Interlude: Sergeant Major Tashigi [pt. I]

Sleep had come in scraps, each one ending when Tashigi rolled onto a bruise or the sheet dragged over her sore thighs. By morning, the ache along her shoulder and ribs had settled into the shape of Zoro's victory. Lower down, Tsujo had left a different kind of damage. Her pussy felt used, stretched, almost feverishly tender, and the sheet beneath her had gone cold where his semen leaked through the night.

Sitting up released more. The sudden warmth crept between her ass cheeks before she could catch it, followed by a heavy shift from somewhere deeper inside. She pressed her knees together and waited for the sensation to pass. It brought back Tsujo's cock with cruel clarity: the impossible length disappearing into her, his hips still coming forward when she had already felt full, the world vanishing beneath the Big Dickgasm. Her body answered the memory with a small clench that squeezed another wet trickle onto the sheet.

There were ships to provision and a town to hand over to the provost. Smoker had spent the night demanding that every delay be cut in half, and by midafternoon he meant to be chasing the Straw Hats toward Reverse Mountain. Tashigi got to her feet, gathered soap, a towel, a clean fundoshi, her boots, her coat, and Shigure, and went looking for enough hot water to make herself presentable.

Steam had already fogged her glasses by the time she reached the baths. With the frames pushed into her damp hair, the painted signs beside the doors became two colored smears. She chose the left one, found what appeared to be an empty bank of showers, and set Shigure safely beyond the spray.

Hot water loosened the knot beneath her shoulder blade and stung the raw skin between her thighs. Sweat and dried fluid streamed away, but the fullness inside her remained. After trying to ignore it, Tashigi braced a palm on the slick tile and sank into a squat, opening her knees beneath the water.

Her first two fingers slid into swollen heat. Tender muscles yielded around them, then tightened as she curled and dragged outward. A cloudy rope of semen came with her hand, stringing between her fingertips and pussy until the shower tore it apart. The next pass found a thicker pocket. She hooked it forward slowly, breathing through the soreness while pale clumps washed over her knuckles and swirled between her feet. Tsujo had filled her twice. Apparently, her body had spent the night hoarding half of it.

Male laughter sounded beyond the partition just as she pushed her fingers in again.

Nearly twenty Marines rounded the corner with towels over their shoulders and soap tucked beneath their arms. The first men stopped so suddenly that those behind walked into them. Conversation vanished beneath the hiss and patter of the showers.

At first Tashigi saw only a wall of skin-colored blurs. Then she dragged her glasses down from her hair.

Faces snapped into focus. So did broad chests, wet stomachs, dark nests of hair, dangling cocks, and the compact weight of balls beneath them. Every man was looking at his naked Sergeant Major. She was still squatting with her knees wide and two fingers buried in her pussy, a milky strand slipping from the opening around them.

Somebody swallowed. The sound carried absurdly well. Oh. This was the men’s shower…

Tashigi drew out her hand and rose. Nakedness itself meant little; an Unencumbered Blade practitioner could hardly tremble over bare skin after accepting the freedom it gave the body. Thick pirate cum dripping from her fingers was another matter. Heat burned from her throat to her cheeks while the shower ran over her breasts and washed one last white streak down her inner thigh.

Rank came to her rescue. "Stop blocking the entrance. The women’s side was… out of order! You came here to wash, so wash. Anyone late to embarkation can explain the delay to Captain Smoker."

She felt her stomach flutter a bit at the stupid lie, but it was highly unlikely she’d be called on it as they all were leaving very soon.

Men scattered toward the taps. One clipped a bench with his shin while trying to turn his hips away; another attempted to cover himself with a washcloth, then discovered he needed the same hand for his soap. By the time his neighbor shoved him beneath the water, Tashigi had stepped back into her own spray and arranged her face into the calm expression of a woman who had most definitely chosen this room deliberately.

Clear lenses made maintaining that fiction difficult. Everywhere she looked, naked male bodies crowded the steam. Their soft cocks varied in color and shape, but little in consequence. A narrow one rested over tight, high balls. Foreskin swallowed another almost to the tip. The longest hung only a little beyond its scrotum, while most didn’t clear the small sacs behind them. None possessed the weight that had made Tsujo's soft cock swing when he walked.

The staring changed them. As gazes crept over her breasts, down her stomach, and between her legs, blood thickened the dangling flesh. Heads emerged from foreskins. Veins darkened. One shaft climbed toward its owner's navel while he pretended to examine a crack in the wall, and another rose in short, betraying pulses each time water ran from Tashigi's nipple.

