Chapter 59: Vivi's Submission & Final Conditioning
After climax, Vivi collapsed limply in my arms—lost in the afterglow.
Whether at the peak of pleasure or exhausted after orgasm—Vivi's hands never wavered from their raised position behind her head—not even slightly.
"You can lower your hands now." My hands covered her breasts again—kneading them. Under my control—the lewd tattoo activated—keeping Vivi in constant arousal while doubling her entire body's sensitivity.
With permission—Vivi's arms finally dropped weakly—letting me play freely. Her eyes gradually glazed over.
"How is it—do you like it?" Still enjoying the soft pressure between my fingers—I teased the girl in my arms.
"Something like this… I'd never like it!" Even as pleasure constantly eroded her—Vivi refused to yield.
"Oh? Then let's try another way."
From my spatial ring I took some hemp rope. One piece bound Vivi's wrists tightly behind her back. Another long rope was thrown over a roof beam—tied into a noose—one end looped around Vivi's neck—the other held in my hand. I pulled hard—the noose tightened—strangling her. To avoid suffocation—she had to stand on tiptoes.
"Urk… what are you… doing! It's hard to breathe! Quick… untie it!" Vivi panicked—eyes filled with anxiety and fear.
Ignoring her protests—I continued tightening until she could barely breathe on tiptoes—then secured the rope to the door handle.
Fear of suffocation overwhelmed the tattoo's desire. Vivi had no energy left to protest—only desperately tiptoeing—shakily maintaining balance—trying to breathe.
Then the lewd tattoo suddenly glowed red. Vivi instantly felt as if invisible hands were caressing her lower body and nipples—wave after wave of intense pleasure crashing over her.
Focused entirely on balance—Vivi couldn't withstand it. Her whole body trembled—quickly reaching the peak of ecstasy.
The powerful orgasm seemed to drain all her strength—she could no longer tiptoe. But relaxing meant the rope strangled her neck.
Soon—threatened by suffocation—she forced herself back onto tiptoes.
The tattoo kept pumping pleasure—relieving the pain and fear of suffocation—while mercilessly sapping her strength.
With each additional climax—pleasure intensity grew exponentially.
Vivi couldn't take it anymore. Whether from pleasure or oxygen deprivation—her eyes rolled back—mouth gaping—struggling to breathe. Love juices and urine streamed down her thighs—forming a puddle on the floor.
"Urk… urk… oh no… don't… make me cum again… urk please… please…" After nearly ten orgasms—Vivi finally squeezed out one last rational plea.
"Oh? You sure?" With a thought—I activated the tattoo's climax prohibition. But pleasure didn't stop.
Soon Vivi realized—though spared from hellish climaxes—she could finally focus on balance. Yet pleasure kept building—constantly battering her reason.
Unknowingly—Vivi began craving climax. This desire swelled with accumulating pleasure—but an invisible wall blocked release.
Snap!
I took out a multi-tailed whip—lashed Vivi's body.
"Oh~" Sudden pain made Vivi cry out—voice laced with pleasure—eyes faintly excited.
Snap! Snap!
The merciless whip continued falling. Amid pain—Vivi discovered the unrelievable pleasure finally eased slightly.
Wild whipping lasted over ten minutes—Vivi's breasts, abdomen, thighs, and ass all suffered—body bright red from lashes—yet the multi-tailed whip left no marks.
Pain and pleasure finally exceeded Vivi's limits. Her oxygen-starved brain—under intense stimulation—finally shut down. She fainted.
I lowered unconscious Vivi—carried her to the bed. Now I felt frustrated—my own desire still burning.
Looking at the peacefully sleeping beauty—I grew irritated. She wouldn't get off easy.
From my fingertip I summoned an extremely thin tentacle—probing Vivi's defenseless lower body—finding her urethra—and injected a lewd insect egg.
The egg quickly hatched—becoming a hollow soft tube blocking her urethra—both ends swelling into balls inside the urethra opening and bladder—preventing any urine leakage.
This lewd insect acted as both catheter and urethral lock—without my permission—she could never urinate.
