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In an ordinary tavern in a small town on an island so insignificant that no one had bothered to put it on a map, an infamous crew of pirates walked in to yell for booze and meat. The men were lively and the owner of the bar was desperate for gold, so he didn’t think twice before welcoming them in.
"Hurry up, my dear, pirates are an impatient bunch!" Your father yelled at you from across the kitchen as you struggled to balance two trays with food and beer.
While fighting against gravity itself and your own clumsy feet, you heard the men laugh at their tables. A bit intimidated, you kept your head low as you brought them their drinks. You could feel their eyes staring right through you, undressing you in their filthy minds, you had worked at this bar long enough to tell apart a genuine smile from a threat.
"Over here, sweetheart," a certain redhead called out from his seat, he sat with one leg crossed over the other, his long back coat hung over the back of his chair.
You rushed over to him, your hands gripping at the hem of your skirt to keep these barbarians from pulling on it - a shiver went through your body as you recalled the last time this had happened.
"Ah there you are," the tall man said and tilted his head, his red eyes narrowing in on you.
You bowed courteously and waited for his order, but instead of asking for another jug of beer or roasted ham, he patted his thigh and leaned back. Carrying that same smile you had grown so weary of.
"Come closer," he beckoned, reaching out to cup your chin, you were close enough to smell his breath - it reeked of cheap booze.
Unable to resist the request of a patron you took a step towards him, your knees brushed against his thigh. That simple touch stirred something awake in him. He let his thumb brush over your plump bottom lip, enjoying the softness of it and how it quivered in fear.
"Do you know who I am?" He asked, that predatory smile turning into a grin, sharp teeth entering your vision for a brief second before he regained his composure and gazed deeply into your eyes.
"Red Haired Shanks, sir," you replied obediently, silently praying you wouldn’t be stuck stroking his ego all night. You knew Shanks was pretty well known for being ruthless yet beloved amongst the people, countless of islands were protected by the image of his flag - perhaps he was considering to leave his mark here too? It would mean safety, safety from the many other pirates who were sailing by every day.
"Smart girl," he purred, his thumb slipped from your lip down to your chin again and then to your neck.
Please, please, let this be over soon. The other pirates were screaming and laughing, not one of them seemed to notice nor care what their captain was doing. And your father? You tried to turning your head, but Shanks noticed and pulled on your chin again. Your father was nowhere to be seen. He was hiding in the kitchen to let you be devoured by the wolves.
"And can my smart girl tell me how old she is?" He lowered his voice, it became darker, huskier. His touch was harsher than before, you couldn’t look anywhere else but those hypnotizing red orbs.
"I'm twelve," you squeaked, foolishly thinking your age would finally put him off of the idea of bothering you any further. Surely a pirate so cherished and loved was different than the rest!
But Shanks did not let go of you. His grin widened cruelly when he heard how old you were. His strong hand grabbed your waist and pulled you into his lap, he straddled you despite your weak protest.
"Aren’t you a bit young to work at a bar, little lass?" He teased you, pinching your cheeks, quietly enjoying the bits of baby fat you still had in them, making your appearance even younger than your actual age.
"I help my father, we can't afford to hire any servants." You tried your best to sound as disinterested as possible, gazing off into the distance, ignoring his greedy touches and the smell of his breath hitting your face.
"Poor little thing," Shanks chuckled and bounced you in his lap, you could feel something growing stiff between his legs and whined, before you could bite your tongue and regain your composure he had already heard you. "Do you want to spend the night with me? I could use some distraction."
"I- I'm not sure if I should-," you stammered.
"Shh, it's alright, baby. I know lots of girls like you," he began to whisper in your ear, his hand roaming down to your chest, groping your undeveloped tits until he felt your nipples through the thin linen of your blouse. "Poor, hard working, always getting laughed at. You deserve better than that. I'm going to make you feel good, just relax for me."
Relaxing was the last thing you were thinking of, you were trapped in the Yonko's grip, unable to wiggle free and no one to call to for help. Tears began to build up in the corner of your eyes, a detail not missed by Shanks, who tutted you like a misbehaved child and wiped them away. He licked his finger after, tasting your misery like it was the most delicious fruit.
