Bloody tragedy

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admiral took a bottle of black medicine from a nearby iron shelf. The colorless liquid inside was slowly shaken. Next, he picked up a syringe neatly packaged in a medical plastic bag from the pale white table. He slowly and deliberately extracted the syringe, marked with numbers, from the bag, a slight panting sound audible nearby.

Ignoring the panting, the admiral, focused on his work, gracefully opened the bottle and carefully drew the needle into the liquid. Once the needle was submerged, he calmly emptied the entire bottle, capped it, and placed it back. Then, he put on rubber medical gloves, 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 terror as the admiral approached.

The Abyssal 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 who had preyed on 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, her small hands scratching at the floor, while her buttocks trembled as the admiral's hips and penis pounded against her.

Under the rather violent exchange, Fortress Princess, pinned to the floor and enduring the impact, finally succumbed to exhaustion and submitted to the Admiral. As the Admiral thrust his hips hard against her buttocks, pouring his pent-up semen into her still-bloodied vagina, Fortress Princess had no more will to resist. 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 visibly beginning to twitch slightly. The Deep Sea'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!" The Fortress Princess, her eyes glazed over, was pulled up, and then the Admiral's enormous penis was roughly forced open and shoved into her mouth. Exhausted from the previous encounter, the Fortress Princess had no strength to resist, her mouth filled with the Admiral's penis, making sucking sounds.

Under the Admiral's violation, the Fortress Princess, who had no concept of sexuality, had subtly awakened a desire for the opposite sex.

Forced to take the penis into her mouth, she began to slowly lick it with her tongue.

Never having tasted a man's penis before, the Fortress Princess clumsily wrapped her tongue around the Admiral's penis, her glazed eyes looking at him, her mouth obediently sucking and swallowing his penis. Her petite body lay on the ground, still trembling slightly, seemingly unsatisfied with the abrupt end to her first time. The fortress princess, lying prone on the floor, tightly wrapped her tongue around the admiral's penis, her nimble tongue constantly sucking on the large shaft to gain his favor.

Her petite body lay on the floor without any regard for appearances, her messy white hair scattered across her smooth back. After the admiral had forcefully violated her and ejaculated, the fortress princess raised her small head, following her instinctive desires to lick and swallow the admiral's penis. Her two small hands grasped the admiral's scrotum hanging from the shaft, carefully serving him according to the limited sexual knowledge she had in her mind. Her throat kept moving as she swallowed the saliva she sucked, her young face stretched open by the admiral's large penis, the outline of the shaft 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 are best suited to be made into various "things" and then sold to wealthy men with perverse tastes. The initially captured "dumb monkey" was pierced by him personally and turned into a delicious deep-sea cooked meat feast for the wealthy men's banquets.

The voluptuous, well-endowed deep-sea flagship Tirpitz before him was a prime example. However, the shrewd admiral had no intention of using her as food. Having already planned his next move, the admiral lifted Tirpitz, took a thumb-thick hemp rope he hadn't used in a long time, and roughly tied it tightly around Tirpitz's pale neck. The other end was tied to a mechanical pulley above Tirpitz's head. With a simple tap, the admiral would activate the gallows, and Tirpitz would experience a slow, agonizing death during this not-so-short execution.

Under Tirpitz's complex gaze, the expressionless admiral pulled the valve. The clatter of machinery quickly rose above Tirpitz's head as the mechanical pulley, driven by gears, slowly rotated. The thumb-thick hemp rope was slowly tightening. "Hmm…" Tirpitz frowned slightly, her pale golden eyes unusually filled with unease. If the admiral's previous humiliation of her defeated prisoners of war was something she had expected, then 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 a profound unease for the first time.

"Buzz..." The rope slowly rose with the turning pulley, and Tirpitz's toes, bound by the rope around her neck, began to seem to be slowly lifting 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, fragile throat being constricted and twisted under the immense force, clearly showing signs of extreme difficulty breathing and a fading, blurring of her consciousness. Tirpitz had never felt more miserable than at this moment.

