The Bet-Bet Fruit

The walk along The Gran Tesero’s ‘entrance’ pier was lengthy enough to really think about how shit this whole floating city was.

Never in Doll’s life had she seen such a disgusting hive of pirate chicanery masquerading as something so blindingly gaudy. A real diamond crusted turd, floating in the ocean, with the flies of sin swarming to it to play their games and gamble what little worth they still held in this world away.

It sickened her.

And not just because she was a goth on a ship known for its shiny gold… well, everything.

It sickened her morally to be here, a marine amongst pirates. It sickened her emotionally to see the Celestial Dragons, walking around atop their slave mounts. And it sickened her physically to be forced to wear this scarlet red dress that hugged her curves and cut so it presented nearly her whole bosom with matching right leg in its entirety. Had this not been a secret undercover mission to make a connection from a reluctant informant, she’d be far away from here.

She sighed. At least they’d let her keep her studded collar and cigarettes. Before she reached the entrance to the casino proper she sparked one up, analysing the structure for the horrid blight it was.

The Gran Tesero was still a recognised nation by the World Government. She arguably could be here officially, but then the informant would never have met with her. Her Vice Admiral status would definitely cause a stir, making the pirates fear their safety and flee in droves, including the informant. There were others more capable of finalising this deal, but Doll had elected herself. It meant she could see the scum for herself to harden her own resolve, while also finding out more about Gild Tesoro. Former slave, connections to the Donquixote Pirates, potentially wielder of the Gold-

“Oh, wow! You’re fucking bonkers hot! Wanna shag?”

Doll didn't even look at the stranger smelling of booze and failure, casually waving him on while still taking a drag of smoke. “Not interested.”.

The man whined pathetically. “Aw, come on! Don't be like that, Sugartits! I'm a great guy! I bet ol Vulgaris can show you a real good time if you give me a chance?”

She finally turned to him, being even more unimpressed by the visuals than the voice.

“Nerdy, short, pot belly, glasses with no visible pupils, loose grey sweat pants, combover, weak flabby arms, sweaty, male-barely, horrible breath, awful social skills, assumed virgin-”

“What the fuck?!” he finally cut her off, “That was way too fucking far, bitch!”

“Then leave. You are not wanted here.”

“Fuck that!” he yelled, stamping his feet like a petulant child, “I’m not a virgin! I bet I could get ten women to cum by the end of the night!”

His constant screeching was starting to attract a crowd. This was, annoyingly, getting to be a problem. If her informant ran off because of this fat idiot then the trip would be a waste. She’d elected herself specifically so she could confirm the success of this mission, it would look very bad on a Vice Admiral failing a simple undercover mission like this.

“Fine I ‘apologise’,” she snarled, pumping her fist full of Haki before aiming it at him. “Now leave before I have to get rid of you myself.”

“Violence is prohibited here!” he shot back, “You attack me, you never get to go inside the casino!”

The bouncers were close. She had no idea if his bluff was true or not, but she didn’t have the time nor patience for this shit. Better to just placate the problem then kick his ass later, “...what do you want? A kiss?”

He huffed, considering the offer for a second before shoving his hand forwards, “Take the bet.”

“What?”

“I can make ten women cum by midnight.”

Was he serious? Why was this fucking idiot the thing causing issues right now? It was already dark outside, around nine pm, he barely had enough time to meet ten women, let alone seduce and bed them to climax. This was also disregarding his appalling, well, everything. The odds would be ten trillion to one for him to even getting one woman to cum, let alone ten.

Doll shrugged, happy to call this a win and focus on real things, “Fine, just-”

His hand snapped away before she could shake it.

“No interfering or you forfeit. If you win, I’ll strip naked in the fountain and fist myself in the ass. If I win, you fall in love with me. Deal?”

His hand lowered, and Doll could only grimace in horror at the sight of it.

“I ain’t fisted myself before, if that’s what’s worrying ya. But I will keep bothering you until you accept the bet.”

This was beyond stupid.

Like, beyond asinine.

Were pirates all like this? Were all men like this? She sighed long and hard, putting her cigarette out under her red high heels before finally shaking his gross disgusting hand.

“As long as you leave me alone, I’ll take any ‘bet’ you want.”