"You like older men, baby?" Shanks didn’t wait for an answer. He took your body freezing up in fear as a sign to go further. He unbuttoned your shirt and slipped his fingers under the fabric. His rough, calloused palm brushed over your sensitive buds and made them erect, every stroke and pinch to your nipples after caused you to whine again. "Of course you do, all girls your age do. You don’t want to let silly boys your age play with your pussy and stick their tiny dicks into you like amateurs, no, you want a big, strong man who gives you the fattest cock you've ever dreamt of."
"That's not true! Please, Shanks, I don't want this! Let me go!" You squealed, your polite facade shattered at last.
Suddenly the bar fell quiet and all pirates turned their ugly heads to stare at you as if you've done something to offend them.
An older man with long grey hair walked by your table, a cigarette hung lazily between his lips. He scoffed at the redhead and slapped him on the wrist.
"Shanks, isn’t she a bit too young?," he commented, not even acknowledging you with a single look. They were speaking as if you weren’t there. If you hadn’t felt like an object before you certainly did now.
"So?" Shanks hissed back at him, wrapping his arm around your waist so he could pull you closer to his chest. "Mind your own business, Benn. I'm just having a little chat with her, nothing more."
Benn remained skeptical, but the rest of the crew just chuckled to themselves and returned to their drunken conversations and singing. You stared up at the older man, begging him quietly to tell his captain how utterly wrong it was to touch a girl your age. But … just like your father he turned his head and looked away. You weren’t allowed to dwell on your dwindling sanity for long, Shanks gave your exposed thigh a hearty slap and laughed. Oh, what horrid idea it had been to wear your shortest skirt and nothing but thigh highs underneath.
"You know, I'm old enough to be your dad," he spoke up again and you wished he hadn’t reminded you of how perverse and wrong this was. "I used to have a pretty daughter just like you. I really miss her."
Shanks lifted your skirt, you tried to pull it down again but his strength was too overbearing. Now your panties were on display for all to see, while your vision turned blurry from the tears in your eyes, the Yonko was quite amused at your embarrassment. Shanks grabbed your pussy as if he owned it, pressed his head against the side of your face and kissed your earlobe. "Atta girl, that's a very pretty pair of panties. Oh, is that a little puppy on it? You like puppies, baby?"
Acting out of pure survival instinct you nod, you can barely hear his filthy voice over the drumming sound of your own heart beating up a storm.
Shanks teased your clothed cunt with his fingertip, rubbing circles and tracing your folds until your body surrendered to his advances. You squeezed your eyes shut, you couldn’t bear to see what was happening, your body was betraying you. You didn’t want this! This wasn’t right! You had always dreamed of your first time being with the love of your life, a prince charming right out of a fairy tale.
This was no prince charming! Shanks was nothing more than a greedy old pervert.
"Oh, would you look at that. I got you all wet for me. Naughty girl, what if your father saw you now? All pretty with your legs spread like a slut? Maybe he should turn this place into a brothel and whore you out, you‘d fetch a pretty penny with that cute pussy." Each of Shanks' words was more vile than the one before.
"Please … please stop," you hiccuped and earned yourself nothing but a slap between your legs.
"Don‘t lie to daddy. You can whine and scream 'no' all you want, but your body tells me otherwise. Brats like you need older men to guide them."
Shanks pulled your panties to the side, the cold air inside the bar hit your pussy and made you shiver. He licked the sweat from the nape of your neck, sharp teeth gracing your skin as both a promise and a threat. His dirty, unwashed fingers found your clit and played with it, too rough to be enjoyable, you can only weep quietly and wait for it to be over.
"Do you want babies, little one?" Shanks asked while pushing two fingers inside of your tight, untouched hole. They were enough to make you feel incredibly stuffed.
"N- no!" You replied meekly and slapped his hand, but all that you got from him was a hearty laugh.
"Lie to me again and I will fuck you raw over the table for all my men to see," he growled and you nodded in fear, hoping it was nothing more than an empty threat.
