Bloody tragedy

The focused admiral ignored the panting beside him, gracefully opening the vial and carefully drawing the syringe needle into the liquid. Once the needle was submerged, the admiral calmly emptied the entire vial, then capped it and placed it back. Next, donning medical gloves, he picked up the syringe filled with medicine from the table and slowly turned around. His calm gaze met a pair of terrified eyes, blood-red pupils filled with horror as the admiral approached. The deep-sea flagship, Taihou. This petite yet formidable abyssal ship girl was now firmly bound to an iron frame, her hands above her head. Her small body, encased in black leather and two short, narrow pieces of black fabric with red stripes, was tightly restrained within the admiral's specially designed restraints. Her legs, encased in black high boots, were slightly parted, revealing her exposed vulva, with pale pink pubic hair, mirroring her scalp, dotting her mons pubis, fully exposed to the admiral. The abyssal flagship, who should have been swaggering before the admiral, was now utterly powerless, utterly devoid of any strength to resist. Under the admiral's meticulously planned capture scheme, the lone abyssal Taihou, ultimately outnumbered, fainted and was captured by the admiral. Upon waking, she felt the discomfort of being tightly bound and smelled a pungent odor in the air—a faint stench mixed with chemical reagents. The moment the Deep-Sea Taihou raised its head, this once fearless flagship finally felt terror for the first time. Various dismembered deep-sea corpses hung on iron bars, and severed humanoid or fish-shaped organs were neatly preserved in jars of formalin. In this basement surrounded by the corpses of its own kind and gleaming silver equipment, Taihou felt a chilling fear clinging to its back for the first time. And when it saw the deranged admiral in the white coat, his gaze as calm as if he were examining a test subject, slowly approaching with a syringe, Taihou's fear slowly overwhelmed its reason. The petite Taihou trembled before the admiral's syringe, its fearful eyes fixed on the sharp needle, a drop of medicine slowly dripping from it; an inexplicable crisis was clearly imminent. Bound tightly by the device, Taihou was unable to move, only her trembling body and her bright red eyes, which followed the admiral's movements, could still twitch slightly. Tense and panicked, Taihou watched as the admiral, holding a syringe, approached her step by step. An indescribable stench of decay emanated from the admiral's white coat. Taihou was almost certain it was a disguise. The admiral remained silent, bending down to pull aside the somewhat cumbersome fabric of his uniform, slightly loosening the leather binding Taihou's petite body, completely exposing her genitals. He then took out the syringe and slowly brought it to Taihou's smooth, white mons pubis. The admiral's soft breath on her sensitive mons pubis gave Taihou a strange, pleasurable sensation. "Ugh!" Taihou let out a muffled groan as the gag was firmly stuffed into her mouth. A sudden, sharp pain sent a jolt through her body, as if an electric current had struck her. The admiral's left fingers pulled apart the labia that were partially covering Taihou's clitoris, exposing the smooth, bean-shaped clitoris. Then, the admiral picked up a syringe and gently inserted it into Taihou's clitoris, slowly injecting a vial of the drug into her body. The entire vial of the drug was slowly injected into Taihou's sensitive, small clitoris. As the injection continued, Taihou began to feel increasingly unwell. The strength that had filled her body seemed to be gradually fading, and her sense of her limbs and even her torso was weakening. After the injection was finished, the admiral pulled out the syringe. Her slightly enlarged clitoris continued to slowly deliver the drug's power into Taihou's body, causing her to gradually lose control of her body. The muscle relaxant most frequently used by the Admiral was injected into Taihou's body, and its effects were quickly apparent. In no time, Taihou, whose muscles had been taut and trembling, had become a limp mess hanging from the device. Except for her bright red eyes, which could still move, Taihou's petite body had few muscles left to move; she had become nothing more than a doll on the device. Terrified, after the initial, brief tingling and overwhelming weakness following the muscle relaxant injection, Taihou lost control of her body. Hanging from the iron frame, only her bright red