The transformation was completed, and Antonita had become a complete copy of Boa Hancock, except that her hair was red. But Arlo had an extremely hot woman in front of him.
And at that moment, the quest was once again completed, and many blue screens began popping up.
[Second Quest Completed]
[Reward Acquired: Hypnotic scroll.]
First, Arlo decided to check what the Hypnotic scroll was able to do, and once again, he opened the description:
{
Class: Golden Item
Name: Hypnotic scroll.
Uses: 3
Duration of Effect: 24 Hours
Effect: Allows the user to slightly change the memories and the perception of people around.
Notice: its effect becomes weaker, the stronger the opponent. Before using the scroll, it's possible to check with the system if the hypnotic suggestion will work or not.
}
Again, he had received an item, and it seemed to be a very powerful one. It would definitely be useful to get out of that situation altogether.
Actually, a perfect plan had already begun to take form in Arlo's mind. However, before doing anything, he needed to deal with the bitch in front of him.
To begin with, he focused on the next quest he had received.
[New Quest Received: Corrupt Antonieta ]
[Objective: Choose one of the five humiliation methods and do it.]
[Reward: ?????]
The word 'five' was glowing in a low tone of red, and as Arlo clicked on it, the five options he had were displayed in front of him:
1 Fuck her brains out, corrupting her soul and turning her into a pervert forever.
2 Force her to do servant work for 1 day, corrupting her pride.
3 Compel a heartfelt confession, forcing her to voice her deepest, most shameful secret or desire.
4 Shatter her faith, make her willingly renounce or desecrate her rights as part of the Celestial Dragons.
5 Brand her with your mark, make multiple degrading tattoos that will remain in her body forever.
A lot of the options seemed interesting, or at least a little bit tempting, but Arlo was someone who worked for a long time fulfilling these filthy ladies' desires.
But he never had the chance to actually have a taste of a real beauty.
At that moment, it was already hard to keep his desire under control; his dick was desperate for some release.
Because of that, he chose the first option.
Arlo guided the newly transformed Antonita to the bed. A spike of terror shot through her, and she felt his strong hands grab her body with strength enough to leave marks later.
"Please," she finally managed to whisper, "Don't do this."
He ignored her, his eyes dark and focused.
He stood back for a moment, just looking at the stunning form he had forced upon her. Then he undid his own pants.
Her breath hitched, feeling arousal even amidst the panic and fear. He was huge, thick, and long, already fully erect.
Arlo didn't speak as he moved over her, his weight settling between her legs. She squeezed her eyes shut, turning her head away as her long, red hair fanned out across the pillows.
However, she felt the blunt, insistent pressure of him against her entrance, and she knew that if things kept being like that, she would never be the same again.
"No," she pleaded, her voice trembling with a celestial pride that was rapidly crumbling. "Stop… I command you! You can't…"
He pushed in.
A sharp, burning gasp was torn from her. He was too big, stretching her to a point that was pure, searing pain.
She clawed at the sheets, her body arching in a futile attempt to escape the overwhelming intrusion. But even amidst the pain, there was a dark pleasure, corrupting her mind.
He began to move, a fast, aggressive, and relentless rhythm that forced choked sobs from her throat.
"Please… just stop…" she whimpered, her protests sounding weaker even to her own ears.
However, something insidious began to happen then. Beneath the fear and the violation, a treacherous warmth started to bloom deep within her.
The initial shock was receding, replaced by a raw, physical pleasure.
The sheer size of him, the profound depth of each thrust, was hitting places inside her that had never been touched.
She had been fucked many times, but never like that.
But never with this level of aggressiveness or dominance. After all, she was the one who always dominated. She was at the top of the world... right?
At that moment, the fundamental belief she'd been taught since childhood began to crumble before her eyes.
'No, NO, NO!!!!' she thought, horrified. 'I am a Celestial Dragon… I can't… feel this from a worm…'
She mustered all of her strength to resist reality. To keep the illusion of her own superiority.
A low, guttural moan escaped her perfectly shaped lips, one she immediately tried to stifle.
Arlo noticed it immediately.
A slow, knowing smile spread across his face. He shifted his angle, and the new friction sent a jolt of pure, undiluted pleasure straight through her, shattering her thoughts.
"Oh god…" she breathed, the words a damning confession.
Her resolve was crumbling. Her hips, which had been rigid with resistance, gave a tiny, involuntary jerk upwards to meet his thrust. The shock of her own response was almost as powerful as the pleasure itself.
He saw the change in her eyes, the dawning hunger warring with her shame.
He leaned down, his mouth near her ear. "That's it," he murmured, his voice husky. "That is what you really are, a filthy and pathetic woman, who can just feel real pleasure by being treated like a slave. Now, cum for me, bitch""
She wanted to resist, but she was just his plaything, doing exactly what he wanted.
The last of her mental barriers shattered. A dam broke inside her, and a wave of sensation crashed over her, so intense it was almost painful.
Her back arched off the bed, a raw, loud cry tearing from her throat as her first orgasm seized her, wracking her body with uncontrollable spasms.
It was, by far, the most powerful climax of her life, born of violation and surrender.
However, Arlo didn't stop. He drove into her through her climax, his own control fraying. He hadn't satisfied his need yet, and he desperately wanted to cum.
Antonieta could only moan in response, her body boneless and pliant, already craving more. The shame was still there, a faint echo of her former pride, but it was utterly drowned out by the roaring need he had awakened.
She was moving with him now, meeting his powerful thrusts with a desperate, eager rhythm of her own.
"Yes…" she hissed, her nails digging into his shoulders. "More… Master, please, more!" She said, giving up completely.
At least, by being his slave, she could feel pleasure, and that would be good enough, however…
"Don't call me master," He slapped her on the face with such strength her nose began bleeding.
"What?" Her eyes opened wide.
"I never planned on having a bitch like you as my slave," he pushed her by the hair. "You are nothing more than a temporary toy that I will use today and discard tomorrow. I don't want to ever see you again."
"But…"
"Don't you understand it!" He screamed, grabbing her by the throat and choking the girl. "I hate you, I despise you, why would I ever want you around me?"
His hands kept choking her, and in these moments of rage, he almost killed the woman. He only stopped because she saw her fainting.
"Fuck…" he murmured, frustrated because he couldn't cum in the end. "This useless bitch is not even good enough for that…"
He got up, breathing slowly to calm himself down. Then his eyes fell on the blue screen in front of him.
[Quest Completed: Corrupt Antonita]
[Reward: is being calculated.]