"Ah!" As time went on, the pulley tightened further. Tirpitz, who could previously touch the floor on her toes, now had her feet dangling in the air, her entire voluptuous, mature body hanging from a rope as thick as a thumb. Tirpitz's body, its nerves severed, trembled violently. Its eyes rolled back, its toes quivered, and only a few meaningless syllables escaped its lips. As it hung on the rope longer and longer, its toes lifted further from the ground. With a final muffled groan, its head slumped heavily, and the rope snapped at its neck. The

plump, 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 that such a perfectly preserved, fair, plump, and sensual body would attract many men who would pay to violate Tirpitz, to ejaculate inside the deep-sea flagship, and to enjoy the pleasure of having the once-powerful deep-sea flagship manipulated like a doll beneath them.

The fourth

admiral, engrossed in his phone, contacted his "clients," sending them photos of the still-swaying corpse of Tirpitz from the Deep Sea for reference.

While the admirals were still negotiating with their long-time clients, Bismarck, the Deep Sea flagship bound to the side and having witnessed the entire execution, remained dazed. She seemed only now realizing what had happened. They, who should have been invincible on the high seas, were now mere commodities in the admiral's hands, objects to be disposed of at will, even their corpses becoming objects of his toy-playing and venting. Reflecting

on this, Bismarck, seeing the admiral's nonchalant, even slightly relaxed expression, felt the deep-seated fear she had been suppressing finally erupt uncontrollably. Her pale green eyes stared in terror at Tirpitz's corpse, its neck twisted, slowly slumping downwards. Her body, chained to the cross, began to tremble uncontrollably. Having witnessed her twin sister's execution, Bismarck began to show signs of collapse. Facing the once insignificant human admiral, she was now powerless against him, and had become the next victim on this cross.

Just as the bound Bismarck began to tremble with fear at 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 shifting to Bismarck, who stood not far away.

"Then it's your turn." The admiral walked up to Bismarck, gently stroking her pale white hair with his fingers, his eyes studying her somewhat fearful emerald green eyes, then down to her naked, white body.

Like her sister already hanging by the noose, Bismarck's body was also remarkably voluptuous and mature.

Unlike the fleshy physique of Tirpitz from the Deep Sea, the lively Bismarck from the Deep Sea was clearly more robust. Her well-proportioned body was quite beautiful. The admiral's hand brushed aside 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 was quite pleased. The tastes of the wealthy were varied, and Bismarck's type, so different from Tirpitz's, not only provided them with a sense of sexual conquest but also made her firm flesh seem quite delicious. With the right preparation, the admiral believed that this Deep Sea Bismarck would bring him many surprises.

Ready to prepare, the admiral tossed aside his disposable gloves, took out new yellow rubber gloves from a drawer, put on his white mask, and pressed the red button on the table.

"Buzz—" Startled, the tense Deepsea Bismarck felt the cross-shaped rack binding her body slowly tilt towards the ground as the gears turned. Suppressing the discomfort of the shifting center of gravity, Deepsea Bismarck heard a "thud" and found herself lying down instead of bound. Her voluptuous body, stripped of her uniform, lay flat on the cross-shaped rack, her small, white-haired vulva twitching slightly as the admiral's gaze swept over it.

"Clang." A cold glint flashed before Deepsea Bismarck's eyes. She stared intently and saw a sharpened, slanted blade hovering above her. A rope of moderate thickness was tied to the blade, the other end of which was bound to the handle beside the admiral's desk, where the admiral lightly grazed it with his scalpel.

"Gulp." Deep-Sea Bismarck suppressed the urge to show weakness, 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 lightly, swaying beside the rope binding the guillotine.

"It won't hurt much, don't worry. Deep-Sea Flagship." The admiral met Deep-Sea Bismarck's unfriendly gaze with an expression that remained perfectly calm, as if he were executing a mere insignificant lab rat. Even as he personally executed these plump or beautiful humanoid Deep-Sea creatures using various painful methods, his indifferent expression remained unchanged. The

gleaming guillotine hung above Deep-Sea Bismarck's trembling body. Facing the guillotine, Deep-Sea Bismarck glanced at both the guillotine and the admiral holding the scalpel, a sense of impending danger washing over her, completely erasing the former majesty of the Deep-Sea Flagship. The current Deep Sea Bismarck is 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 that sliver of a chance to survive.