eyes could still observe her surroundings. Her eyes were fixed on the floor. Her urethra, uncontrolled due to the relaxation of her vaginal muscles, was wide open, and a pale yellow liquid with a strange odor flowed down her legs from her vagina, spilling onto the floor. Her anus, now uncontrolled by her sphincter, was even more disarrayed, with filthy excrement gushing out, making a mess of the floor, and her thighs, covered in stockings, were also covered in traces of excrement. The admiral calmly watched as Taihou, now devoid of her former dignity, vanished before him. He simply pressed a few buttons, activating the water gun to clean the filth from Taihou's body and the floor. Looking at Taihou's clean, white body after emptying her stomach, the admiral finally showed a satisfied expression. He pressed the only red button. With the final command activated, a sharp, slender iron spike slowly emerged from the floor, its pointed tip aimed at Taihou's vaginal opening. Under Taihou's watchful gaze, the sharp spike slowly pierced her tight vagina. Blood from the ruptured hymen flowed slowly out of the opening along the spike, while the rising spike penetrated Taihou's uterus, eventually piercing it completely. More and more blood flowed from the opening along the spike. The spike, having pierced through the uterus, continued to rise. As Taihou's internal organs were repeatedly pierced by the sharp spike, blood gushed from her vagina, the ceaseless flow almost staining the silvery-white spike red. As Taihou's terrified gaze froze, her eyes glazed over. Then, a sharp spike, bearing fragments of Taihou's organs, emerged from her unconsciously open mouth. Taihou's blood had stained the spike crimson, and the Abyssal flagship Taihou was utterly dead. The Admiral nodded in satisfaction, taking out a pre-prepared label and attaching it to Taihou's large clitoris. He then pressed a few buttons, and Taihou's pierced body was slowly transported to the nearby underground kitchen. There, the chefs specializing in handling Abyssal shipgirl bodies would properly prepare Taihou's corpse, turning it into the main dish for tonight's uniquely flavored banquet for wealthy men. Fortress Princess fell to the floor once more. The monstrous penis, having ejaculated its last drop of semen into her raised buttocks, was roughly pulled out. Accompanied by Fortress Princess's painful, grotesque groans, the penis, stained with the blood of her first night, was withdrawn from her tight vagina. Her vagina, forcibly shaped by the enormous penis, was wide open, unable to close. Her bright red uterus was also being pulled out by the admiral's massive member. Just hours earlier, while the captured Fortress Princess was still hurling insults at the admiral for taking advantage of her while she was alone, the admiral, his expression growing impatient, finally decided to use more appropriate methods to silence the incessantly chattering abyssal creature. He loosened his belt, ripped off the Fortress Princess's modesty cloth, and began his piston-like movements inside her. Caught off guard, the admiral pinned her to the floor with his elbows. Her breath was cut off, and she struggled frantically, scratching at the floor with her small hands, her buttocks trembling as the admiral's hips and penis pounded against her. In this rather violent exchange, the Fortress Princess, pinned to the floor and enduring the relentless thrusting, finally succumbed to exhaustion and submitted to the admiral. As the admiral thrust his hips hard against Fortress Princess's buttocks, pouring his pent-up semen into her still-blood-stained vagina, Fortress Princess no longer had any will to resist him. Her only wish now was that the admiral behind her had been satisfied. "Ugh...cough cough!..." Lying sprawled on the floor, her buttocks raised high, filled with the admiral's thick semen, Fortress Princess's buttocks twitched involuntarily a few times, her vagina clearly beginning to twitch slightly. The Abyss's superhumanly powerful body quickly began to digest. The admiral, looking at his penis stained with blood and hot semen, grabbed Fortress Princess's head and roughly shoved it into her mouth, his face flushed. "Ugh...ugh!" Fortress Princess, her eyes glazed, was pulled up, and then the admiral's enormous penis was roughly forced open her mouth and shoved inside. The fortress princess, exhausted from the admiral's earlier intercourse, had her small mouth filled with his penis, utterly powerless to resist, only occasionally letting out sucking