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“What?” Your voice was annoyingly bratty. Nails on a chalkboard, a metal fork on a glass plate.
It was always you. At this point, Crocodile was able to identify you by a single sigh, a single grunt of annoyance. You were so irritating and painfully loud. You lacked manners and refused to listen. You didn’t fuck up a lot, but when you did, it was over immature things, and you never admitted to being wrong. Never.
Crocodile had to take a quick, five second mental break before turning around to face you. He had sent Miss Wednesday to fetch you, ordering a private conversation and some sort of explanation from you. You, however, didn’t seem too happy about the call up. Not a good sign, only because he would have to listen to you.
You put a hand on your hip as you watched your boss take a deep drag of his cigar. You could already tell he was upset with you, but you weren’t scared in the slightest. He never gave you any reason to be scared even though his threats suggested otherwise. To you, he was just a large, grumpy black cat. Nothing more.
“I didn’t even do anything!” You exclaimed, a large cloud of smoke filling the air. You could barely see it due to the lack of light in his office, but you could surely smell it— smoky, spicy, earthy.
“Would you classify explosives as not doing anything?” You could tell he was impatient merely by his tone.
You groaned, “I mean, I guess? Why does it matter? We kill people all the time! They were basically begging me to do it! You would have probably done the same thing had you been there.”
Crocodile wasn’t convinced. He grit his teeth. “There’s a reason we’re called a secret organization, brat.”
“They’re not even gonna connect it to Baroque Works,” you scoffed, “you worry too much. I know what I’m doing. I don’t need some old man to stop me every step of the way.” You crossed your arms, raising a brow and challenging him with a single look.
Immediately, forceful lengths of sand wrapped around your neck and limbs, dragging you over to stand in front of him. The squeeze was tight, but not merely enough to put out your fire.
You yelled in surprise, practically growling. “Hey! This is inappropriate for the workplace!”
A low chuckle left his lips, taunting you. “Now you want to worry about the workplace, even after insulting your boss?” The tip of his golden hook scratched against your cheek, his sand holding you in place. “What’s inappropriate is your lack of respect for me and your duties.”
“Then stop assigning me to stupid shit! It’s hard to be quiet and I don’t like stupid reconnaissance missions. They’re boring,” you hissed, tensing as he applied more pressure to both the steel and the sand around you.
“Let me give you some advice, girl,” smoke blew in your face, “This isn’t about you, no matter how much you want it to be. We have goals to hit, and as the 11th rank, I expect more from you. Not temper tantrums every week—” he trailed his hook down to your skirt, lifting the hem of it up to expose your panties— “or skimpy outfit choices.”
Your face heated up, anger and embarrassment washing over your body and making you uncomfortable. You were supposed to be the one in control, not him. “I can dress however I want! There was no dress code last time I che—”
Sand wrapped over your mouth and effectively shut you up, your words muffled out by its density. You struggled as much as you possibly could, but the mere force he had on you made it hard. You weren’t going anywhere, at least not until he saw fit.
You tried yelling, your voice muted. With your eyes widened with rage like a feral animal, Crocodile’s shoulders dropped just a bit, and with a pleased grin, he took a long, well-deserved drag of his thick cigar.
“I like you a lot better like this.” He ripped your skirt off, the remains of it stuck on the tip of his hook, “Quiet. Unable to move. Exposed,” he dragged the last word out and put his cigar out on your inner thigh, digging it deep into you as ash fell down. He barely looked at you once a pained scream vibrated against his sand, your discomfort no importance to him.
You glared at him and tried to thrash again, most of it on instinct in response to the pain. The burn stung against the cool air, throbbing and begging to be taken care of in some way. Crocodile set his cigar down on his desk and grazed your cheek again, taunting you.
“I should kill you right now.”
Your eyes pulsed, pupils widening in protest. You were a bitch, sure, but you felt that wasn't a good reason to kill you. Crocodile only laughed at you, your scared expressions a beautiful sight to his eyes, especially all that he’s had to deal with when it came to you.
“No? But that’s ‘so boring.’” He mocked your words from earlier, the tip of the metal now grazing along the waistband of your panties. It was cold against your hot skin, raising goosebumps all over and making you gasp. He was quick to notice, and quick to act.
Crocodile dragged your panties down slowly, letting them hang around your thighs. Your cunt was freely exposed to him, his eyes taking in the sight of you. He was pleased with his work so far, even if you were still slightly resisting.
The muscles in your thighs tensed up and you could feel a burn in the back of your throat, one that you hadn’t felt in a long time. Even if you were so close to being one of the top officers in Baroque Works, Crocodile had to let you know that you were still very much under his control. It was your fault you hadn’t listened, and now it would be your fault that he was assaulting you.