His grin seemed to leave the confines of his face, spreading farther than she thought possible. “Hehe, I can’t wait to win your heart, Sugartits~”

---

The air inside the Gran Tesero was a miasma of spilled champagne, shattered dreams, and the desperate hum of high-stakes gambling. It was everything Doll hated, amplified a thousand times, but she stayed professional. Keeping a placid smile on her face to play the role of an overly enthused patron. The cigarette she'd lit on the pier was now a sweet memory, her last moment of solitude before diving head first into this moral cesspool.

For the next hour she simply mingled. Took a few low stakes bets with the Marine’s corporately approved beli, had an overpriced drink, made just enough of an effort to chat with staff. Her contact would be watching her. Making sure this wasn’t a sting operation. She needed his information more than she needed him behind bars, that would be another day.

Doll knew what he looked like, but also knew he would only let her see him if he trusted her.

Eventually, that trust was earned.

A soft whistle danced through the air, the sound of astounded patrons clapping at some commotion on the baccarat table. She approached saunteringly, keeping a shake to her hips the whole way.

He was there, sitting in front of a mountain of gold chips piled up. Despite the rabble around him hooting and hollering, his expression was as flat and unreadable as a calm sea. He was handsome, in a sharp suit with a sharper jaw line. A humble smile mixed with chill confidence to an almost dangerous degree, looking nothing like the flashy peacocks strutting around the casino. His dark hair was neatly styled and slicked back. Adjusting his bow tie and cuffs before taking another sip of his shaken martini. He was, bizarrely, exactly Doll’s type made flesh. As she approached, he won another hand, earning another wave of praise from the drunken oafs around him.

“Quite the lucky streak,” Doll said, her voice low and smooth as she slid into one of the empty seats beside him. “Mr…?”

“They say luck is a skill,” he replied, not giving his name immediately but locking eyes with her. “I usually tell them to leave superstitions at the door. But then… how would I explain my lucky day to be sitting next to such a stunning vision?”

Doll smiled back at him. It was her job to keep him interested and engaged with her, but then, why couldn’t she enjoy the attention a little?

He snapped his fingers, placing a coin on a tray then pointing at Doll before a waitress quickly handed her a fancy martini like his own. She rose a glass, tinking it against his before they both took a sip, never breaking eye contact for even a second.

“The name’s Yield. Max Yield.”

“Doll.”

“Aren’t you just?”

She gave a light exhale, “You think you’re the first to ever use that one?”

“Maybe the first to ever not get smacked by using it.”

There was an electricity between them that seemed to radiate up the room. The patrons who were watching Max do his bets were now watching on in awe as the suave gentleman instantly began calmly rizzing up the hot beauty in a red dress.

The flirt continued for a while. Doll making bets against Max, Max asking Doll to blow on his dice before throwing, a tit for tat dance that kept both smiling throughout. Compared to the crude pirates around her, this man did at least have some class. It helped that he too didn’t seem to think much of this place, accusing it of having mediocre booze and terrible ambiance.

“Another win. Seems your ‘skill’ is unmatched,” said Doll, watching as he collected yet another pile of gold to his collection.

He seemed nonplussed by the game, keeping a watchful eye on the marine, “While this easy game has its charms, I’d rather be showing you my skills in other areas, Ms. Doll.”

“Why Max, if I were a betting woman I’d say you were trying to get me to your hotel room.”

“I’d settle for yours, if you’d prefer,” he shot back. “Besides, skills can only get someone so far in life. I prefer to dance with a little more… leverage.”

It was a subtle shift in tone. A recognition of who Doll was, masking as clever word play. The information that Doll was seeking from him about Tesoro and Doflamingo. Max knew the danger he was in, never letting the mask drop even for a second, but under this falsity those walls could come down just enough for her advantage. They’d never be able to share the info under the watchful eye of the house. Doll slipped out her spare hotel room key from her bra, sliding it towards Max seductively.

“Room 203, I’m sure we can both provide each other the leverage we-”

“SUGARTITS! I DID IT!”

Oh for fuck’s sake.

The spell was broken. Max's expression soured, the guarded walls slamming back into place as he recoiled from the approaching letch. Doll's face tightened, losing her seductive veneer of a fancy girl as it twitched with unadulterated goth girl fury.

Vulgaris splatted himself down on the seat next to hers. She tried to not even look at him, but he was clearly incapable of taking a hint.

“I’m up to four women!” he wheezed, holding up his grubby fingers that seemed to drip onto the table’s surface. Doll could only assume that was sweat. “Four women! I made four hot babes cum already! A dealer, a waitress, and two busty ladies in big hats with feathers on top! Ahead of schedule, eh? You fallen in love with me yet?”