sounds. Under the admiral's violation, the fortress princess, who had previously lacked any concept of sexuality, had subtly awakened a desire for the opposite sex. Forced to take his penis into her mouth, she began to slowly lick it, her tongue curling around it. Never having tasted a man's penis before, the fortress princess clumsily used her tongue to curl around the admiral's penis...Her dazed eyes gazed at the admiral, her mouth obediently sucking and swallowing his penis. Her petite body, lying on the ground, trembled slightly, seemingly unsatisfied with the abrupt end to her first time. The fortress princess, prostrate on the floor, tightly wrapped her tongue around the admiral's penis, her nimble tongue constantly sucking at the large shaft to gain his favor. Her petite, naked body lay utterly disheveled on the floor, her messy white hair scattered across her smooth back. The fortress princess, having just been forcibly violated and ejaculated upon by the admiral, raised her head, following her instinctive desires to lick and swallow his penis. Her small hands grasped the scrotum hanging beneath it, carefully serving him according to the limited sexual knowledge she possessed. Her throat moved constantly, swallowing the saliva she sucked. Her young face was stretched open by the admiral's large penis, the outline of it visible on both cheeks. "Gurgle~ Gurgle~ Gurgle..." Fortress Princess's soft tongue and warm little mouth quickly made the Admiral, whose glans was still sensitive after ejaculating, lose control. Sensing he was about to ejaculate again, the Admiral grabbed Fortress Princess's head, pressing his glans against her soft throat, and hot semen spurted into her throat with a series of spurts. Fortress Princess's eyes rolled back, her body trembling uncontrollably, her mouth stuffed with a foreign object. "Cough...cough cough!..." The Admiral, thrusting his still-erect penis into Fortress Princess's mouth, pumped in and out a few times, enjoying the ministrations of her mouth with unsatisfied satisfaction, before finally withdrawing his penis slowly from her mouth. Accompanied by several conspicuous strands of whitish saliva and a trickle of white fluid from the corner of her mouth, Fortress Princess covered her mouth and coughed violently. The thick, hot semen clung to the back of her throat, making her feel extremely uncomfortable. "Ugh..." Fortress Princess, weakened by the Admiral's penetration of her mouth, leaned weakly against the cold floor, surrounded by splattered and overflowing white semen. Her black and blue short stockings were stained with the blood and semen of her first night, making her appear even more lewd. The Admiral nodded in satisfaction as he looked at his penis, now cleaned by Fortress Princess's mouth, and pulled up his pants. Satisfied with his sexual needs on Fortress Princess's soft body, the Admiral lifted her from behind, looking at the pink uterus that had been pulled out by his penis, and walked straight to his workbench. "Ugh..." Fortress Princess's naked body pressed against the cold surface of the workbench. Feeling the cold, she instinctively curled up, her pale blue eyes looking helplessly at the Admiral, who was now wearing a mask and slowly disinfecting himself with a scalpel. Even though Fortress Princess couldn't understand human language and didn't know the meaning of the potions and knives with instructions printed on them, she understood what was about to happen just by looking at the Admiral's emotionless eyes. The Admiral disinfected the scalpel, held it up in his right hand, looked at Fortress Princess curled up on the workbench, reached out and grabbed the ruptured uterus, the blade gently touching it, the sharp blade scraping lightly and drawing out bright red blood. "No..." Fortress Princess still tried to struggle in her death throes, her two small hands clutching the Admiral's clothes, her face tormented by sensitive pain looking extremely pitiful. "My body... I'll give it all to the Admiral... but... but don't cut it off... okay... sob..." Her azure eyes filled with tears, her fair and petite body curled up tightly like a pitiful kitten. Her two small hands trembled uncontrollably, the bright red uterus was pulled out of Fortress Princess's vagina and held in the Admiral's hand, the scalpel sinking into the bright red uterine sac. "Eeeeeeeeeeeeeeea ... This deep-sea flagship, who had always preferred a lazy and languid style of operation, was one of the deep-sea leaders who had always followed her