"I … I want a baby, maybe, someday," you try to answer him as if you weren’t burning up on the inside.
"Good girl, did your father teach you that's what women are for? No? Oh baby, that's alright. Let daddy show you," Shanks purred.
The Yonko slipped his fingers out of your cunt, both of them covered in slick your young body had produced to ready itself to be violated. Instead of giving you a break, he lifted your shirt and rubbed your tummy affectionately.
"That's where I'm going to put my baby," he told you gleefully, relishing in the horror painted across your innocent face. "Would you like that? Hm? To carry daddy's baby? There's lot of girls out there bearing my children, they‘re all so much happier now, fat and round and waiting for me to come back."
You looked back at him. His stubble tickled you as he bent down for your first kiss - you protested, you couldn’t let this man take everything from you! Your dignity, your first kiss-! But your resistance was futile. You surrendered yourself to Shanks, his tongue bullied its way into your mouth and he devoured you until you choked. Only when your body began to spasm from a lack of air did he finally release you.
There it was again, that stupidly big grin mocking you!
"You taste so good, babygirl. Like a whole damn feast, could kiss you all night," he slurred his words after taking another long sip from his beer.
Then he held the half-full jug up to your lips.
"Come, be a good girl and drink with me. I promise I won’t tell your father," he lured you.
The stench of the alcohol burned in your nostrils. You felt the urge to throw up again, yet you parted your lips and Shanks began pouring the beer into your mouth. You gulped it down way too quickly, hardly a moment to breathe. You began to feel dizzy, the world around you began to slowly spin and fade away. Your body became lax like a doll, you would have surely slipped onto the floor if Shanks wasn’t straddling you in his laps.
"Shanks …," you muttered, disoriented.
"Hm? What's the matter, my princess?" He asked and licked over your lips, humming as he tasted the tinge of booze on them.
"Hurts."
"Aw, want daddy to make the pain go away?" Shanks teased and spread the folds of your pussy, your juices were dripping down to his pants and soiling them. "Tsk, tsk, getting your daddy all dirty. Aren’t you potty trained?"
You moaned, not out or your own volition or out of a sliver of joy - your body was no longer yours to control. You were Shanks' puppet.
Shanks lifted you up so he pull down his pants under the table, it was a bit of a struggle with only one arm but he was more adept at this than you would have liked him to be.
He sat you back down. That's when you felt it, his warm stiff cock poking at your vagina. Although you couldn’t quite see it, you could tell from the texture alone that his shaft was covered in veins, thick and long and entirely too large to fit inside you. The bush of red hair around his fat balls tickled you and Shanks had to hold you down so you couldn’t get away from it. You noticed the smell, how long had it been since the pirate had taken a shower? He seemed to find your disgust rather entertaining.
"I made sure I didn’t bathe, just for you, baby," he chuckled, for a moment he sounded more like a bratty school boy than a Yonko.
"You're so gross!" You hissed at him, he simply responded by pushing your thighs down harder so his wet tip smacked against your hole. God forbid, if that thing entered you-
"Aw, but you love that, yeah?" He mocked you. "Close your eyes and let daddy take care of you like he promised."
And take care he did. Of his own needs more than anything. You put up one last fight, resisting your fate by kicking your feet like a young foal and attempting to bite his wrist when he maneuvered your body to line up his throbbing length. You know you were only one shaky breath away from being speared on his disgusting cock, one breath and you were no longer pure, taken and claimed by the infamous Yonko who spent his days impregnating poor girls just like you.
Shanks bullied his way inside you with one quick thrust, granting you little time to adjust to him before his dick was nestled tightly in your warm insides. Pushing and rubbing against every hidden crevice, knocking at the entrance to your empty womb with his head. Pre cum began to leak inside of you, Shanks let out a pleasant moan when he felt your pussy clench up.
"Oh, baby you're trying to milk me dry," he muttered breathlessly and forced you to kiss him, all tongue and teeth and no love. "Can you get even tighter for daddy?"