Doll tried to keep herself locked into Max, the man still not taking her hotel room key, but he was too busy looking between them in confusion. For a suave informant he was surprisingly shaken easily. Why was he even dignifying this worm with nervous energy? The fatass that was clearly, CLEARLY, lying through his teeth to get her attention? Four women? Him? In just over an hour? It was a fabrication so pathetic it was almost impressive.

Finally Doll turned towards him, getting her face right into his business. “Get. Away. From me,” she snarled, her voice dripping with venom.

“Just giving a progress report on our bet, Sugartits,” he chuckled, trying to lean in for the kiss before she poked his abdomen beneath the table with a cake spoon. “Woah! No threatening, remember? I need to be able to seduce women and make em quiver down in their lady parts to the best of my abilities. If you interfere then you forfeit the bet!”

Vulgaris swiped her martini and gulped the last of it in one go. The sheer cliche of his loud burp afterwards was perhaps more annoying than the smell.

Max went to move, “I, uh…”

“H-hold on!” she whined, trying to hand the key to him directly. “This man is simply a pest that won’t leave! I still need the info-uh, l-leverage.”

“Ah! So that’s your game!” Vulgaris chuckled, “Poor gal wants one last dance with some pretty boy before she falls for me forever. I get it. It’s only fair with how many chicks I’m bedding tonight!” He casually walked around Doll to Max, much to her chagrin. With a smirk, looking up at the taller and more broad shouldered man like he wasn’t a fat goblin by comparison, Vulgaris shunted his hand out again towards Max. “How bout this, kiddo? I bet Sugartits here will blow you back in her hotel room. If I win, you tell her everything she wants. If she doesn’t, then you can have her heart come midnight. Deal?”

“Uh, okay. Sure.”

Doll felt weird about Max shaking his hand so casually. Max looked a little too happy about the deal, like he’d won big just by shaking Vulgaris’ hand. Why would making a deal with the little freak matter?

She didn’t have time to question it, as Max quickly swiped her hotel key from her hand.

“Room 203, right? Let’s go!”

---

The blowjob had broken whatever spell Doll had been feeling for the charming Max.

He wasn’t really very big, nor much of a man of stamina, plus he tasted like he’d spent most of the night applying every soap and perfume to his crotch. It was pungent to put her nose in his crotch to an overbearing degree.

At least it was quick. As soon as she had her breasts out for him it looked like Max would yield right into his pants, the witty man from downstairs a distant memory compared to the lewd faces he was pulling when seeing her tits. Still, this was her job as a marine, and if she had to spit the watery jizz of a few informants down the sink every few months that was the price of peace.

Besides, as soon as it was over, Max sang like a canary.

She ran out of space on her tone dial recording all the information he was spurting. Didn’t even raise his pants, just lay back on her hotel room bed and revealed every bit of information that Doll asked about.

“-Baby 5 could be defeated by a single man treating her right. Sugar could be defeated by something scary going ‘boo’. Gild Tesoro is plotting to take down Doflamingo if he can collect enough gold. Doflamingo has many contingencies, anytime you’re talking to him it’s probably a string clone. Vulgaris ate the Bet-Bet Fruit. Baccarat is a virg-”

“Wait!” she snapped, suddenly feeling a cold twist in her stomach, “W-what was that about Vulgaris?!”

“Oh, yeah. I was surprised you made a bet with him,” said Max, clicking his tongue in mild pity. “He’s a Bet-Bet man. If he takes a bet then whatever he bets on will happen. Nobody messes with that guy. If he makes the right bet he could defeat Whitebeard with a flip of a coin.”

Doll gulped. This couldn’t be real, could it? “You’re kidding… how is he not on the Marine’s radar?!”

“He made a bet that all records of him were destroyed. Likes to have his fun quietly, that guy.”

“I…” could he really do that? Devil Fruits were ridiculous, but surely nothing could do something so powerful like erasing all mention of his existence?

Or making her fall in love with him?

“Hey! Where are you going? I thought you were going to leverage me all night! I wanna be spanked, Doll!”

She frowned, barely giving him the courtesy of slowing down while hurrying back to the casino, “Thanks for the information, Mr Yield.”

---

Doll had also stolen Max’s shoes, finally not needing to waltz in stupid heels, she could rush around looking for Vulgaris properly.