sister, Bismarck, who was also a deep-sea flagship. After being captured by the admiral yesterday, she was secretly imprisoned in this admiral's personal basement. The lingering smell of blood on the floor and the scattered leather uniform of the deep-sea Taihou seemed to silently tell the final fate of the "guests" who had previously visited this place, both deep-sea sisters. Bismarck, who struggled fiercely, was injected with a relaxation drug by the admiral and then firmly bound to a prepared cross-shaped rack, while Tirpitz, who posed relatively less of a threat, was bound hand and foot and subjected to interrogation. However, for the admiral, who had already tormented the two deep-sea flagships to varying degrees, interrogation was of little use. Upon seeing Tirpitz's thin, one-piece silk lingerie and her undisguised, bare private parts, the Admiral quickly overpowered her, just as he had with the Fortress Princess, and violated her in front of Bismarck. Finally, with a suppressed groan from Tirpitz, the Admiral ejaculated inside her and withdrew his penis. Tirpitz, still with her buttocks raised high during the violation, lay flat on the floor, the red marks from the slaps clearly visible, her full labia still dripping with semen. The black silk covering her body was torn open by the Admiral, becoming the entrance to his violation. Bismarck, bound to a cross-shaped rack nearby, had been injected with muscle relaxants and could only helplessly allow the Admiral to violate his sister at will. After injecting his thick semen into Tirpitz, the Admiral straightened his clothes, lifted the limp Tirpitz from the floor, and walked towards the execution device next to Bismarck. As a sophisticated yet selfish admiral, after using the bodies of deep-sea creatures to satisfy his own needs, these fair, smooth, and voluptuous mature deep-sea women were best suited to be made into various "things" and sold to wealthy men with perverse tastes. The initially captured "dumb monkey" was personally pierced by him and turned into a delicious deep-sea cooked meat feast for the wealthy. And the deep-sea flagship Tirpitz before him, with her voluptuous figure and impressively large breasts, was even more of a top-tier choice. However, the shrewd admiral had no intention of disposing of this deep-sea creature as food. Having already planned his next move, the admiral picked up Tirpitz, took out a thumb-thick hemp rope that he hadn't used in a long time, and roughly tied it tightly around Tirpitz's fair neck, the other end of which was attached to a mechanical pulley above Tirpitz's head. With just a flick of the admiral's finger, the gallows would be activated, and Tirpitz would experience a slow death during this not-so-short execution period. Under Tirpitz's complex gaze, the expressionless admiral pulled down the valve. The clatter of machinery quickly rose above Tirpitz's head as the mechanical pulleys, bound by gears, slowly rotated. A thumb-thick hemp rope was slowly tightening."Hmm..." Tirpitz frowned slightly, her pale golden eyes unusually filled with unease. If the admiral's humiliation of her defeated prisoners of war was something she had expected, being strangled with a rope was something she had never imagined. This deep-sea flagship, who had never known the concept of death since birth, felt intense unease for the first time. "Buzz..." The rope slowly rose as the pulley turned, and Tirpitz's toes, bound by the rope around her neck, began to seem to lift off the ground. At this moment, Tirpitz felt the pain pounding in her head even more intensely. The rope tightened around her neck, her soft and fragile throat being constricted and twisted under the immense force, clearly showing signs of extreme difficulty breathing and a fading of consciousness. Tirpitz had never been in such pain as this. "Ah!" As time went on, the pulley tightened further. Tirpitz, who could have touched the floor on tiptoe, now hung limply, her voluptuous, mature body suspended from a thick rope. Her throat, its nerves severed, trembled violently. Her eyes rolled back, her toes quivered, and she could only utter a few broken, meaningless syllables. As she hung on the rope longer, her toes lifted further from the ground. With a final muffled groan, her head slumped heavily, and the rope snapped at her neck. Her voluptuous, sensual corpse swayed slightly with the rope. The admiral, already impatient, began posting photos of the hanged deep-sea flagship on his underground websites. He knew very well that such a perfectly