Once they were hard, the Marines’ cocks all looked basically average. Most were about as long as her hand and about as thick as two fingers pressed together, with small or ordinary balls hanging beneath them. Her two former lovers had possessed the same kind of dicks. Cocks like these could penetrate a woman, give her some pleasure, and pump enough semen into her pussy to get her pregnant. None of them was remotely large enough to fill her the way Tsujo had or give her a Big Dickgasm.

At the far wall, one unfortunate ensign had even less. His erection quivered at perhaps two inches, a pink little thing perched above balls drawn tight with embarrassment. Looking at it, Tashigi could picture only the head nosing into a woman's entrance before surrendering a thin spurt near the opening. Tsujo's load was still washing out of her after a night and a second bath. The ensign's contribution would vanish into all that room without troubling her deeper muscles at all.

Her hand closed around her breast.

The ensign noticed. His tiny cock twitched, and scarlet flooded his face.

Annoyed, Tashigi made herself let go. When a woman's thoughts turned sexual, her hands found her breasts. Anyone could recognize the tell. Among so many staring men, every unconscious squeeze confessed the nature of her thoughts while leaving them to imagine she was thinking about theirs for incorrect reasons!

Soap slid across her chest in slow white trails. She lifted one breast to wash beneath its weight, then the other, feeling attention gather as her palms worked over the curves and brushed her nipples. What began as ordinary bathing changed once she noticed the response. Her hands lingered. Another pair of cocks thickened.

With one heel on her stool, she soaped her calf and continued up the inside of her thigh. The stance opened her pussy toward half the room. A foreskinned shaft lengthened under her gaze until its dark head appeared, only for its owner to turn into the wall as though ashamed of what she had drawn from him.

The retreat pricked at her.

She lowered her foot, raised both arms to rinse her hair, and let the posture lift her breasts. Turning to replace the soap, she put a little more roll into her hips than the movement needed. The bar slipped anyway. When she bent to retrieve it, she went all the way down, legs straight and ass raised, exposing the swollen lips between them. Cool air reached her wet pussy. Another cloudy bead gathered there, stretched, and dropped to the tile.

Behind her, silence pressed harder than any stare.

She stood too quickly and nearly lost the soap again. To cover the awkwardness, she scrubbed one shoulder with the severe concentration of a cadet performing inspection drill. A stern young officer was trying to display herself while pretending she had no idea she was doing it, and every nervous correction made the attempt more obvious. By the time she turned around, almost every cock in the room stood hard.

And still they hid.

Washclothes shifted across groins. Hips angled away. Men who had charged armed smugglers stared at drains rather than meet the eyes of one naked woman. Their behavior was correct. Tashigi remained their Sergeant Major whether she wore her uniform or stood dripping beneath a shower. An erection was involuntary; what a Marine chose to do with it was a matter of discipline and character. Her breasts, bare ass, and exposed pussy granted them no privileges over her body.

She should have been pleased with them. Instead, irritation tightened beneath her ribs. What had she expected? If one of them crossed the room, grabbed her hips, and pressed his cock against the pussy she had just displayed, she would break his wrist and put him on report. That certainty remained absolute. But for some reason a part of her wanted to see them struggle not to touch her. She wanted a stare held until good judgment dragged it away, a body that leaned toward her before its owner forced it back, desire powerful enough to give restraint weight. The men around her simply covered themselves like nervous boys.

The contradiction worsened when she thought of Tsujo. He had done everything she would punish these men for attempting. He had groped her, embarrassed her, put her hand around his cock, and moved her body wherever he wanted it. From one of her subordinates, the first act would have ended the encounter. With Tsujo, every new obscenity had somehow remained part of an encounter she continued. His behavior had infuriated her without ever crossing the invisible boundary that should have made her stop him.

Why had she reacted so differently to him? Her gaze dropped to the erections around her. These men wanted her, but their bodies inspired none of the strange inevitability she had felt beside Tsujo. Their cocks were ordinary handfuls rising above modest balls. Tsujo's had hung nearly to his knee even while soft, a heavy slab of meat whose erect form jutted from his narrow hips like a ship's prow. Its base had been too thick for her hands to close around.

His balls seemed even more absurd in memory. They had swung beneath that colossal shaft in a dense, pendulous sac, still looking full after he had emptied himself inside her twice. Looking around the shower, Tashigi suffered the irrational impression that every modest scrotum in the room could be gathered together without equaling the grand weight Tsujo had carried between his thighs.