It didn’t take too long, sticking out among the flashy public like the smudge on the road he was. He was just whistling, waltzing past the craps table while surveying the other casino goers.

Doll grabbed him by the back of his sweaty shirt, spinning him around to face her. “What number are you on?” she hissed, her voice dangerously low.

Vulgaris smirked, “Eight.”

“Show me the ninth,” she glared at him.

“Sure thing, Sugartits!” His eyes lit up with a perverse glee. “Heh. It’s right kinky. Wanting to watch, I like it.” He scanned the room, his gaze landing on a woman sitting alone at a bar, exuding an aura of cool intelligence and quiet confidence. She had long black hair in a ponytail, a striking hourglass figure, wearing a well cut pure white dress with blue feather boa, reading a book with a serene and unbothered expression. “Her. She'll do.”

Doll followed him over, her skepticism reaching new heights. The woman was, to put it mildly, way out of Vulgaris's league.

“Evening, my mysterious dark-haired goddess!” Vulgaris began, his voice slick with false charm. “Wanna make a bet?”

The woman, Nico Robin, slowly lowered her book. Her sharp, analytical eyes taking in the spectacle before her. If she was nervous about the Marine hovering over the nerdy looking loser she didn’t show it. Doll wasn’t allowed to just outright arrest someone as high calibur as the Demon Child alone, so she just hovered. Robin arched an eyebrow with a small smile on her face.

“A wager? What do you propose?” she asked politely.

“It's simple!” he insisted, pulling a grimy gold coin from his pocket. “I will flip this coin three times. If I can land on heads three times in a row, you will have the most powerful, mind-shattering, pussy-quaking, juice-spraying orgasm of your fucking life! Right here, right as the coin lands, right in front of Sugartits.”

Doll huffed. A pang of worry at his confidence. If he could make the pirate cum with just that…

Robin's other eyebrow joined the first, considering the offer. “And if you fail?”

“If I fail,” he said with a dramatic flourish, “I will go to the main fountain outside, strip naked, and fist my own ass for all to see!”

“That’s the same thing you bet me!” Doll snipped.

Vulgaris shrugged, “So what? I don’t wanna do it twice.”

“How amusing you two are,” Nico Robin chuckled quietly. “Is this some sort of sexual stage show? That seems like a forfeit I don’t particularly wish to participate in.” There, done. He didn’t have any power over others. He was just a weird little idiot that was probably scamming her with that ‘cool’ guy Max… “However, if your manager requires you to flip your coin then I’ll allow it.”

“It’s a deal!” Vulgaris beamed, quickly snapping Robin’s hand from her and shaking it.

Vulgaris grinned and flipped the coin. It soared into the air, catching the casino lights, and landed on the velvet table with a soft clink. Heads.

Robin's smile didn't waver. “My my, how lucky.”

He flipped again. Heads.

Doll's heart began to pound. This was impossible. It was a one-in-four chance. Her eyes narrowed, focusing on the coin in his hand. As he prepared for the third flip, she caught a sight of the other side of the coin.

“Wait,” she snapped, swiping the coin from his hand.

Vulgaris clicked his tongue, “Hey! Are you interfering?! That’s a forfeit, Sugartits!”

Doll quickly rotated the coin for all to see. Both sides were identical, stamped with the grinning face of Gild Tesoro. “You cheating little bastard! It's a double-headed coin!”

“Oh wow. So it is.” Vulgaris fake his shock, not a shred of shame on his face. “But a bet's a bet. And she agreed to the terms.”

Doll looked at Robin, expecting outrage, but the dark-haired woman simply shrugged, her expression one of mild curiosity. “Is this still part of the show? If not, then I suppose it is my fault for not realising the odds were so against me,” she giggled. “A deal is a deal in the end.”

Doll hated pirates.

Vulgaris snapped the coin back and flipped the coin a third time.

Heads.

As if it could be anything else.

They both stared at Robin, and for a moment nothing happened.

Then she blushed.

A gasp of air.

Robin's eyes widened. Her hands tightened onto the bar, her knuckles turning white. Suddenly the calm amused girl was replaced with a screaming slut, pussy juice bursting right through her panties and spraying against the lower wood of the bar. Her body twisted in pleasure, nipples poking through her thin dress. She threw her head back, deep voice groaning out to the heavens as she came harder than she ever had in her life.

“M-my my…” Robin panted, finally coming down from her high, “I… I may need t-to excuse myself…”

The pirate waddled away, awkwardly holding her leaking crotch as if it wasn’t all Vulgaris’ fault that she was like this.