Deep Sea Bismarck swallowed hard, the cold glint of the guillotine blade above her head flashing in her green eyes. The areolas on her fair breasts, which were originally concave, slowly rose, and a small, cute pink mound of flesh slowly emerged. Deep Sea Bismarck, increasingly aroused by death, was completely unaware that her body seemed to be reacting slightly.

"Snap." The admiral's hand rose and fell, the willow-leaf blade slicing through the rope without pause. The rope binding the guillotine snapped with a sharp sound. With a whoosh, the severed rope began to whip wildly, the guillotine falling downwards under the force of gravity. The Deep Sea Bismarck, lying beneath the guillotine, stiffened, her expression momentarily stunned. Then, with a "splatter" sound, flesh tore open, and blood splattered around them. The guillotine was embedded in the cross, still dripping bright red 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.

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 saw the first person

enter this cell. The executioner who had slowly walked in carrying the head of Deepsea Bismarck.

He hadn't uttered a word when he saw me, ravenously hungry and almost skeletal. He simply tossed the still-bleeding, terrified head of Deepsea Bismarck in front of me and kicked my body.

The admiral's gaze lingered on Deepsea Kaga's body for a long time before giving me two choices: either serve him for food to survive, or slowly eat the head.

The stunned Kaga simply held Bismarck's head, his azure eyes fixed on Bismarck's frozen, panicked face for a long time. Finally, he gently lowered her head and loosened the thin sash of her kimono.

Afterwards, Kaga, who had nearly suffocated from being forced into deepthroating by the Admiral, 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.

His memories after that were fragmented. In Kaga's memory, he only stopped to catch his breath when the Admiral had violated him until he was covered in semen and could barely stand. He would use a high-pressure water gun to wash himself clean before continuing to hold him and brutally fuck his vagina with his penis. So much so that even when it had just ended, his vagina couldn't close properly.

Still reminiscing about the fragmented past, Akagi Kaga suddenly froze. 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 fair labia. With Akagi Kaga's moans and groans, and her body trembling and slightly wet, her face flushed with lust. Akagi Kaga, who had just regained a few shreds of reason, went blank again, becoming a lump of flesh clinging to the admiral, enjoying his penetration.

"Mmm... Oh~" The admiral held Akagi Kaga's plump, round buttocks with both hands, his fingers pulling apart her semen-covered labia, revealing the beauty of her vagina. His thick penis was deeply inserted into Akagi Kaga's vagina, constantly stirring the folds of flesh that Akagi Kaga clung to. Held in the Admiral's arms, Kaga Aqua showed no restraint, "enthusiastically" writhing her fair buttocks as she lay in his embrace, enjoying the pleasure brought by his penis's penetration.

"Thud!" The Admiral, carrying Kaga Aqua, walked to the iron bars of the cell, lifting her body and pressing her against them. Watching the bars slowly spill from her voluptuous flesh, he thrust his hips forward, his left hand gripping her excited waist, and then slammed his penis into her buttocks. With a tremor of flesh, his penis pumped in and out of her vagina, drawing out her gushing fluids and wetting the floor beneath their feet.

The Admiral, still holding Kaga Aqua's buttocks, opened the iron bars, carrying her legs spread wide as he walked out of the dark cell. Facing the Abyssal Kaga, finally freed from captivity, there was no excitement of surviving a calamity. Her flushed face was filled only with thirst for the penis inserted into her vagina. After being repeatedly violated by the Admiral in the confinement cell, the Abyssal flagship Kaga was completely dead. Now, the one driving her voluptuous body to sit on the Admiral and constantly enjoy sexual desire was nothing more than an insatiable female beast.

The Admiral kneaded her buttocks with both hands, walking down the dimly lit basement corridor, still relentlessly engaging in sexual intercourse with the Abyssal Kaga in his arms. Facing this Abyssal Dean, who had been violated to the point of madness by his penis, the Admiral thoroughly enjoyed it. Even walking down this corridor, he did not put down the Abyssal Kaga in his arms, but instead played with her breasts with his hands, thrusting and violating her with his penis, each step a thrust that aroused the lewd moans of the Abyssal Kaga.