The thick curve of the hook rubbed against your clit, a sudden moan being released from the depths of your throat. You wanted to curse your nerves and mouth for putting you in such a situation.
“I don’t enjoy working with grown toddlers.” His movements were circular and painfully slow, your body twitching each time a bolt of pleasure was forced down your spine. “But I’ll also have to kill you if I fire you. None of us want that, at least not now.” His hook pulled away from you and ripped off your upper half fabrics, leaving you completely naked to him. He made a small cut down the middle of your breasts, blood coming to the top in small beads and dripping downwards. “So I expect you to start behaving and listening after this.”
Your breathing was shallow and rapid, but even so, you managed to nod and agree with him. Anything to stop this and an untimely death.
He released the sand around you and let you drop to the floor with a loud thud. “Good.”
You frantically tried covering your chest, but before you could do so much as that, his sand returned and forced you on your hands and knees, ass up and legs spread for your boss behind you.
“Then let’s get through this without any unnecessary back talk, girl.”
You could hear the metal buckle of his pants, the sound making you panic. You bit the inside of your cheek, your throat and eyes on fire as you fought to conceal your fear. You let out a meager whisper of a plea, “Please Mr. 0, I’ll stop,” you choked.
Crocodile scoffed and his large hands grabbed the meat of your hips, lining his swollen cock against the tight entrance of your asshole. “Shut up.”
Wet and hot tears slid down your cheeks and you bit back a sob, the cold floor being the only thing providing you with comfort right now. Crocodile made a new cut on your back, this one deeper than the one on your chest. He waited for the blood to pool before soaking his fingers in it and lathering it on his length, his tip poking against your ring of muscle before pushing in despite your cries.
Your stomach dropped right as he did this. Even as you tried to keep him out, his force was greater than your own. He was larger and stronger than you, and his cock was no different. You could feel him ripping you apart and stretching muscles that were far from ready. Even your own blood failed to provide any ease.
Despite being ordered to shut up, Crocodile had no issue with you crying and screaming, though it wasn’t like you could stop it anyway. The pain was unbearable and no amount of threatening would be able to keep you quiet.
Crocodile’s pleased grunts behind you let you know he was positively enjoying every moment of this. When his hips connected with you, you were sure he had impaled you, and that your ass was bleeding. You weren’t entirely sure though, because the stinging was overwhelming all of your nerves and racing up and down your spine. No pleasure was to be had for you, only for your boss.
A smack was made to your ass and you yelled, voice almost cracking. “Please,” you wailed, nails scratching the floor as the sand around your wrists tightened. You couldn’t see it coming, but suddenly another wave of sand slammed against your ribcage with a force you didn’t know was possible. You coughed as a small crack could be heard.
Crocodile grinned as he watched you struggle to breathe. As he glided himself in and out of you, he sent more sand to hit you, over and over again. Your ribs, back, and arms were assaulted with brutal fury, all of it having been accumulated overtime, now to be released on you. With each strike, Crocodile could feel himself relax, like he no longer wanted to strangle and kill you. Your tears and strained coughing was therapeutic combined with the sheer tightness of your asshole around his cock.
Your tears were freely falling now. You felt no obligation to hold them back, nor talk back. Even if you were fiery in your attitude, under the right circumstances, you’ll shut up for good and listen, especially if it meant you could avoid any kind of further pain.
Crocodile’s grip on your hips tightened as his pace picked up, the tip of his cock reaching depths you didn’t know were possible. Each thrust felt like a knife, and every small grunt or smack of your ass robbed you of your self-worth.
Sand held you down by your throat now, your breathing cut off completely as his thrusts became unstable. His hook dug into your flesh and made another wound, the blood warm as it fell. You could feel your vision blacken in the corners, the pressure hitting the back of your eyes and filling your head.
Crocodile’s cock twitched inside of you and with a final slam of his hips, he came inside of you, thick and hot ropes of cum filling you up completely. The sand tightened even further, your vision going darker with each second. Was he really going to kill you? Even after you said you would behave?
“It looks like you can listen,” he almost hissed, the annoyance in his voice palpable. He pulled out of you and released the forces holding you down, his cock softening as he watched the cum spill from your abused hole. He wiped himself on you and tucked himself away, letting you thump against the floor, defeated.
He stood up and rolled you over with his foot, your groans of pain making him grin. He pressed down on your broken ribs, your noises almost enough to make him hard again.
“I suggest you get up. You have another reconnaissance mission in an hour. Mr. 13 will give you the details.” You closed your eyes, the heavy sound of his footsteps walking away almost enough to make you crack a smile. “I’ll be keeping a close eye on you. I expect nothing less than a flawless report.”
And with that, he was gone, leaving you broken and bruised on the cold floor in the darkness of his office. The silence of the room was the only thing there to hug you as you wept.