“Nine,” he sneered.

It was. It was all his fault. The Bet-Bet Fruit was real… and Doll had bet her heart.

“W-what do you want?” she asked quietly.

He tilted his head, “What’s that?”

“I’m a Vice Admiral of the Marines,” Doll admitted, “I can get you anything you need. Money? Fame? Power?”

“You trying to stop me? I let the last one slide, but you will legit forfeit if you do it again. That means I win automatically.” He chuckled. She feared that was the case, considering how much he kept bringing that possibility up.

“I’m bribing you to throw the bet,” she hissed, looking over to the grand center of the casino, “You only have one hour left. You don’t need to do anything.”

“I’d need to fist my ass,” he reminded her. Leaving her at the bar so he could pursue woman nine, “Which, by the way, ain’t one of my kinks. But it is one helluva motivator to win.”

How was she supposed to get him to want to throw? He had his own carrot and stick pre-built into the deal… “I’ll… I’ll fist myself next to you. No one will be looking at you.”

“Ooh~ that’s a fun idea, Sugartits!” he laughed, “Maybe I’ll ask you to do that when you’re head over heels for me.”

What the hell was she supposed to do?! She could only watch as he confidently walked away from her. Sure in the knowledge that all it would take is one bet and a coin flip to make Doll fall in love with him… and trying to stop him only secured his victory.

“Hey! Did you just do what I think you did to Robin?!”

Salvation appeared in the form of a busty ginger woman.

Catburglar Nami. Another Straw Hat was frowning at Vulgaris. Doll edged closer to the pair, making sure not to take part in whatever was happening just in case. The angry woman would surely beat the shit out of the toad for using a Devil Fruit on her nakama, then he wouldn’t be able to find a tenth woman in time! Doll would be free! A loophole from his own actions and why was Nami bending over for him?

“I guess you really can make Robin-chan cum! I lost that bet! Darn, I really wanted all that beli!”

Doll watched in horror as Vulgaris easily flipped the woman’s dress upwards to reveal her wagging rear, the bulbous peach of ultimate despair that would tie her to him forever.

“Naww, you’ll get me next time, Nami-chwan!” Vulgaris chuckled, reaching forwards to shift her panties and beginning to finger her slit next to the slots. There was no attempt to make him stop, no slap to the face nor kick in the nuts. Nami just casually bent at the hip while her catburglar pussy got fingered for all to see.

“What the hell?!” Doll snarled, stomping over to the pair as Vulgaris had his way with a pirate worth sixty six million beli. “Why the hell are you bending over for him!?”

Nami looked over her shoulder with a lowered eyebrow, then she shrugged, “He made a bet with me. If he could get Robin to cum before midnight then he could do anything he wants with my body, even choosing when I cum. How could I refuse when he put up fifty million BELI?!” Her whole body quaked as his fingers shunted in and out, making her legs shake about in pleasure.

“Looks like Nami the Tenth is only a minute away from cumming! Making you all mine, Sugartits~!” Vulgaris laughed openly, reaching down to start chewing the giant bubble butt wiggling in front of him. He could make her cum at any moment, this was just showboating. And motorboating. It was pissing Doll off.

“Stop this!”

“Nah.”

“Ahn~!”

“At least… at least make it more interesting!”

That made Vulgaris pause.

“Hm?” he looked up at her, not taking his hands off Nami’s ass.

“This is too easy!” Doll barked, trying to appease his natural showmanship. “You’re just cheating with your powers! If you’re gonna make me fall in love with you forever, you should at least… have sex with the last one to prove you can make them cum!”

It was a gamble, but one that thankfully paid off.

“...alright. Why not?” Vulgaris shrugged, thinking he had plenty of time left anyway. “Nami, let’s go to my-”

Doll grabbed his wrist, “Not her.”

Vulgaris opened his mouth to retort, but the complaint died in his throat when he saw Doll’s blushing face. Pouting and angry, she knew only one way to delay this was to throw herself in front of it.

“Trying to get me to cum won’t be forfeiting, will it?” she asked.

Vulgaris grinned wide.

“No. It ain’t.”

- - - - - -

11:17 PM.

Forty three minutes. That’s all the delay that had to take place. Doll had to not cum for forty three minutes and she’d be watching this disgusting man fisting his ass in the fountain with a victory in her heart.