preserved, fair, voluptuous, and sexy deep-sea body would attract many people to pay to violate Tirpitz, to ejaculate inside the deep-sea flagship's body, and to enjoy the pleasure of having the invincible deep-sea flagship like a doll beneath them, completely at their mercy. The Fourth Admiral, holding his phone, contacted his "clients" with great interest, sending them "photos" of the still-swaying corpse of Tirpitz for reference. While the Admiral was still negotiating with his long-time clients, Bismarck, the deep-sea flagship bound to the side and having witnessed the entire execution, remained dazed. She seemed to only now realize what had happened. Those who should have been invincible on the ocean had now become merchandise in the hands of this Admiral, objects to be disposed of at any time, even their corpses becoming objects for his toying and venting. Seeing the Admiral's nonchalant, even slightly relaxed expression, Bismarck, deeply suppressed by the thought of this situation, finally felt the fear within her burst forth uncontrollably. Her pale green eyes stared in terror at Tirpitz's corpse, its neck twisted and body slowly slumping downwards. Her body, bound to the cross by iron rings, began to tremble uncontrollably. Having witnessed her twin sister's execution firsthand, Bismarck showed signs of collapse. She, once an insignificant human, was now powerless against the Admiral, and had become the next victim on this cross. Just as Bismarck, bound to the cross, began to tremble with fear about her impending fate, the Admiral, having already negotiated a satisfactory price with his client, turned off his phone. His satisfied gaze lingered on Tirpitz's voluptuous body for a long time before turning back to Bismarck not far away. "Then it's your turn." The admiral walked up to Bismarck of the Deep Sea, his fingers gently tracing her pale white hair. His eyes studied her somewhat fearful emerald green eyes, then moved to her naked, white body. Like her sister, who was already hanging by the noose, Bismarck's body was also very full and mature. But unlike the fleshy feel of Tirpitz of the Deep Sea, the active Bismarck was clearly more robust. Her well-proportioned body looked very beautiful. The admiral's hand left Bismarck's hair, his palm roaming over her slightly trembling body. A few gentle presses revealed the tight muscle tissue beneath her fair skin. The admiral stroked Bismarck's body, nodding in satisfaction from time to time. His expression showed considerable satisfaction. The tastes of the wealthy were incredibly diverse; Bismarck's body, the complete opposite of Tirpitz's, not only provided them with a sense of sexual conquest but also made her firm flesh quite appealing. With proper preparation, the admiral believed this Deep Sea Bismarck would bring him many surprises. Ready, the admiral tossed aside his disposable gloves, took out new yellow rubber gloves from a drawer, put them on, donned his white mask, and pressed the red button on the table. "Buzz—" The tense Deep Sea Bismarck was startled; the cross-shaped rack binding her body slowly turned and tilted towards the ground. Suppressing the discomfort of the shifted center of gravity, Deep Sea Bismarck heard a "thud" and found herself lying down instead of bound. Her voluptuous body, stripped of her uniform, lay on the flattened cross-shaped rack, her small, white-haired vulva twitching slightly as the admiral's gaze swept over it. "Clang." A cold glint flashed before Abyssal Bismarck's eyes. She stared intently; a razor-sharp, angled blade hung suspended above her. A rope, neither too thick nor too thin, was tied to the blade, the other end to a handle beside the admiral's desk. The admiral lightly grazed it with his scalpel. "Gulp." Abyssal Bismarck suppressed the urge to flinch, forcing herself to remain calm in the face of the blade hovering above her. Her gaze was fierce as she stared at the pale-faced admiral and the scalpel he held, swaying gently beside the rope binding the blade. "It won't hurt much, don't worry. Abyssal Flagship Commander." The admiral met Abyssal Bismarck's unfriendly gaze with an expression of utter indifference, as if he were executing a mere insignificant lab rat. Even the grueling executions of these plump or beautiful humanoid Abyssals by his own hands, using various painful methods, couldn't falter his composure. A gleaming guillotine hovered above Bismarck's trembling body. Facing the guillotine, Bismarck glanced at both the blade and the admiral holding the scalpel, a sense