his lips and began to suck down her hot fresh pee, filling his mouth with it, and ultimately swallowing it down. “Good boy,” she said with a giggle, “Isn't it warm and tasty? Drink it all down for me. What a good little slave boy, serving his Mistress like that.”

When all the liquid was drained and the piss-soaked tangerine pulp was eaten, Robin instructed him to lick the bowl clean. When he was done, she asked him to tell her how it was. Sanji thought about it before answering. It had been very humiliating to drink her waste, but he couldn't deny that his cock had continuously throbbed in his cage while she goaded him about his task. The taste, while not pleasant, hadn't been the end of the world either. “It was divine, Goddess,” he told her.

“You did become rather enthusiastic,” she said teasingly, “was it simply that delicious?” Sanji blushed scarlet. He knew the reason. Reading his face like a book, she asked, “Or maybe you were aroused at the humiliation?” he looked down, unable to respond. He truly was beginning to enjoy it when she humiliated him. Crave it, even. He couldn't confirm that for her though. Robin's expression grew into a cute smirk. “I thought so.”

Robin led him into the bathroom, told him to put his hands behind his head, and left him to retrieve some extra things. When she returned, she unlocked and removed his cock cage. She then took out a large amount of waxing paper. She carefully applied the wax and paper to every visible piece of skin that contained any body hair. “Ever had a bikini wax?” she asked cheerfully as she applied a large glob to his crotch region.

“N-no, never,” he admitted, trying to control himself as she manipulated his hard cock to get at all sides of his groin.

“This will be fun then,” she told him, “I'll have to get your balls separately with some tweezers. Waxing them might damage them too much. This will still hurt a lot though.”

This snapped his mind back. A lot? “Ladies do this all the time,” he thought to himself, “It can't be that bad.” When she had inspected him, making sure he was covered, Robin asked if he was ready. “Yes, Mistress Robin,” he replied.

“Bite down on this,” she told him, putting a wash cloth in his mouth. “If you pass out, try not to hit your head on the floor. On the count of three then. One...” A multitude of arms emerged from the wall and floor, each grabbing a piece of the waxing paper. “Two...” Panic set in. This wasn't what he had imagined. “Three!”

Sanji felt numb suddenly. Some fool was screaming bloody murder, irritating him. He was relieved when the screamer crumpled to the ground and became silent, lying face down on the tile. It was several minutes before he became cognizant of the situation, realizing that the pressure on his face was the floor, and the warm numbness on his skin was quickly growing into an intense pain. He was content to lay there motionless, until a new, sharper pain shot through his ball sack. He jerked up, sitting as quickly as he could. Robin was sitting there with a few pairs of tweezers.

“Welcome back,” she said with a big smile. “I was hoping to remove some more before you woke up.” Sanji looked down at his body, skin now glowing an angry pink. Everything hurt. He jumped again as she removed another hair from his testicles. It managed to hurt above and beyond all his other pain, and there were hundreds if not thousands more. Tears filled his eyes and he began to sob uncontrollably, whimpering quietly into his palm.

“Hey now,” Robin cooed soothingly. She put down the tweezers and slid over to him, pulling his hand away from his crying face. “Come here,” she cooed, “Come to Mommy.” She pulled his face into her chest and let him cry there while she stroked his hair. “I'll make it all better,” she crooned while he sniveled. “This cream will finish removing the hair from your balls, and I have some aloe ointment that will fix your skin right up.”

It wasn't long before before Sanji's tell-tale cock began to harden, informing her that her chest was no longer being thought of solely as a comfort. “There we are. Your penis certainly doesn't want you to miss our date tonight,” she said sweetly, as she moved him away from her chest. As he sat up, the butt plug pushed in deeper, further reminding him of his submissive position. To her credit, she did take the time to gently apply the lotion all over his irritated body, which began to soothe his pain almost immediately. His tears dried, but remained sniffling lightly for a long while. “Feel better?” she asked.

“Yes, thank you Mistress Robin,” he said, with as much stability as he could muster.

“You're welcome, slave,” she replied, as she rubbed a cream onto his balls. “I don't want to hear any whimpering over this one,” she commanded. “I have used it myself many times, I expect you to deal with it in silence.” His balls slowly began to burn as if he had set them on a hot frying pan. His eyes began to water again, but he resolved not to make a single sound. He gritted his teeth hard as the tears silently poured down his face, while Robin observed him expectantly. After what felt like an eternity had passed, she poured water on his crotch, washing the cream away. “Look at those hairless little things,” she said in an amused voice, before covering them with the aloe cream.

