18 One Piece (6)

"I… I don't understand," Boa Hancock uttered.

Maybe I should stop calling her by her full name. Just Hancock should suffice, as Boa was actually her family and maybe clan name. Probably clan name, but I wasn't exactly sure.

There were plenty of holes left unfilled in the lore and history of One Piece after all.

Filling all of that would take forever, not to mention the story would be filled to the brim with pointless world buildings. That was why fanfiction was so popular. It allowed anyone to take a setting and then expand upon that setting with their own ideas, filling in all the gaps as well as creating new plot holes.

And why did I bother mentioning all of this? Well. That was because I was working on a theory. A very good theory, honestly. I was going to test my theory out, but I realized I might screw thing up royally in this version of One Piece.

Not that I had not screwed thing up royally. Killing a major character tended to do that.

Meh. It was a brand-new story from now on.

Fuck canon. Fuck it in the ass.

Still, I rather kept something the same, just so I could play a wise old man who somehow knew about the future. Mwuahahahaha.

Not really. It was simply easier for me to acquire the girls I wanted if the story played out the same as before. Or maybe not. I might have to think more on this. Or just go with the flow like I had been doing so far.

"What do you not understand, slave?" I questioned while arching my brow. Surely, I could not be more direct about what I had wanted. Well, not really. Hancock obviously was not the most beautiful woman in the world, at least not yet.

She was hardly a woman now, to be honest. Sure. She was cute. Totally fuckable. But definitely not a woman. Not yet anyway.

I generally liked them big and mature, but I would take what I could take.

Hancock tried to break from my gaze, not wanting to recall the horrors during her captivity. Whatever those horrors were, I could not tell. The storyboard did not state it in detail.

Basically, the storyboard was doing the tell not shown taboo of writing for the sake of glossing over.

This was exactly why I had mention that the lore and history of the world were full of holes. Holes that I probably could fill if I wanted, but whatever I was going to come up with had to be logical and within continuity.

Probably. Who really knew. Oh. I was about to.

"Do not avert your eyes from me, slave," I stated darkly. "Do you seriously not understand what I had said?"

I wondered how depraved the Celestial Dragons were during her enslavement, but it seemed like they had never touched Hancock sexually. Why? It could be due to them viewing all humans as below them, thus disgusted with the idea of procreating with humans.

Or Oda wanted to keep the story PG. It made sense since it was published as Shounen. Sure. His style changed over time, and the girls became more curvy and hotter, but he had never introduced anything more beyond just tits.

Not even good tits, at least from what I could recall.

Yeah. That was not going to fly with me.

And if I was a Celestial Dragon, I would totally **** a few slaves just reason, and if I was disgusted with the idea simply because, I could have the slaves do it to each other for amusement.

This was like the bare minimum. I had so many crazy ideas in my head. Enough to break anyone to the point of… did I mention I was an evil bastard and proud of it.

Mwuahahahaha!

Hancock shook her head as a response, disappointing me greatly. It did seem that she had never ever been forced to do something sexual or even seen it during her time as a slave.

I thought I might change that with the storyboard hovering in front of my eyes. I could not simply add things into her memory or telling her what she should be thinking, but perhaps, I could add something else.

Something for the readers only.

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Hancock was terrified. Utterly terrified. Terrified at what was happening right before her eyes.

A girl. Not much older than herself stripped naked and proceeded to use her mouth to pleasure a man without protest. She did as she was ordered, enveloping and sucking on the huge tenting pole between the man's legs.

"Watch carefully and learn," the huge man said, "for you will be taking her place soon."

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It was a flashback. A sudden and disturbing vivid memory of an event in the past, typical as a result of psychological trauma or similar.

Since I did not want anyone touching my plaything ever, I made sure that Hancock wasn't involved in the sexual act. She merely there, preparing to be trained. Of course, whether she had been or not was up to me.

Another flashback would do when the time comes.

I also kept the flashback simple, as complicated flashback likely created too much plot holes.

It also a pain to type them out and let them be part of the storyline. I really need voice to speech. No, more like thought to speech. Thoughts were faster, and more silence.

In any case, the new texts solidified instead of being greyed out. That meant whatever changes that I had done should take effect soon.

And from her eyes widening slight, I believed it had already taken effect.

Good. Very, very good.

"You are lying," I said sternly and grabbed hold of her chin tightly. "Female slaves of age are taught to give pleasure with their mouth and more. Even if you have not been taught, you must have witnessed it yourself as you are not a child."

I then stood up and towered over her form. "If that is the case, I will take you back there, so that you could be properly educated on the matter. Perhaps then, you would have something in exchange for your freedom."

Just hearing about going back to the Holy Land sent Hancock curling in fears. She shook her head and grabbed my marine overcoat. The same overcoat that Kizaru was wearing. Same overcoat that all the vice-admiral worn.

There had been criminals who pretended to be a marine, but I doubt they could impersonate one as good as me. For one, I could summon a real battleship. Now, I just needed a crew.

Going to put that on my list of things to do.

"No. Please. No. Don't sent me back there… I know… I know how to do it. How to give pleasure. I will do it. Just don't send me back. Don't send me back!"

Hancock pleaded desperately, eventually losing her grips on my overcoat.

"If you give me what I wanted, then there is no reason for me to send you back," I told her and took a seat before fishing out my cock. It was pretty hard right now, pointing straight at the sky.

"You might not be the most beautiful woman in the world right now, but I definitely make one in the future."

I added while Hancock stared at my cock for the longest time.

Honestly, Hancock might keep on staring if I did not put a collar around her neck, sapping a bit of her strength and snapping her out of it. The collar was laced with Seastone after all.

Having a collar around her neck again made her tears returned along with more horrifying memories, and it was staring to annoy me. Really annoy me.

I wanted her mind to be stabled enough for some fun.

Then again, even after more than a decade, Hancock was still traumatized by the time of her captivity.

"I will remove it as long as you do what I want," I told Hancock, pondering about her power. When she mastered it, she could turn people into stone with kicks and punches. Mostly kicks, actually, but wasn't going to take chances.

I obviously did not want my dick turned into stone while getting blow by the future Pirate Empress.