Nami had been told to wait her turn until the morning, dismissing her while telling her to stay ‘on the edge of cumming’ until he saw her again. Doll could only trust he’d keep his word to have her be the tenth woman and not activate his powers on Nami from a distance.

The Bet-Bet Fruit clearly had crazy abilities that Doll couldn’t fully comprehend, but the one thing she believed to be true is he had to actually make the bet for it to work, and for both parties to agree to the terms. That’s why he was so insistent to shake her hand earlier. Because of this, he couldn’t just bet to himself ‘I bet you cum the next time you bend your pinkie’ and it instantly occur. He would need Doll to shake on it first. So if she never agreed to another bet he wouldn’t be able to use his powers, which meant her fate lay upon just on how good he was at sex rather than his devil fruit.

She held onto the hope that he had only made nine other women cum from this cheat device, so making him work for it would be his undoing.

Until he opened his hotel room door.

It was the same design as the one she’d been in with Max earlier. Red velvet sheets, king sized bed, large window to overlook the shimmering moon stained ocean, and a comfortable chair to sit in.

But the comparison ended there, as this chair had a dark skinned naked redhead covered with jizz in it. She looked passed out, eyes white with mouth agape as she twitched occasionally.

“Ah yeah, ignore Baccarat-chan,” said Vulgaris, taking a blanket and throwing it over her. “Had some fun with her while you ‘n that pretty boy got busy. She’s so eager to prove her luck powers are better than my betting powers, I thought I’d show her that I don’t even need my powers to fuck her into the ground. I guess that makes her pretty lucky after all, huh?”

“N-no powers…?” she mumbled, the last of her hope slowly dwindling at the sight of the complete mind blown beauty.

“Come on, Sugartits! Let me see those sweet puppies already!” said Vulgaris, jumping on his bed like a child’s first time in a hotel. “I won’t make a bet with ya, but you have to do as I say or else you forfeit! So strip already!”

It unfortunately made sense that she’d be at his mercy here. If she wasn’t ‘willingly’ participating in this event it would impede his progress. To throw herself atop the fire she had to be willing to burn.

At least the hotel room was (mostly) private.

Doll followed his orders, but didn’t make it sexy. Her shoes kicked off quickly, her panties pulled down before her dress, and then a quick up and over removal of the dress itself. Yet even that made Vulgaris hoot and holler in perverted praise. She tried to block out his appreciation for her tattoos, puffy pussy, belly button, all of it. Even when he told her to keep the studded collar on so ‘he could break it himself’. Disguesting. Vulgaris became unbearable when the bra was tossed aside, ordering her to walk over and let him suck her nipples.

As slimy and gross as he was, wasting his time with tasks like that was best. She let him lie back on the bed and leaned over him, gently drifting her chest left and right so that he could feel the weight of them and let his extended tongue lap at them.

This was just a mission. That’s what she had to tell herself. A standard Marine mission to seduce a gross diplomat, or another mission to sexually satisfy a Celestial Dragon that thought goths were hot. God knows how many of those she’d had to do.

No way in hell his tongue would ever be enough to make her cum. Sure, the sheer hunger and voracity he displayed was stimulating, but remembering his face was enough to dry her right back up again.

Though it was strange, he kept poking his knee up against her pussy…

“H-huh?” she blinked, suddenly realising that wasn’t his knee stretching upwards from his sweat pants. “W-wait…”

“Wanna have a look, Sugartits?” he grinned, licking her sweetness one last time before reaching down and pulling down his pants.

Compared to Max’s fairly short piece of meat, Vulgaris’ cock was ridiculous. Like the difference between a salmon and a sea king. It stretched up to slap between her ass crack even as she knelt over him. Thick, veiny, unwashed, boiling, heavy, flexing to push against her body as if already trying to bully her. His bare flesh radiated sexual conquest against her.

Had he used his powers to bet his cock was huge? Or was he just born with all his attractive attributes stuck in his pants? Despite Max being her type visually, Doll couldn’t deny Vulgaris was more her type in terms of genitals. If only Trafalgar Law was still a warlord…

She cleared her head of her ideal dream man and concentrated only on her ideal dream cock.

No matter what she just had to survive bouncing on it for another thirty or so minutes.

The Marines had taught her discipline. Zephyr had taught her to control herself, to concentrate and focus all her energy into the form of Haki. She was a Vice Admiral for God’s sake. If Borsalino ever retired, she could be promoted to being the one protecting civilians from the likes of Kaidou and Gild Teroro.