How could a man burdened with that much virility behave like these Marines? How could he avert his eyes, cover himself with a towel, and pretend those great balls asked nothing of him? His body had looked built to demand, insist, grope, and fuck.

Tashigi rebuked herself immediately. Testicles issued no commands. Cock size granted no rights over a woman's body, any more than owning a fine sword made someone an honorable swordsman. She knew that better than most people alive.

Her sore pussy remained unconvinced. Tsujo's touch had made her wet. His insistence had carried her into acts she would never have imagined choosing that morning. When his cock entered her, her body had opened around it and experienced pleasure so violent that every earlier sexual memory seemed pale beside it.

Perhaps the difference lay within the woman as much as the man. Perhaps a woman's body recognized a truly great cock before her conscious mind understood what she was seeing. The same attention that inspired outrage from an ordinary man might awaken something else when it came from a man carrying a cock and balls that belonged to another class.

The explanation reconciled everything with suspicious ease. These Marines would be wrong to touch her because they were ordinary men with ordinary desires. Tsujo had been something else, and her own surrender seemed to prove it. Tashigi refused to promote that thought into a principle. It remained only a question, hot and persistent beneath every proper objection.

Iron Cock. Loguetown meant the pirate when it used the name. For one shameful beat, Tashigi felt the title settle upon the cock itself.

Both hands seized her breasts. Three Marines noticed, their expressions making plain what they thought she was considering. She released herself and tried to reach for duty, only for another swordsman to intrude.

Rain had plastered Zoro's white briefs to his hips beneath the three swords at his side. If he entered now and found her squatting naked, Tashigi could not imagine him hiding behind a towel. Perhaps he would look straight at her. Perhaps he would dismiss her body entirely and make her furious by washing as though she were another man. She could even picture him coming close with the same calm certainty he had shown after defeating her. Each possibility felt more like Zoro than the nervous retreat surrounding her.

What, then, had those wet briefs concealed?

Her right hand gripped her breast. Somewhere nearby, a soap struck the floor.

"Finish washing and report to your stations," Tashigi ordered, snatching her hand down. "The ship sails today. Anyone still here when the harbor bell sounds will spend the voyage cleaning bilges."

Under the pressure of her glare, heads turned and bodies hurried. She rinsed, dried, wound a clean fundoshi between her legs, and buckled Shigure at her hip. Boots and the open Marine coat restored the familiar lines of the Unencumbered Blade.

Silence held until her footsteps disappeared down the corridor. Then someone released a long whistle, another Marine laughed, and the tension collapsed throughout the shower room.

“Since when did she get that sexy?”

The question came from a young seaman whose erection still pointed toward the doorway. He wrapped his hand around it and began stroking without waiting for an answer.

A corporal turned the water over his own cock. “You serious? She’s always prancing around in that thong with her tits out!”

“I don’t mean just her body. The way she looked at us. The way she walked. She bent over and spread her legs until we could see everything.”

“She was washing.”

“She took twice as long to wash her ass as she did her hair.”

Several men laughed. The young seaman continued jerking, his wet fist moving steadily from the base of his cock to the swollen head.

A Marine beside him shifted away from the spray. “Point that toward the drain.”

“I am.”

“You’re pointing it at my foot.”

The seaman adjusted his hips and resumed. Other hands had begun drifting toward erections throughout the room. Nobody seemed inclined to object beyond concerns about aim and the approaching muster.

A broad-shouldered Marine rubbed his palm slowly over his cockhead. “It felt like she wanted us to fuck her.”

That claim drew louder reactions.

“Right. Sergeant Major Tashigi wanted two squads of apes to line up and run a train on her.”

“You saw her grab those tits while she stared at our cocks.”

“She would have broken your jaw if you touched her.”

“Maybe. Still felt like she wanted somebody to try.”

The corporal beneath the water scoffed. “Then you should have volunteered. We could have visited you in the infirmary before sailing.”

“I didn’t say she wanted me.”

That distinction earned him a round of abuse.

Another Marine had remained unusually quiet. He stood near the center of the room, working soap over one shoulder while listening to the others. “It might be the Big Dickgasm.”

Several heads turned.

“The what?”

“You know, a Big Dickgasm,” the Marine said. “It’s what happens when a woman gets fucked by a cock so fucking huge her body can barely handle it. Giant cock, fish-man cock, one of those freak humans like this Tsujo guy, hung down to his knees. Women can stretch around all of it. If it gets deep enough, her pussy goes nuts, cums her fucking brains out for like five minutes straight. Most of us could fuck the same woman every day for twenty years and never give her one.”