of impending danger washing over her, completely erasing the former majesty of the deep-sea flagship. Now, Bismarck was nothing more than a raw fish on a chopping block, her life or death decided at the admiral's whim. Perhaps she could try learning from the Fortress Princess after her chemical castration—using her body to serve the admiral and gain a mere sliver of survival. Bismarck swallowed hard, her green eyes flashing with the cold light of the guillotine's blade. The areolas on her pale breasts, previously indented, slowly rose, revealing small, adorable pink mounds. Enraptured by death, Bismarck was completely oblivious to the subtle reaction her body was undergoing. "Snap." The admiral's hand moved swiftly, the scalpel slicing cleanly across the rope. The rope binding the guillotine snapped with a snap. With a whoosh, the broken rope began to whip wildly, and the guillotine, pulled by gravity, plummeted downwards. The Deep Sea Bismarck, lying beneath the guillotine, froze, her expression blank. Then, with a splattering sound of flesh tearing apart, blood splattered around her. The guillotine was embedded in the cross, still dripping crimson blood. A head, its neck severed by the guillotine, rolled cleanly to the ground. White hair stained with red blood, a look of terror lingered on Deep Sea Bismarck's face. Her body, bound by the cross, continued to twitch intermittently, as if by nerve reflex. Urine and excrement flowed continuously from her uncontrolled, incontinent vagina and anus. Drops of blood splattered on her erect breasts. "Ugh...cough cough!..." The intense feeling of suffocation suddenly subsided, and her throat, filled with the foul-smelling liquid, struggled to expel the semen that had been forcibly ejaculated into her throat. Lying on the ground, seemingly disoriented, Fukami Kaga coughed violently, large chunks of thick liquid mixed with the admiral's urine gushing from her mouth. The white kimono that had covered her body had long been torn off by the admiral and hung on Fukami Kaga's battered body. The suffocating smell of semen permeated the entire claustrophobic cell. Having finished vomiting on the ground, Fukami Kaga couldn't remember how long she had spent in this cell. Her memories had been completely destroyed by the admiral's intense and prolonged sexual assault; the few memories she had left were of herself and Akagi being captured by this admiral and taken to his private basement. Then I saw the neatly arranged deep-sea corpses and the sex slave fortress princess who only knew how to stick her buttocks to the admiral's genitals and had no ability to communicate whatsoever. Next, I and Deepsea Akagi were injected with some strange drug and thrown into a cell. After what seemed like an eternity in the dim light, I finally saw the first person enter this cell. The one in front of me was the executioner who had slowly walked in carrying the head of Deepsea Bismarck. He had looked at me, ravenously hungry and almost skeletal, without uttering a single word. He had simply...A head, still bleeding and filled with terror, of Deepsea Bismarck was thrown in front of him, then he kicked his own body. The admiral's gaze lingered on Deepsea Kaga's body for a long time before offering two choices: either serve him for sustenance or slowly devour the head. The dazed Deepsea Kaga simply held Deepsea Bismarck's head, his azure eyes fixed on Bismarck's frozen, terrified face for a long time. Finally, he gently lowered the head and loosened the sash of his kimono. Afterwards, Deepsea Kaga, nearly suffocating from the admiral's forced deepthroating, only understood what this guy had injected him with after his mouth was filled with semen. He had used a drug to turn him and Akagi into beings who could only survive on his penis and semen. On this island where he was the only male, he and Akagi had no other choice. The memories that followed were fragmented. In Kaga's recollection, he only stopped briefly to recover when the Admiral had violated her until she was covered in semen and could barely stand. He would then use a high-pressure water gun to wash himself clean before continuing to hold her and relentlessly fuck her vagina with his penis. So much so that even when it just ended, her vagina couldn't close properly. While still recalling fragmented memories, Kaga suddenly felt a sudden jolt. The Admiral, who had already cleaned his penis with his mouth, picked up her incredibly sensitive body, which had been fucked countless times, and then thrust his penis into