Yet something about the way his dick rubbed against her pussy made her feel fear.

Doll’s hips were so far off the bed just to be able to aim him at her opening, and even then it had to be angled. It looked like an impossible length to even exist, let alone to fit inside. She couldn’t run or walk away, and killing him would just break her heart worse than the last man she had inside her.

“Here we go, Sugartits,” Vulgaris grinned, “Sit on it.”

Gritting her teeth, Doll slowly lowered her hips.

The pain was immediate. A searing, stretching agony that stole her breath as soon as the cockhead breached her labia. Vulgaris’ cock pushing her walls outward in a brutish display of girth. But beneath the pain was something far more dangerous: pleasure. Each ridge of her insides were getting stimulated against his cockhead, gripping against him the further he plunged. Her nerve endings sent electric shocks of ecstasy through her entire body.

After just one thrust, she felt utterly overwhelmed.

The next thrust wasn’t much better, nor the third. Vulgaris was managing to strike a lot of her sensitive spots just through sheer size alone. His hands found her ass, helping guide her into a rhythm to fuck herself on his impossible length. All while her ‘sweet’ tits swung back and forth to drag along his face. His tongue made sure to flick her nipples any chance it got.

She bit her lip to stop herself from moaning. Her knuckles white as she gripped the bedsheets beside Vulgaris’ face. Ironically, if she was weaker, she may have felt too much pain from his fat dick stretching her out this much. But so many years of Marine discipline had hardened her body, letting her instinctively push through the pain, even when it was detrimental to her.

Five minutes. She could do this for five minutes. After that? Another twenty five minutes, but right now she just had to hold on for five minutes.

She tried to think of anything but the pleasure washing over her body right now. Her duties, the face of her commanding officer, that time she saw Garp in a thong. But nothing was working. Vulgaris’ rhythm was relentless. A primal hypnotic beat that was erasing her thoughts with each slam into her deepest depths.

A coil of tension emerged right where his cock slammed, and she put all her concentration into keeping it as small as possible. Stopping all orgasms was all that mattered.

Ten minutes. She was panting now, her body slick with sweat. Despite changing position to doggy style she was still pushing her treacherous hips back against him. The coil of tension hadn’t grown, right? It was getting harder to concentrate on how small it needed to be.

The fifteen minutes and twenty marks were a haze. Just as she thought she was getting a hold of her own body, Vulgaris would shift his angle, scraping in a way that was just different enough to make her cry out. It was very hard not to let out raw guttural sounds of pleasure over and over again.

“That's it, Sugartits,” he grunted, his voice a disgusting caress. “I can feel you getting close. Just let go and fall head over heels for me.”

“Fuck... you,” she weakly protested, but the words had no force. Barely even audible above the wet slaps of his cock entering her pussy.

Somewhere along the way, the coil of tension inside her had grown. Grown far too much. Vulgaris’s cock had found it and started hammering away against it from the outside, pushing and twisting the spring that so desperately wanted to burst forth. And with each slam her ability to hold back waned a little more.

Doll’s mind was a battlefield of pleasure, locked in on restricting her emotions, leaving her body to surrender to Vulgaris.

It was doing everything he wanted. He wanted to change position? She’d shift then start fucking him again. He wanted a kiss? Their tongues would be intertwined within the second. He wanted her to talk dirty? She’d be oozing out filthy dialogue right into his ear.

Vulgaris really appreciated his living doll. Hell, he may even change her nickname to ‘Dollface’... what was her actual name again? Had he ever heard it? Oh well, Sugartits really did fit her so well. She was a firecracker in the sack, really wringing out his cock for all he was worth. Part of him even worried when he’d entered that she would make him cum too quick and ruin his plan to claim her. But he was holding on, slamming into her pussy as hard and as fast as he could handle.

Five minutes. For real now, five minutes left. Yet Doll couldn’t help but feel seconds away from losing.

Every fiber of her being was screaming for release, begging for the sweet oblivion of orgasm. They were in the missionary position, letting him just hammer into her over and over to gain his advantage. She tried to focus on his sweaty face, his pot belly, his ridiculous combover, anything to kill the mood. But her body didn't care. If anything, seeing such a twisted creature ramming into her cunt just made her devolving mind swoon. Her body’s primal urges only cared about the colossal cock pistoning inside her, driving her inexorably towards the edge.