A man near the wall grimaced. “That’s fucking depressing.”

“That’s what Iron Cock Tsujo gave her yesterday. I heard it from Georgio, and Georgio was guarding the scaffold.”

The young seaman slowed his fist enough to listen.

The Marine continued. “He saw her run naked across the square with his cum down both legs. She climbed Roger’s scaffold, got on her knees, and polished that pirate’s cock in front of everyone. Then she took the King’s Run position and let him fuck her from behind.”

“He actually saw that?”

“He was standing at the bottom of the scaffold. He heard everything she screamed. She told Tsujo she loved his sword. Kept shouting about how deep it was and how she couldn’t stop cumming.”

A man near the wall groaned and closed his fist around his erection.

The storyteller nodded toward him. “Exactly. Georgio said it was a real Big Dickgasm, no joke. Tsujo’s cock went so deep it changed her.”

“Changed her how?”

“Turns women into sluts. Everyone knows that.”

“No, everyone does not know that.”

“It fucks some of the intelligence out of them too,” the Marine continued with complete confidence. “A woman has one of those huge orgasms around a cock like Tsujo’s, and afterward she gets simpler. Hornier. Starts thinking with her pussy.”

A petty officer stared at him. “That is the stupidest thing I have ever heard.”

“It happens. Women can’t take that much cock into their bodies without it doing something to their brains.”

“Her brain is not stored between her legs.”

“Then explain what just happened!”

The petty officer opened his mouth, paused, and frowned.

The theory was complete nonsense, pieced together from dockside superstition and the confident inventions of men who had never witnessed a Big Dickgasm.

One Marine began ticking evidence off on wet fingers. “Yesterday she was the sword-obsessed Sergeant Major. Then Tsujo fucked her, gave her this Big Dickgasm, and today she walks into the men’s bath, fingers pirate cum out of her pussy, and tries to make all of us hard.”

“She walked into the wrong bath.”

“She seemed like she knew exactly where she was.”

“Yea, and the Sergeant Major can’t see for shit without her glasses. She just weren’t going to admit the mistake in front of us.”

“Or because she wanted to see our cocks.”

The young seaman’s hand accelerated again. “I think the Big Dickgasm made her hotter.”

“Made her sluttier.”

“Same result from where I was standing.”

“She’s been Captain Smoker’s slut for years,” someone said.

A few Marines objected out of habit, though nobody sounded genuinely shocked.

“She is his Sergeant Major.”

“She can be both.”

“Smoker grabs her tits in the middle of briefings.”

“And she keeps serving under him.”

The corporal abandoned the tap and wrapped his hand around his erection. “Maybe that’s why she knew how to put on a show. Captain trained her.”

“Then Tsujo borrowed Smoker’s slut and broke her in properly.”

“Don’t let Captain Smoker hear you say that.”

“He’ll say worse to her face.”

“He’s probably going to smell Ole Iron Cock’s cum the moment she reports.”

Another man laughed. “Smoker will fuck the pirate out of her.”

The image moved through the room. Several fists began pumping faster.

The young seaman leaned against the wall, staring at the empty doorway while remembering Tashigi bent fully at the waist. Her wet ass had risen toward him, and her swollen pussy had remained visible between her thighs while another man’s cum dripped from it.

His balls tightened.

“She wanted cock,” he insisted. “Maybe not ours, but she wanted it.”

He came before anyone could answer. Thick semen shot across the tiles and landed beside the drain in several white ropes.

A Marine jumped back. “You missed my foot by an inch.”

“Then stop standing so close.”

His ejaculation encouraged the others. The broad-shouldered Marine stroked himself harder while imagining Tashigi’s palms squeezing her breasts. Another pictured her naked King’s Run across the square, tits bouncing while Tsujo’s cum streamed down her legs.

Cocks jerked throughout the room. Semen struck walls, stomachs, fists, and wet tiles before the shower water carried it toward the gutters.

There were still complaints.

“Watch your aim.”

“We have muster.”

“Who came on the soap?”

Mostly, everyone understood.

When the last man finished, they washed their hands, turned the taps off, and began dressing. The rumors went with them.

By the time the first squad reached the pier, the confirmed details from the scaffold and the invented effects of the Big Dickgasm had become a single story. Iron Cock Tsujo had fucked some of the sense out of Captain Smoker’s slut, and now Sergeant Major Tashigi had started displaying herself to rooms full of men because one extraordinary cock had taught her what her pussy wanted.