her pale labia. With Kaga's moans and groans, and her body trembling and slightly moistening involuntarily, Kaga's face flushed with lust. Having just regained a sliver of reason, Kaga's mind went blank again, and she became a lump of flesh clinging to the Admiral, enjoying his penetration. "Mmm... Oh~" The admiral embraced Kaga's plump, round buttocks with both hands, his fingers parting her semen-covered labia, revealing her vulva in its entirety. His thick penis plunged deep into Kaga's vagina, constantly stirring the folds she clung to. Kaga, held in the admiral's arms, showed no restraint, "passionately" wriggling her white buttocks, enjoying the pleasure brought by the admiral's penis invading her. "Thump!" The admiral carried Kaga to the iron bars of the prison cell, lifting her body and pressing her against them. Watching the iron bars slowly spill from Kaga's voluptuous body, the admiral thrust his hips forward, his left hand gripping her excited waist, and then slammed into her buttocks. With a tremor of flesh, the admiral's penis pumped in and out of Kaga's vagina, drawing out waves of her vaginal fluids that soaked the floor beneath their feet. The admiral, holding Kaga's buttocks with both hands, continued thrusting as he opened the iron bars, carrying Kaga, whose legs were spread, out of the dark cell. Kaga, finally freed from captivity, felt no joy at escaping her fate. Her flushed face was filled only with the desire for the penis inside her. After being repeatedly violated by the admiral in the cell, the Kaga of the deep-sea flagship was completely dead; the one now riding on the admiral's voluptuous body, indulging in lust, was nothing but an insatiable female beast. The admiral, kneading her fleshy buttocks with both hands, continued his pleasure with his penis against the fleshy Kaga in his arms as he walked down the dimly lit basement corridor. He thoroughly enjoyed the sight of the headmistress, now delirious from his violation. Even as they walked down the corridor, he didn't put Kaga down, instead continuing to fondle her breasts and thrust his penis in and out, each step eliciting a wanton moan from her. Wave after wave of pleasure washed over Kaga's senses, her body undulating with each thrust of his penis, which was penetrating her vagina. Her long, white legs were spread in a shameful M-shape, facing forward. Kaga, her face flushed and her eyes glazed, sensed a different color appearing in her vision. Long, slender legs pressed against the floor stained with white, cloudy fluid, toes dripping with bodily fluids from her vagina, which was being constantly sprayed with clear liquid from a toy inserted into it. Her other leg was forcibly raised above her head, forcing her body into an extremely revealing and erotic position with her legs spread in an "I" shape. A red and black kimono hung on her bruised flesh, revealing the marks of abuse. On her breasts, which showed signs of sagging, lewd graffiti in black marker was scattered everywhere. Looking up, the girl, her eyes blindfolded with black cotton cloth, made indistinct sounds through her mouth, which was stuffed with a genital toy, seemingly gripped by a deep-seated fear of the approaching figure. Kaga Fukami paused, then groaned again as the admiral thrust heavily into her vagina and cervix, her body trembling. Upon finally seeing Akagi, the other flagship of the Abyssal Sisters who had been missing since her capture, Kaga Fukami's face showed no emotion. Her mind, already filled with the admiral's penis, had long since forgotten the image of this deep-sea flagship. The momentary lapse in concentration when her gaze fell upon Akagi was merely a subconscious physiological reaction. The admiral straightened his back, slightly lifting the soft flesh of Kaga's cervix with his penis, supporting her buttocks with one hand and draping her over himself. He then walked to Akagi, whose thigh was suspended and being relentlessly pleasured by a sex toy. Although Akagi's eyes were blindfolded, she quickly recognized the source of Kaga's moans. But this was immediately followed by a surge of shame. Facing her long-time sister, this wretched and shameful state was utterly unbearable. If her sister saw her like this, she would likely be misunderstood. Just as Akagi was still being relentlessly violated by the training toys while constantly panicking, the Admiral, supporting Kaga's buttocks with one hand and tearing off the cotton cloth covering Akagi with the other, looked directly ahead and froze. While Akagi was