When he had showered up, under close supervision, Robin pulled out a small pink object. “I want you to wear this little chastity tube instead of the cage for our date,” she declared, holding it up for him to inspect. It was very small, smaller than his regular cage. It was also solid plastic, only one tiny slot for piss on the end. The whole thing was over the top girly, bright pink with a little bow on top. “It's clearly too small to wear regularly, but I think it would look really cute on you,” she said with a wink, before using the familiar cold water to shrivel his penis down.

Before he could process everything, she had his cock squeezed into the little tube, and clicked the lock shut. Already, it felt very tight, and he told her so politely. “Oh, look how cute it is!” she exclaimed, ignoring his complaints. “Look at your little penis. It's basically a clitoris now, isn't it?” She beamed at his miserable face. “I'm sure that having a clit will only help us click better as girlfriends, don't you agree?” Sanji nodded, blushing red from the humiliation.

“Here, put these on,” she ordered after they went to her room. Robin handed him a pair of panties, and waited for him to put them on. Sanji began to blush as he looked them over. They were were pink, frilly, and very familiar. “Don't worry,” she said playfully, “I've already washed them. I wouldn't make my girlfriend wear my dirty panties.” His blush grew deeper as he pulled the panties up, around his butt and cock tube. They were the very same ones he had spent so much time staring at yesterday. “You seemed to like them, and they matched the tube,” she explained, “so I knew they'd be perfect.” His cock throbbed as it tried to grow in its prison, and seemed to be screaming at him.

Robin seemed to revel in his humiliation as she fixed him up for their date, including putting him in a lacy bra, a low cut blouse, and the frilliest ruffled skirt he had ever seen. He had protested when she had brought out the makeup, but soon gave in. She finished by putting a small pink bow in his hair, just like the one on the chastity tube. When she had declared that he was perfect, he was almost brought to tears by the sight in the mirror.

“I sure hope our date goes well,” she said seductively, “I would hate to miss my opportunity to pop your cherry.” Sanji's ass clenched reflexively on the butt plug as he digested her words. He was fearful, but was also intrigued at the thought of giving her what she desired. “Now, go remove the plug and then cook us a romantic dinner,” she commanded. He stumbled away in his high heels as she went to go prepare the table.

When Sanji had finished cooking their meal, which was no easy task with his outfit, he found that Robin had prepared a candle-lit table under the stars, even setting the silverware and pouring glasses of white wine. “It looks delicious,” she said sweetly as he laid out the food. He felt his heart pounding as he sat down across from her. “How are you feeling tonight?” she asked warmly as they began to eat. The food tasted so good after being hungry for so long, that Sanji barely registered what she said as he scarfed it down. When he remembered himself, he thought that his vicious feeding might have angered her, as it wasn't very ladylike. Surprisingly, she just laughed. “Hungry would be my guess,” she teased. She put her glass to her lips and took a sip. Sanji reached for his own glass, before she spoke. “Your drink is my nectar, of course,” she said warmly, “I didn't want you to get thirsty while we had dinner, and I couldn't have you thinking that I'm trying to get you drunk.” Sanji hesitated, but ultimately decided that sooner would be better, as it was still warm and there was still food to wash the taste out with. She watched in amusement as he downed the glass of urine in one go, and barely made a face before silently moving back to eating the food.

As they ate, they began to talk. She informed him that he did not have to call her mistress tonight, and debated female names to call him instead of slave. She loved to ask him all sorts of embarrassing questions, and was delighted to see him blush as he answered. “If you had one night, one single night with the woman of your dreams, what would you do with her?” she asked curiously, sipping her wine.

Sanji began to imagine it. A night with her, where he was in charge. He imagined eating her to orgasm after screaming orgasm, or maybe pounding her silly. But that didn't feel quite right. Those desires felt somewhat hollow. “Whatever she wanted,” he eventually said truthfully.

“Ah, nice answer,” Robin teased, rubbing her leg against his under the table. His cock throbbed painfully at her touch.