Waves of pleasure washed over Kaga's senses, one after another. Her body, held in the Admiral's arms, was being repeatedly thrust into by the penis inside her vagina, sending waves of flesh rippling through her. Her long, white legs were spread wide in a shameful M-shape, facing forward. Kaga's face was flushed, her eyes glazed, sensing a different color appearing in her vision.

Her long legs pressed against the floor stained with white fluid, her toes dripping with bodily fluids from her vagina, which was being constantly sprayed with crystalline liquid from the toys inserted into it. Her other leg was forcibly raised above her head, forcing her body into an extremely exposed and erotic I-shaped spread. A red and black kimono hung on her bruised body, revealing the marks of abuse. And on her breasts, which showed signs of sagging, lewd graffiti written 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 Akagi was startled, then groaned and trembled again as the admiral thrust heavily into her vagina and cervix. Upon finally seeing her long-lost flagship, Akagi, another Akagi sister, after being captured, Kaga's face showed no emotion. Her mind, already filled with the admiral's penis, had long since forgotten the image of this Akagi flagship. Her momentary startle upon seeing Akagi was merely a subconscious physiological reaction.

The admiral straightened his back, slightly lifting the soft flesh of Kaga's cervix with his penis, and supported her buttocks, hanging her on his body. He then walked to Akagi, who was being relentlessly pleasured by the genital toy, one leg dangling from her. Although Akagi's eyes were covered with a cotton cloth, she quickly recognized the source of Kaga's moans. But a wave of shame washed over her. Facing her long-time sister, this disheveled and shameful state was utterly unbearable. If her younger 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. As Kaga's eyes gradually lost their luster, her body convulsed. Her gaze, now fixed on the bloodthirsty excitement awakened by the carnage, finally faded, her head slumped low, her eyes wide with death as she stared at her abdomen, cleaved open by the sword, and the organs spilling out with the flow of blood.

"Ugh~" Just as Kaga was still experiencing the physical arousal from the bloody scene, the Admiral's penis plunged heavily into her vagina, slamming against her cervix and pounding against her sensitive, delicate flesh.

"Oh...oh!" The penis, now reinserted, moved much faster. The Admiral thrust rapidly, pumping his hips into Kaga's vagina, which was gushing with vaginal fluids, seemingly satisfied with the pleasure he felt, preparing to ejaculate his thick, sticky semen inside her. At the same time, the hand gripping Kaga's wrist pulled the sword from her abdomen, turned it, and aimed it at her heaving, pale belly, the blood-dripping blade aimed at her navel.

"Ugh~ Uh-huh~ ...Uh-huh... Ohhhhhhh...!" The admiral slapped Kaga's buttocks, his penis thrusting forcefully through her cervix, the glans slamming into her uterus, ejaculating a large amount of thick, viscous semen that quickly filled her uterus, flowing continuously from her vagina down her thighs onto the blood-soaked floor.

"Pfft." Just as Kaga Fukami was still convulsing in shock from the internal ejaculation of her climax, the Admiral's hidden sword instantly plunged into Kaga Fukami's abdomen, slicing open her pale belly in the same way. Blood and organs mixed with a large amount of ejaculated semen gushed forward, staining the pale flesh of Akagi Fukami, hanging on the rack, with various colors. Finally, as Kaga Fukami leaned forward, she pressed against Akagi Fukami's body. Her body stopped its final convulsions.

The tail end

hung on the spiked stake, the spike protruding from its mouth. A girl's head was tightly hung on the rope, her body swaying in the wind. A headless female body hung on the cross rack. There were also two mature women's corpses with their abdomens ripped open and pressed against each other. And a white-haired man licking the huge penis in front of him, his eyes burning with desire.

Six photos were laid out on the table, describing various bloody and unknown tragedies that had occurred in the basement.

With trembling hands, Yamato carefully put away the photos one by one, 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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