being humiliated by the Admiral, his younger sister had long since become a sex pot on his penis. "Ugh~" The Admiral lifted Kaga's buttocks with both hands and withdrew his penis from her tight honey hole. Kaga, her face flushed, paused for a moment, then twisted her waist more violently, desperately writhing in the Admiral's arms, begging for his penis to violate her. Her flushed face showed no trace of the former domineering figure on the sea. Akagi stared blankly at Kaga, who was writhing in the Admiral's arms, craving his penetration. Her gaze slowly hardened on the unrecognizable face, and she finally lowered her head in silence. Facing a female beast driven only by lust, Akagi had no hope. "Hand...uh...hand...hand..." Kaga, already aroused by the penetration, became even more restless without the hand. Her empty, open vagina dripped copious amounts of fluid, wetting the floor. The wanton Kaga desperately awaited the Admiral's penis. The Admiral held Kaga without moving, letting her writhe in his arms, craving even more intense pleasure. Just as Kaga was about to give in, trying to break free and press herself against the Admiral, the Admiral pulled a pre-prepared sword from behind his back and handed it to her. Grasping Kaga's wrist, he aimed the sharp blade of the sword at Akagi's abdomen. "Ugh!" Facing the sword's edge, Akagi twisted her body in terror, trying to avoid the imminent danger. However, the heavy iron chains binding her hands and feet made her struggle a death knell. When the blade was already at her navel, Akagi gave up struggling, her face ashen as she looked at Kaga, whose face was flushed with excitement, and the admiral behind her, who remained expressionless. "Pfft—swoosh." Less than five fist-widths of the blade gently pressed against her navel, sinking into it. Bright red blood slowly flowed from the groove of the blade, mixing with the white semen stains on the ground. Kaga's eyes gradually lost their luster as his body convulsed. His gaze remained fixed on the bloodlust awakened within him by the carnage, until finally, he lost consciousness, his head slumping heavily, his eyes wide with death as he stared at his abdomen, cleaved open by the sword, and the organs spilling out with the flow of blood. "Ugh~"Just as Kaga was still feeling physically excited by the bloody scene, the Admiral's penis slammed into her vagina, hitting her cervix and pounding against her sensitive, delicate flesh. "Oh...!" The penis, now reinserted into her vagina, moved much faster. The Admiral thrust his hips rapidly into Kaga's vagina, which was gushing with vaginal fluid, seemingly satisfied with the pleasure he was getting from her body and preparing to ejaculate his thick, sticky semen inside her. At the same time, the hand that had been gripping Kaga's wrist pulled the sword from her abdomen, turned it, and aimed it at Kaga's throbbing, pale belly, the blood-dripping blade aimed at her navel. "Ugh... Ahh... Ahhh... Ohhhhhh...!" The admiral slapped Kaga's fleshy buttocks with his hand, and at the same time, his penis thrust forcefully through the soft flesh of her cervix, the glans slamming into Kaga's uterus, ejaculating a large amount of thick, viscous semen, which quickly filled Kaga's uterus, continuously flowing from her vagina down her thighs onto the blood-soaked floor. "Pfft." Just as Kaga was still convulsing in the throes of orgasm, the admiral's sword instantly plunged into Kaga's abdomen, slicing open her pale belly in the same way. Blood and organs mixed with the large amount of ejaculated semen gushed forward, staining Kaga's pale body hanging on the rack with various colors. Finally, as Kaga's body leaned forward, it pressed against Kaga's torso. Her body stopped its final convulsions. The epilogue: A young girl's flesh, the spikes protruding from her mouth, hangs from a spiked stake. A girl's head hangs precariously from a rope, her body swaying in the wind. A headless woman's body hangs on a cross. Two mature women's corpses, their abdomens ripped open and pressed together. And a white-haired young girl, her eyes burning with desire, licks a massive penis before her. Six photographs lay on the table, depicting various bloody and untold tragedies that had occurred in the basement. Deep Sea Yamato's hands trembled as she carefully collected the photographs, her gaze returning to the sea before her. Her deep purple eyes could vaguely make out several white streaks appearing on the distant horizon… [The End]

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