You're too stunned to speak, you even forget to breath until Shanks' teeth touch your neck and you gasp in fear. Too late, he sunk his fangs into your flesh, they pierced through your skin like butter and he eagerly fed on the blood pouring out of the bite mark. His dick bullied your cunt harder, your shaky legs were too weak too kick so you simply bounced along with how his hand guided you. He took it as a sign of obedience, smiling fondly against your bleeding flesh, admiring the damage he had done.
Your eyes flickered around the room. Why was no one coming to save you? There were dozens of men here, not a single one even bothered to look at you. It was like their captain was simply sipping away at his beer. You weren’t real, not anymore, just an empty husk being rocked back and forth on a pirate’s lap.
"Daddy's gonna breed you, knock you up real good and have you dripping with his cum for days." He promised sweetly, the light in his eyes slowly fading the closer he got to his orgasm.
"Ah! I don't want a baby! Not … God, not from you! I'm only twelve! I can't be a mommy!" You tried to reason with him, but a beast can not be reasoned with, you learn as he takes your pleading as encouragement to slam his dick into your womb. Something tore inside you, blood began to drip out of you and ran over your thighs like rivers.
Finally, finally someone walked towards you! You feel incredibly vulnerable and ashamed with your skirt lifted high and your small tits bouncing along to the unsteady rhythm of Shanks' thrusts.
"Just a chat, huh?" It was Benn again, now he did look at you with pity in his tired eyes.
"Hmm, fuck off," Shanks slurred.
"Don't worry, I'm just making sure you don't kill the poor thing," he said and offered you his cigarette. "Like last time."
Tentatively you part your lips and Beckman pushed the cigarette into your mouth and holds it there for you to take a long drag. You coughed up the smoke and he laughed.
"She's fine," Shanks repeated impatiently.
Benn pulled out the cigarette again and waved at you dismissively - it finally sunk in that he wasn’t going to be your savior.
"You like him?" Shanks suddenly asked and pulled on your hair hard enough to make your scalp burn.
"Wh- no! No I don't!"
"Good, because I don't like to share my little girls," he replied, letting go of your hair now that he was satisfied.
Shanks' sweaty balls slapped against your butt with every thrust, it was like getting a rough spanking from your father, only that you were also so full with the pirate's cock that you couldn’t form a single coherent thought. He had fucked you back into a primal, nonverbal state where both of you could do nothing but grunt and follow your instincts like the animals you were. He was mating you, against your will, but you slowly forgot what your will even was to begin with.
"Please," you managed to press out between your teeth.
"Yeah, baby?"
"Need to- ah, need to pee!" You confessed, cheeks flushed red and your whole body shaking.
Shanks grinned, he knew you weren’t going to piss on his cock, no, you were close to having your very first orgasm. He was filled with pride, that very pride nearly sent him straight over the edge, but he stayed strong enough to bury himself balls-deep inside you one more time.
"Let go, be my good girl and do it," he ordered and you obeyed.
You cried out in shame, but then you felt a pleasant warmth sweep over you. It was like falling into deep, hot water, drowning but without a lack of oxygen, just silence. The noises Shanks made as he came were feral, he snarled into your ear but you were no longer afraid he would eat you. He felt the shiver going through your body and fucked you through your high until he too could no longer resist and shot his cum inside you.
Two loads of his seed and you were stuffed, another thick rope of cum and your belly bulged out, desperately trying to make room for all Shanks was forcing inside you. His dick made grotesquely wet noises as he moved around in the bath of cum, lazily he bounced you up and down to stuff everything right into your womb.
Shanks kissed you as he struggled to catch his breath. "Such … such a good girl for me. Loved breeding you, little one. Look, your belly is all big for me! All that cum is gonna be a baby real soon."
Completely overwhelmed and dazed from your orgasm you nod with a tired smile and kiss Shanks back as he ravages your mouth again.
"Hey! Can we get another round for our table!" One of the pirates yelled and you heard Shanks laugh.
He lifted you off of his cock and helped you stand on your wobbly legs. Cum trickled down your thighs, with his fingers he stuffed it back into your pussy again and again until he gave up and pulled your panties over your wound cunt.
"What are ya waiting for, baby? Go and serve my men!" Shanks laughed and raised his beer jug into the air.