Hancock

Anger burned in Hancock's eyes as he struggled to get rid of Hashirama's iron grip. He was beating and beating, but it was in vain. Hashirama, imperturbable, took her toward the palace.

"Let me go, dirty man!" cried Hancock, his voice broken by anger and frustration. Get your ugly hand out of me!

Hashirama didn't answer. He dragged her around the island without paying attention to the warrior's alarm screams and the scared eyes of the citizens.

When King and Morgans observed the scene, they understood Hashirama's purpose. Their gazes crossed in a glow of complicity.

"Mr. Hashirama!" cried Vivi, running toward him. Don't leave me here! Take me with you! I want to feel you inside me again!

His face was reddened by excitement, desire, and his words resounded among all. King and Morgans made deaf ears, remembering the night before, when Vivi's yelling resounded throughout the ship. They knew that any comment could cost them their lives.

Hashirama turned toward Vivi, a malicious smile bending his lips.

"For now, my little Princess, I must educate my new pet," said he, pointing to Hancock with his head. You must understand that you must not bite the hand that feeds you.

....

Upon entering the palace, a wave of memories invaded Hashirama. Each corner evoked the orgies he had organized in the past with the Amazons. A nostalgic smile appeared on his face as he headed to Hancock's room.

But this wasn't a return anyway. The past met the present in a disturbing way. On arrival, he suddenly threw the Empress on the bed. Hancock, jadeing by the lack of air, slowly entered, his eyes full of hatred and surprise.

"Do you like it, don't you?" asked Hashirama, staring at her. It reminds me of a dog named Lysandra.

The mention of Lysandra provoked a subtle reaction in Hancock. His eyes opened slightly, and for a moment, the surprise replaced the anger on his face. But he quickly recovered the composure and threw a bunch of insults at Hashirama, who simply smiled.

"Don't worry, Hancock," she said in a gentle voice, slowly approaching her. With a subtle gesture of his hand, a small red Torii appeared on his palm, emanating a mysterious vibration that caused Hancock to instinctively retreat.

"This gift will help you to control your temper," said Hashirama, approaching her with the Torii in her hand.

Hancock tried to resist, but his body did not respond to his orders. Fear paralyzed her as Hashirama gently placed the necklace around her neck. The moment the Torii touched his skin, Hancock felt his strength fading. A void opened within him, carrying with him his power and his pride.

"No, it can't be!" exclaimed Hancock, whose voice was just a whisper. "....My power!"

"Take this away from me, damn it!" he cried, but Hashirama didn't stop.

Taking advantage of her condition, she drew her to him with some wooden hands that came out of the ground, lifting her up and placing her in her shoulder, with her back in the air on her right side. Hancock, unable to resist, tried to stand firm, but his body trembled visibly. Hashirama raised his right hand, covering it with Haki to increase the pain. With violence, he struck Hancock's enormous thighs, who shouted of pain.

"Ah! Enough, please!" cried Hancock, feeling the burning pain in his skin. But Hashirama didn't stop. He continued beating with the same intensity, each beating resonating in the room and sending waves of pain through Hancock's body.

"I can't stand it! Stop!" he begged, with tears beginning to form in his eyes.

As Hancock's screams turned into whistles, something strange began to happen in his body. Although the strokes were initially painful, gradually, a feeling of heat began to spread throughout his body, causing a frostbite in his cave. Every blow seemed to kindle a more intense flame within him, a confusing mixture of pain and pleasure that he had never experienced.

"Aaah~please!" said Hancock, shaking his body uncontrollably.

Hashirama, observing every change in his expression, noticed the reaction of his body. A sadistic and twisted smile drew on his face. He bowed toward her, whispering in her ear:

"You seem to enjoy it more than you thought, don't you?"

Hancock stared at him with confusion and shame. I couldn't understand why his body reacted that way.

"What... what have you done to me?~Mmmh," he asked, trying to regain control.

"I? I have not done anything that was not already within you, dear," replied Hashirama, enjoying his dismay. Maybe it's time you explored a side of yourself that you didn't know.

"I don't know what you're talking about!" protested Hancock, though his voice lacked the conviction he had before.

Hashirama continued to hit her, observing how Hancock's body reacted with each blow. Her cries of pain began to be mixed with involuntary yelling, and Hashirama realized that she was on the brink of something deeper.

"Don't worry, Hancock," said Hashirama, with a smile that combined cruelty and compassion. You'll soon understand. And when you do, you'll learn to enjoy my company in ways you never imagined.

Finally, when he felt that Hancock's body was about to explode of heat, Hashirama stopped.

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