[* 3rd Person POV *]
Kuma's rhythm remained relentless.
He kept her pinned face down in the dirt for a long time, boot heavy on the back of her head, hips driving forward with mechanical precision.
Each thrust buried the full length of the thick metallic cock until the segmented head kissed her womb.
The wet, heavy impacts of his body against her massive ass echoed down the street. Clear fluid sprayed around the shaft in messy bursts every time he bottomed out.
Robin's breasts scraped back and forth across the grit, nipples raw from the friction.
Her fingers clawed weakly at the ground. Kuma spoke for the first time since entering her.
"Your body accepts the full length without resistance. The internal pressure is consistent. High"
Robin's reply was broken and immediate.
"F-fuck! yes! use it use the criminal's cunt! ahh~"
Inside her head the thoughts had turned filthier, less abstract.
'He's measuring me like equipment while he ruins me. That thick metal is scraping every wall and I can feel myself squirting around it like a broken toy. Keep talking like that. Treat me like a hole that needs testing. Deeper. Harder. I want to feel it in my stomach'
He finally pulled out, leaving her pussy gaping and dripping, then flipped her onto her back with one hand.
Her heavy thighs were shoved up and folded toward her chest until her knees nearly touched her shoulders.
Kuma drove back in at the new angle, the head punching even deeper.
The position forced her to watch her own stomach bulge faintly with every thrust. Her tits bounced hard against her chin.
"Look at it"
He ordered, voice still level.
"Watch how much of me you take inside of that filthy slit of yours~"
Robin's eyes were glassy, fixed on the place where they were joined.
"I~ see it~ too big! don't stop~ fill the pirate slut~"
'He's making me watch my own body get rearranged. The way it stretches around him is obscene. I can feel every plate. My womb is being kissed and I keep cumming like a bitch in heat. More. Talk to me like that again. Call me what I am while you break me'
He kept her folded and pounded for a long stretch, the wet sounds growing louder as her squirting soaked both of them.
When her legs started shaking too hard to hold, he released them, pulled out again, and manhandled her onto all fours.
This time he grabbed both wrists and wrenched them behind her back, using them as leverage while he slammed into her from behind.
Her face dropped toward the ground but never quite touched, the strain in her shoulders kept her arched.
"Still tight"
Kuma noted.
"Even after repeated use"
"Because it's- yours right now~ ahh! fuck the resistance out of it~"
'He's holding me like a handle and still commenting on how tight I am. The stretch never stops burning. Every thrust forces another spray out of me and I can hear how wet I've become. I hope the whole street can hear it. I hope they see the Devil Child getting used like cheap meat'
He changed positions again without fully withdrawing. One leg forced high while she lay on her side, the angle letting him grind against places that made her vision flicker.
Then against the broken wall, her tits crushed flat to the stone, his full weight pinning her while he thrust upward.
Then bent over the fallen crate once more, ass raised, face down, the boot occasionally returning to remind her of her place.
In every position the dialogue stayed sparse but precise from Kuma, filthy and desperate from Robin. Her internal monologue grew nastier with each shift.
'He's moving me around like furniture that exists to be fucked. My pussy is going to stay open after this. I can feel how much of his shape I've taken. Keep using me. Keep talking like I'm just a set of measurements and wet heat. I want to be left dripping and ruined in the street so everyone knows what happened to the archaeologist today'
The prolonged destruction continued.
Robin came until her voice was gone, until her body only twitched and leaked, until the street beneath them was a slick mess of her own fluids.
The atmosphere of raw lust thickened across the grove, heavy and oppressive.
Then the Kuma inside her went still.
A second, identical figure stepped into view at the edge of the ruined street, Sentomaru beside him.
The new arrival's presence was colder, heavier, final.
The unit that had been fucking Robin withdrew in one smooth motion, leaving her collapsed, shaking, and leaking on the ground.
The real Kuma spoke.
"The Straw Hats have been taken care of. This unit was sufficient to occupy the target. Primary objective complete"
Sentomaru looked over the scene, the ruined, cum-drenched form of Nico Robin, the scattered Marines, the lingering haze and gave a short grunt.
"Messy work. Clones don't know restraint when the victim is someone that is only capable of spreading her legs as a defence~"
The Kuma who had used her simply adjusted his clothing. The monstrous cock disappeared.
The true Warlord of the Sea gave the broken archaeologist only a brief glance before turning his attention to the larger situation.
Robin lay where she had been left, body still trembling with aftershocks, mind still floating in the aftermath of total, prolonged ruin.
The island continued to throb with the residual weight of what had been done to her.
The real Kuma had arrived.
And according to him, the Straw Hats were already finished.
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