As the night progressed, Robin appeared to be growing increasingly smitten by him. If it was just an act to torment him, Sanji couldn't tell, but she was becoming more and more flirty and sweet. His trapped cock hurt excruciatingly, so he tried to tune it out as best as he could and concentrate on the conversation. Soon Robin took him by the hand and went over to a nearby bench and sat down with him. She put her hand on his thigh, sending chills down his spine as she gazed into his eyes. They began to kiss like they were teenagers, full of passion and repressed sexual energy.

“Grab my breasts,” she ordered breathlessly, as she began to blush. Sanji's trapped cock spasmed wildly as he took her up on her offer, sticking his hands up her shirt and feeling her huge, soft tits. He had dreamed of this moment for so long, and it had finally happened. Her nipples felt so hard that they could cut glass, he decided as he gently pinched them. She moaned into the kiss, and reached her hand up his skirt, tenderly feeling his straining genitals through the panties. “Your kitty is soaked,” she said in a breathy voice, as she pulled her hand out and licked his precum off of her fingers. She grabbed his hand and guided it into her shorts. “Mine is too,” she said, “Feel it?” Sanji reached his hand down, feeling the heat radiating from her pussy, and the big wet spot on her panties. He shivered uncontrollably, unable to process everything. She looked at him with her huge blue eyes, fully dilated with arousal, and said seductively, “Come with me back to my room. I really need you.” Her tone indicated that she was in complete control, but her eyes were begging.

Sanji followed her, shaking with desire, back to her room. His conscious mind absolutely refused to believe that this was happening. Robin seemed to be walking on air, practically skipping down the hall. He had never seen her let loose so much, and he loved it. They barely got the door closed before she pulled him onto the bed and began making out with him again. She crawled on top of him and pinned him down against the bed. “Do you want me?” she asked, as she began to kiss his neck.

“Yes,” he managed to croak before she got to her feet and began pulling her pants down. The panties she had underneath were white, and just as lacy as his own. A big wet patch was very visible right in the middle of them.

“Hang on,” she said hurriedly as she buckled her harness over her panties. The dildo was long and cream colored, and bobbed up and down as she tightened the straps against herself. Sanji could only watch in silence, his fear growing and mixing with his arousal.

When it was secure enough to satisfy her, Robin curled her finger at him with a wink. Sanji walked towards her as though he were hypnotized, and knelt when she gently pushed down on his shoulder. She looked down at him, a hungry look in her eyes. “Give it a lick.” The humiliation made his cock throb as he slowly leaned forward and licked the phallus. “Good girl,” Robin cooed at him, “Now why don't you suck my cock and get it all lubed up for me.” Sanji's cheeks burned as he swallowed his pride and put the tip into his mouth. His own cock throbbed miserably. “Don't forget to use your tongue,” she reminded him as she gently pushed his head farther onto her dildo. Sanji did the best that he could, licking all around and only gagging when it went in very deep. “What's the matter?” she asked after a particularly loud gag. “Is this the first dick you've sucked?”

“Yes, Robin,” he said quietly after taking it out. She playfully smacked her spit-soaked dildo against his face, adding to his humiliation. “You did very well. You're being a good little girly slut for my cock.” Robin's eyes shimmered with excitement, filling his heart with dread.

Robin pulled him to his feet and positioned him leaning over the bed. She bent over on top of him, placing her hands on his, and leaned in to whisper seductively, “I'll try to be gentle.” Sanji's whole body froze as he awaited his fate. She stood up behind him and lifted his skirt, and gave his pantie-clad ass a playful swat. “Oh my,” she said lustfully as she pulled his panties down exposing his tender, hairless parts. “Your little clitoris looks like it's dying for me...” she said as she began fondling his poor trapped dick.

Her exploring fingers soon began to travel upwards, and started circling around his puckered hole. He involuntarily spasmed, he had never been touched there before. She pressed her finger against his anus, pressing gently but firmly until it opened up to accommodate her. “So tight,” she crooned as she removed her finger, placing it in her mouth and licking it until it was well lubricated, then she went back to work inside him. After she had worked it in the whole length, she began curling her finger downwards, causing him to squirm uncontrollably. “Feel that?” she asked in a sexy voice. “That's your G-spot.” Sanji let out a little moan. He couldn't help himself. It felt intrusive and uncomfortable, not to mention beyond humiliating, but it felt satisfying somehow. “You're a girl tonight, you can only make ladylike sounds,” Robin informed him, still tickling his prostate. He blushed deeper than ever. Despite his cock being firmly locked away, he could feel his pleasure building. When Sanji let out another little moan, this time in a girly voice, she stopped rubbing and pulled out her finger.