Doll couldn’t form words, almost losing her voice from how much she was moaning. Tears of frustration and pleasure leaked from the corners of her eyes. The coiling heat in her core was an inferno now, a tightening knot of pure ecstasy that was about to snap. Her vision was blurring, her muscles tensing. It would be so easy to give in and cum. To let go and deal with the consequences of loss.

Maybe it was all fake? Maybe those two pirate ladies had some grand plan to humiliate a Marine Admiral into fucking the grossest man in the casino? If that was the case there’d be no reason to hold back even one second more…

One minute. Doll's body was a taut wire, vibrating on the knife's edge of release. She could feel it, the tidal wave of orgasm gathering in her womb, ready to obliterate her, but it wasn’t long. Doll could make it. The tunnel’s light was so close…

“Time’s up, Sugartits!” Vulgaris suddenly roared, going from fast to ludicrous speed in a blink of an eye. “Tesoro hires me to keep spin snooping little marines like you around to send them away, but you pissed me off! You made a gamble with the big man of the house! And the HOUSE ALWAYS WINS!”

Doll’s eyes rolled back, her teeth clenched, foam leaking from her plush lips, trying desperately to stop the dam from breaking. His thrusts quaked her whole body, no amount of Marine training could ever have prepared her for the blinding pleasure this sick little freak was throwing at her, over and over again, over and over and over and-!

“AAAAHHHHHHHHHHH!YYYYYEEEEESSSSSSSSS!!!”

Doll’s orgasm was a pure supernova unadulterated pleasure. Her back arched so violently she thought it might snap, a scream tearing from her throat that was equal parts agony and ecstasy. Cum filled her womb as Vulgaris’ own orgasm tore through him, pumping ropes of baby batter into the Vice Admiral’s cunt. Pussy juice sprayed the bed and beyond, the coil of tension inside her having unsprung and was now bouncing around so happily. No part of her wasn’t cumming, from her aching nipples to her clenching toes, she’d held on so long it almost transcended her body.

The clock above them clearly ticked on from midnight.

Had he won?

Well, it didn’t matter to Doll anymore.

Not when the most handsome man in the world was still inside her.

She kissed him, not knowing how to express this overwhelming love she felt inside her in any other way. The smell of his sweat, which had made her gag moments ago, was now the most intoxicating aphrodisiac she had ever known. The sight of his flabby hairy chest was no longer disgusting, but a comforting landscape she wanted to explore endlessly with her tongue.

The hunger he’d shown for her body now inhabited both of them. His cock still pumping out the last of its thick ropes, Doll wrapped as much of her body around him as she could, squeezing him tight like a snake. Even her pussy clenched down more, like a boa’s hand around his cock.

“Vulgaris~” she moaned, her voice thick with adoration. “Or do you prefer, Master?”

He smirked, “Sorry for losing the bet, Sugartits.”

“Oh, I won,” Doll giggled, a sound she'd never made before in her life, kissing him again and again. “I won so fucking hard~ Nm!”

She knew, on some distant, rational level, that these feelings weren't real. They were the product of some bizarre Devil Fruit power, a chemical rewrite of her brain. But the thought didn't bother her in the slightest. Why should it? The love she felt was perfect, pure, and absolute. The source didn't matter, only the result. And the result was that she was madly, deeply, truly in love with Vulgaris.

He just smirked as they broke the kiss, his hands coming up to rest on her hips. “So? You gonna give up all that Marine shit to be my girl?”

“I'd give it up just to be your footstool,” she breathed, leaning down to kiss his chest. “I want to stay by your side, forever.”

“Good shit. I don’t think I’ll be getting rid of you for a long ass time,” he said, squeezing at her ass some more before moving his cock out of her. “I’ll go grab those Straw Hat girls for some more fun in a sec, but first I wanna finally fuck these big ol bazongas~!”

The push to the bed only made her heart flutter with happiness. She was but his masochistic tool for pleasure, and he was her dreamy stud using her up. He mounted her up, sitting on her belly-

“Wait!”

Vulgaris raised an eyebrow. Had the bet not fully worked? Had her Haki broken through somehow?

“Please… can you sit on my face while you fuck my tits? I want to lick you while you work~”

“Hehe, of course, Sugartits,” he sneered, shifting over to loom his bulk over her face. The gothic girl licking her lips at the sight of her true love hovering over her. “By the way, I never caught your name.”

“Ex-Vice Admiral Doll,” she replied, her world growing darker, “But you can call me whatever you want~”