Combined with the tattoo's ongoing arousal and pleasure generation—Vivi's sleep would definitely not be peaceful.
After finishing—I left the room. Having taken my due—it was time to work.
Leaving the palace—I soared into the air—heading straight to the tavern where Crocodile was.
Entering—I was immediately met with over a dozen wary stares.
"Kid—what do you want now?" Crocodile's face was extremely unpleasant.
"Calm down—I'm here to discuss a deal." I had no intention of fighting Crocodile again—I had already thought of a better solution.
"Deal?" Crocodile remained icy.
"I have information about Pluton. Interested?"
Hearing "Pluton"—Crocodile instantly became vigilant. After his expression shifted several times—he finally waved—clearing the tavern of everyone.
"Speak." Once only we two remained—Crocodile spoke.
"This intel came from a World Government official. Alabasta's royal family does possess a Poneglyph recording Pluton's location."
Crocodile's face darkened further.
"Moreover—the Navy already found Pluton. But after centuries of erosion—the super warship is completely useless—just scrap."
Crocodile hesitated—seeming to judge my truthfulness.
"At the same time—the Navy discovered Pluton's blueprints—but hasn't obtained them yet. The blueprint's location is the intel I'm trading."
I stopped—knowing Crocodile would ask.
"How did you get this information?"
"I have an ability—complete awareness within a 5-meter radius around me. I overheard it accidentally."
"What do you want?" Crocodile's expression finally eased slightly.
"First—withdraw from Alabasta—stop interfering with this country. Second—in the future—when I need it—you and your forces must act for me three times. Of course—within your capabilities."
"Fine—deal." Crocodile's decisiveness surprised me. I didn't even need most of my prepared arguments.
"Good. You know Water 7—the city famous for shipbuilding? Pluton was built there centuries ago by its shipwrights."
"What? I see—so the blueprint is in Water 7 too."
"Yes—the blueprint is held by Water 7's mayor—Iceburg. The World Government already planted several CP9 agents around him—but still hasn't found it. Whether you can get it—depends on you."
…
Leaving the tavern—I had reached an agreement with Crocodile—far smoother than expected. Most of what I said was lies—Pluton still lay dormant somewhere—blueprints actually with Franky. But it was close enough to truth—even cunning Crocodile was fooled. I also conveniently screwed over Iceburg and CP9—people I'd never met.
After greeting Nami, Robin, and the others—I returned to the palace.
"Baroque Works will immediately withdraw from Alabasta. Handle the remaining rebels yourself. Without Crocodile's interference—it shouldn't be difficult."
Tossing these words at Cobra—I went back to Vivi's room.
Vivi was awake—after all—her earlier faint was only from intense lewd torment. Under the tattoo's constant harassment—she couldn't sleep peacefully.
Opening the door—I caught her anxiously caressing her lower body. Seeing me—she startled—quickly stopped—snatched the blanket and covered herself tightly.
"Why cover up? It's not like I haven't seen it." Walking toward Vivi—I smirked.
"What exactly did you do to me! Ah—don't come closer!"
As I approached—Vivi panicked more—face burning red.
"Nothing too excessive—just some small methods to control you." Stopping at the bedside—I snapped my fingers.
Vivi suddenly felt the constant pleasure in her body vanish—leaving only emptiness.
"After all—I prefer obedient slaves." The lewd tattoo glowed red again—this time generating desire—forcing Vivi into arousal.
"Wuwu… how could this be…" At first nothing—then after a while—Vivi couldn't endure. Her hand under the blanket reached down—instinctively caressing her engorged clit.
I stood by coldly watching. Vivi—seemingly forgetting my presence—continued touching her sensitive spot—even moaning lewdly.
Making an untouched girl masturbate like a bitch in heat before someone—this lewd tattoo was truly domineering.
But soon Vivi realized—she still couldn't climax. Swelling desire only accumulated—battering her reason.
"Ah! Why is this happening… I was so close…" After over ten minutes of frantic masturbation—blanket fallen—spring scenery exposed—Vivi's face filled with anxiety.
"That's because you haven't received my permission. No matter what—you can't climax. Not only that—without my permission—you can't even urinate."