“Ready?” she asked as she held her cock head against his ass.

“Y-yes...” he said weakly, fully resigned and craving any stimulation. Robin used her hand to slowly guide it in for a few inches before she grabbed his hips. Sanji gritted his teeth so hard he thought they might crack. Her cock was much bigger than her finger, bigger even than the plug. It felt like it was stretching him to his limit. When she made it all the way to the hilt, Sanji felt so full he thought he might burst.

“Good girl,” she said in a sexy voice, before pulling her cock back. She began to thrust in a slow rhythm, burying her cock as deep as she could each time. While Robin was slowly penetrating him, he felt a hand close around his balls and locked cock, despite her having both hands on his hips. The third hand gently stroked his junk, providing a small distraction from the discomfort in his ass. “You're starting to drip,” she told him sweetly. “I take it I'm doing well?”

“Yes Mis-...Yes Robin” he blurted in response, his head spinning. The G-spot stimulation was really causing his orgasm to build, and he could barely keep still.

“Excellent,” Robin said, and began to thrust faster. His locked cock, being mercilessly toyed with in her disembodied hand, dripped like a leaky faucet right into her palm. Sanji could barely take it. The humiliation, the pain, the pleasure... It was all too much to process at once. But while the pain and humiliation stayed the same, the pleasure grew more and more. It wasn't long before he was moaning breathless, girly moans with every thrust, his orgasm mounting. As his moans got louder and louder, Robin decided it was time to play with him. She pulled most all the way out, leaving just the tip in.

“P-Please!” he begged when she didn't put it back in.

“Please what?” she teased.

“Please fuck me...” he said in a defeated voice. She chuckled.

“Grind on my cock if you want it so much.” Sanji obediently thrust his ass towards her, impaling himself on her dildo, and began to gyrate his hips. “What a good girl,” she teased, and began fucking him again. After a few minutes his moans became louder, and she began to moan as well. Soft, quiet moans, clearly meant to be as restrained as possible. As her soft moans became louder, her pace became quicker. They were quite in sync as they both moved closer and closer to orgasm.

Sanji was the first to bubble over, giving him uncontrollable humping convulsions as semen gushed from his painfully contained cock. His moans, which before were girly as Robin had commanded, became a loud and guttural noise as he came violently into her hand. This sent her over the edge too, and she quietly gasped as her whole body shivered. Soon she pulled out of his ass and began to remove the harness, still trembling from her orgasm.

When Sanji had recovered from his own, he began to try to get up until she told him to sit. Her dildo now removed, he could now see how thoroughly soaked her panties were. Her cheeks were red and she was sweating, but she smiled down at him as she sanitized the dildo. “That was excellent for me, and it looks like it was for you too,” she said playfully, gesturing towards her disembodied hand in front of him, its palm completely covered in his cum. She knelt down in front of him and began to lap up the cum from her hand like a cat drinking milk, all the while keeping eye contact with him with a very innocent look in her eyes. He began to tremble at the sight. Never had she acted even remotely submissive like this. His orgasm had only served to make his desire stronger, and make his cock ache more.

When she had finished licking the cum off her hand, Robin's voice turned sultry and she asked, “How do you want me?” Sanji's cock dripped onto the bedspread as he tried to find his voice. “Think about it,” she said after a minute. “Let's get you ready first.”

His mind exploded with ideas as she turned around and went to her dresser. He could finally feel her mouth. She could give him the blowjob he has dreamed of for so very long! Or he could try out her dripping pussy, eating it out and then penetrating it till he explodes inside of her. Maybe even from behind! “Or if I'm lucky, maybe all of them,” he dared to think to himself. When she came back, he was too lost in fantasy to think about what she had in her hand.

“Stand up,” she commanded warmly before she started to buckle her strap-on harness onto him. Very slowly it began to dawn on him that she was attaching the dildo to him rather than unlocking his cock.

“Robin...” he said softly.

“Yes, sweetheart?” she asked in a kind voice as she finished tightening the straps.

Sanji tried to swallow with a lump building in his throat. “You aren't going to unlock me?”

“No, sweetie,” she said in her kind, maternal voice, “This will be your cock tonight.”

