[* 3rd Person POV *]
Robin's internal thoughts remained a constant stream of euphoric acceptance.
'They're all staring… describing every part of me like livestock. Calling me fat, used, gaped… and I love every word. Displayed in this tank, suit clinging to my ass and thighs, tits on full show… the ultimate humiliation after everything in the warehouse. My body is dripping for them again'
The bidding began amid the jeers and detailed descriptions, the auction house alive with the dark energy of Sabaody's underbelly.
Robin's clone, still with the oblivious Straw Hats, smiled faintly as the real her was prepared for sale, her private game reaching new heights of creative degradation.
Disco raised his hands theatrically, voice booming across the packed hall.
"We start the bidding for Lot Sixty-Nine at a modest five million Beli! Do I hear five?"
A few hesitant hands went up from lesser pirates and mid tier buyers.
"Five million!"
"Six!"
"Seven and a half!"
The numbers crawled upward slowly. A fat merchant in the middle rows called eight million. A scarred captain countered with nine.
Robin stood motionless in the waist-deep water of the giant glass tank, the tight fish scale suit stretched obscenely over her thick thighs and massive, heart shaped ass.
Her heavy breasts floated and swayed with every small breath, nipples still swollen and red from the earlier barnacle and scrubbing torment.
The explosive collar sat snug around her elegant neck.
'They're bidding so low… like I'm nothing special yet. Hehe, They think I am just something worth a pocket change~'
She thought, a fresh trickle of arousal sliding down her inner thigh beneath the suit.
The bidding stagnated around twelve million.
Disco was about to call for higher offers when a high, arrogant voice cut through the noise like a whip.
"Five hundred million Beli"
The entire auction house fell silent for a heartbeat.
Then gasps and murmurs exploded. Saint Charlos World Noble, Celestial Dragon, self proclaimed god of the world stood from his elevated seat, his oversized bubble helmet gleaming under the lights.
His long nose twitched with contempt as he looked down at the tank. Behind him, his attendants and the other nobles watched with lazy interest.
Disco's eyes widened with pure greed.
"Five… five hundred million from Saint Charlos himself! Do I hear any higher? Going once… going twice… sold! Lot Sixty-Nine is the property of the World Noble!"
No one dared counter. The gavel slammed. Robin was officially sold.
Charlos did not wait for formalities.
He drew a small, ornate pistol from his belt and fired a single shot into the side of the glass tank.
The thick wall cracked, then shattered outward with a thunderous crash.
A tidal wave of water erupted across the stage, soaking the front rows and sending smaller buyers scrambling.
Robin was flung forward with the flood. The restrictive fish scale suit already stretched tight limited her ability to catch herself.
She hit the polished wooden floor hard, landing on her stomach. Her massive, juicy breasts squished flat against the boards, spreading outward under her own weight.
Water cascaded off her body, the shiny scales of the suit gleaming under the lights as her thick ass remained raised slightly from the awkward landing.
Charlos stepped down onto the stage, his fancy shoes leaving wet footprints.
He looked down at her with a smirk of pure superiority. Without warning, he drew his foot back and delivered a sharp, deliberate kick to the side of one of her heavy breasts.
The soft flesh deformed dramatically under the impact, jiggling and bouncing as a red mark bloomed across the pale skin.
"I had to dirty my divine shoes walking all the way down here for this trash"
He declared, voice high and nasal.
"So now you will be my mount. Crawl, slave. I will ride you around so everyone can see what a World Noble's new toy looks like"
Robin's mind flooded with pure, masochistic rapture.
'He kicked my tit… right in front of everyone. Calling me trash, making me his mount… this is better than anything in the warehouse. A real Celestial Dragon owning me…♥'
She pushed herself up onto her hands and knees as best the tight suit allowed.
The material forced her thighs together and made every movement exaggerated... Her massive ass swayed heavily with each shift, the scales pulling tight across her cheeks.
Charlos climbed onto her back without ceremony, sitting sideways at first so he could dig his heels into her soft sides.
His weight pressed her already squished breasts even harder against the floor.
"Move"
He ordered, slapping the side of her ass for emphasis.
Robin began to crawl.
The suit restricted her range of motion, forcing her to take short, exaggerated steps that made her thick thighs and heavy ass jiggle and clap with every forward push.
Her enormous breasts dragged and scraped across the wet stage floor, nipples catching on the wood and sending sparks of pain pleasure through her body.
Charlos bounced slightly on her back, laughing as he pointed out her body parts to the watching crowd.
"See how those udders drag like a cow's! This is what inferior blood is good for furniture and entertainment!"
The audience erupted in a mixture of fearful silence from the commoners and cruel laughter from the other nobles and high-ranking buyers.
Comments flew freely,
"Look at her crawl! Those thighs are thicker than most men's chests!"
"She's nothing but a walking seat for a god!"
"Her face is still pretty shame it's on a body that fat!"
"Bet those tits will be flat by the time he's done riding her around the island!"
Robin crawled in slow circles around the stage, then down the steps into the main floor as Charlos directed.
Every movement was a public display.
The tight fish scale suit rode up between her cheeks with each motion, the material wedging deep and outlining her pussy lips for anyone looking from behind.
Water still dripped from her hair and body, leaving a wet trail. Her thoughts remained a continuous stream of euphoric acceptance mixed with rising arousal.
'Everyone is watching me carry a Celestial Dragon on my back… my tits scraping the floor, my ass shaking with every crawl… he's using me as a living mount after kicking my breast'
'The degradation is absolute. My body belongs to a god now. I can feel myself getting wetter under this suit… I hope he rides me until I collapse'
Charlos grew more creative as the tour continued. He forced her to stop in front of groups of buyers so they could reach out and slap or squeeze her dangling breasts and jiggling ass.
He ordered her to raise her hips higher so the crowd could enjoy the view that they could never have.
When she slowed from exhaustion, he dug his heels in harder and slapped her ass repeatedly until she sped up again, the impacts making the soft flesh ripple under the shiny scales.
The circuit around the auction house lasted a full twenty minutes.
Robin's knees and palms were red and scraped, her massive breasts marked with floor burns and the earlier kick.
Her mind, however, was floating in pure submissive bliss. Every hurtful comment, every public squeeze, every bounce of Charlos's weight on her back only deepened the pleasure.
When he finally dismounted near the center of the hall, he gave her one last sharp kick to the side of her breast for good measure.
"Good enough for a first ride. Take her to my private booth. I'll decide what else to do with this thick sub human trash later"
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