He swayed as he heard this, then sat on the bed, drowning in disappointment. His eyes began to water, and his throat began to ache, threatening to sob again. Sensing this, Robin sat down behind him and started rubbing his shoulders and whispering sweet things. “I'll still make it worth your time,” she promised before nibbling his ear. “I really love to please my partners.” He shivered at her touch. This betrayal had not waned his desire any, and her newest flirtations were dissolving any resolve his disappointment was trying to form. “That was really mean of me,” she whispered breathily in his ear. “I won't be mad if you take your anger out on me.” She climbed into his lap, forcing his plastic cock against his stomach, and began kissing him passionately. His will crumbled away, and he fell back onto the bed with her.

While they writhed around on the bed, Robin rubbed her crotch up against the phallus, clearly indicating her desire. “Take my clothes off, if you'd like” she moaned to him. Sanji, arms shaking, stared into her huge blue eyes, wide with desire, as he pulled her shirt off. Her large breasts popped out, grabbing his attention forcefully. They were perfectly round and perky, and every bit as flawless as he had imagined. Her nipples stuck straight out at him, seeming to beg for his touch. Robin pressed his face into them, smiling at his highly satisfied whimpers. She let out an “Oh!” as he began to suck on her nipple, while she wiggled with pleasure.

After a few minutes of sucking, she could not take any more. Her nipples were sensitive and her vagina throbbed, begging for an end to the teasing. She pushed him away and began kissing his neck and begging. “Please have me, I can't wait any longer.” Without waiting for a response, she stood up and pulled him up into a sitting position. She pulled his face close to her drenched panties. “See?” she asked.

Raw lust overwhelmed Sanji as he grabbed the sides of her panties and yanked them down to her knees. Her pussy, now on full display, was absolutely picturesque. Two soft, petite lips like a rose, with a small hooded bud at the top. A small droplet of her juice dropped down, causing another excruciating throb in his trapped cock. Robin yelped softly when he stuck two fingers inside to feel her wetness. She was extremely lubricated, inside and out, and her insides felt as warm as an oven. His cock throbbed again, jealous of his fingers. It really wasn't fair at all that he had to stay locked. He yanked his fingers out and looked up at her, contemplating his predicament.

“I'm ready, how do you want me?” she asked, seeing the fire in his eyes.

“On your back,” he practically growled at her, causing a tiny smirk to appear on the corners of her mouth. She sat beside him and spread her legs wide, giving him a peck on the cheek before lying back. Sanji licked her juice off his fingers as he got into position, his desire to punish her conflicting with his desire to please.

“Take it out on me, I can take it” she said with a mischievous smirk, as though reading his mind.

That was it. He yanked her feet off the ground and placed them on his shoulders before plunging the full length of the dildo into her. His real cock spasmed in its tube as he begun to fuck her rather roughly. Despite the intensity of his thrusts, Robin's face was pure bliss. She began to moan, and it wasn't long before her moans became uncontrollable. “I'm g-gonna-” she mewed before her eyes rolled back and her body began to shake. A torrent of hot juice shot from her pussy, all over Sanji's crotch and legs.

He wasn't finished with her yet. He kept the toy inside her as he lowered her legs, then leaned over her, his face an inch from hers. He started to pound her again with full force, and she put her arms around his neck and kissed him deeply, moaning into the kisses. Despite the lack of stimulation except for the bumping at the base of the dildo, Sanji found his own excitement building. Her kiss seemed to burn throughout his whole body, and he could swear he almost felt her warm insides squeezing his cock. Robin began to moan louder, completely abandoning the kiss, and wrapped her legs around his back, spurring him on to thrust faster. She soon pressed herself against him with all her might, squeezing his neck and thrusting her hips at him as much as she could. Her inhibitions disappeared as she let herself scream, unable to control her own body from the pleasure. As she violently came against him, he began to shutter as well as a pathetically unsatisfying orgasm overtook him, once again shooting cum from his trapped cock.

In an obvious daze, Robin eventually released her strangle grip on him. “Put me in bed,” she ordered dreamily, looking up at him with a sweet smile. She looked absolutely angelic, her satisfied face red from pleasure and her soaked panties hanging loosely off of one ankle. Sanji complied, picking up her sweaty, naked body and lying her in the bed before he laid down beside her. He stared up at the ceiling, trying to calm himself down. Robin snuggled up beside him, putting her arm across him as she found a comfortable spot for her head against his chest, already half asleep. He was left feeling her breasts pressed against his flesh and the damp warmth of her pussy straddling his leg as he drifted off to sleep, his cock throbbing miserably.
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