Meanwhile, in the brightly lit, open training hall, Nami and Nogiko collapsed onto the rubber matting, their chests heaving, soaked to the bone. They had just completed the ’warm-up’ circuit: a thousand squats, fifty rope climbs, and a mile sprint around the perimeter, all under the watchful, unyielding gaze of Lily.

"I... I can’t feel my legs," Nami wheezed, lying flat on her back, staring at the ceiling.

Nogiko was curled into a ball, letting out a pitiful, drawn-out moan. "*Oooooohhh...* My whole body is vibrating."

Robin approached them, a mischievous smile playing on her lips, her eyes sparkling with a cunning. She remembered Lakeman’s instructions.

"Rest for today, future empresses," Robin said, her voice dripping with false sympathy. She tapped her chin thoughtfully. "You are absolutely bathed in sweat. And you smell quite robustly of effort."

She pointed toward the back corner of the facility, where a bank of sleek, modern doors marked the private bathing suites.

"The showers are right there. Go clean up, you’ve earned it."

Nami and Nogiko, too exhausted to question the sudden benevolence, dragged their aching, sweat-drenched bodies toward the blessed promise of hot water. They stumbled toward the bath area, their feet shuffling on the rubber floor.

"I need a hot soak, not just a shower," Nogiko groaned, leaning heavily on Nami.

"I need to lie down in a giant pool of Berries and never move again," Nami muttered, her eyes half-closed in pain.

The bathing suites were luxurious, featuring several private rooms, each with its own state-of-the-art shower and changing area. Just as Nami reached for the handle of the first available door, a sound stopped her dead.

It was a strange, wet, rhythmic noise coming from the deepest corner room—the one Bellmere and Lakeman had just entered.

It sounded like—

*Slurp.*

A pause.

*Gag.*

*Choke.*

Then, a rapid, frantic *Schlock-schlock-schlock.*

Nogiko, still half-asleep on her feet, barely registered the noise. "What was that? A leaky pipe? Let’s just go in here, Nami, I’m going to pass out."

But Nami, the future thief and navigator, was instantly alert. Her eyes narrowed, the exhaustion forgotten, replaced by a sudden, intense curiosity—the same curiosity that drove her to map dangerous seas and spy on powerful enemies. The noise sounded too organic, too desperate, to be plumbing.

"Wait," Nami whispered, grabbing Nogiko’s arm and pulling her back into the shadows of a nearby equipment rack. "Listen. That’s not a pipe. That sounds like... someone is drowning a cat."

The sounds intensified. A low, guttural male moan—Lakeman’s voice, thick with pleasure—cut through the wet noises.

"Ah... yes... take it all..."

Then, a desperate, muffled *Guh-guh-guh* from Bellmere.

Nami, ignoring Nogiko’s frantic head shakes and quiet pleas to leave, held her breath. She crept forward, dragging her sister with her, moving with the stealth of a trained spy despite her burning muscles.

They reached the corner of the hallway leading to the private stalls. The door to the last stall was indeed slightly ajar, a narrow sliver of frosted glass revealing the outline of two figures in the steam.

Nami pressed her face close to the cold wall, peering through the gap. The scene inside was hazy, steamy, and utterly confounding. She could see Bellmere, on her knees, her back arched, her head bent low over Lakeman’s waist.

Pah.

Slurp- Slurp.

Pah.

The sounds were clearer now: the deep, thick *gurgle* of a throat being forced open, the wet *smack* of flesh, and the heavy, ragged breathing of two adults locked in a desperate, secret struggle.

Nami’s eyes, wide and bewildered, took in the sight, her ten-year-old brain struggling to process the raw, overwhelming display of carnal devotion and dominance. She felt a blush creep up her neck, a mixture of shock and incomprehensible excitement.

Nogiko, however, had seen enough. She squeezed Nami’s arm, her voice a terrified quite squeak. "Nami! That’s *Mom!* We have to go! Now!"

Nami’s hand clamped instantly over Nogiko’s mouth, the action sharp and decisive. Her whisper, hot and urgent against her sister’s ear, vibrated with a dangerous curiosity.

"Shh! Are you kidding? We can’t leave now. Aren’t you curious what they’re doing? Let’s go watch."

Nogiko’s eyes were wide with terror, and she shook her head frantically, a silent, desperate refusal.

But Nami, galvanized by the mystery and the strange, compelling sounds, was already dragging her forward. Nogiko’s resistance was useless against Nami’s sudden surge of adrenaline.

They moved silently, their bare feet padding softly on the cold tile, until they were pressed directly against the frosted glass of the shower stall door. The sounds were now amplified, raw and immediate: the thick, desperate *glug-glug-glug* of Bellmere struggling to breathe, the wet suction of her mouth, and Lakeman’s deep, guttural groans of pleasure.

Inside the stall, Bellmere was fighting the last vestiges of her gag reflex, her throat stretched to its limit, completely encompassing Lakeman’s massive cock.

He watched her, his eyes half-closed, feeling the exquisite pressure of her devotion, knowing exactly where her daughters were standing. The energy of their presence, their frantic heartbeats, was a palpable heat against the glass.

’They need to learn,’ Lakeman thought, a cruel, controlling smile curving his lips. ’They need to see how to properly service me.’

With a sudden, powerful surge of will—a subtle application of his power—he focused on the glass. The frosted opacity shimmered, then vanished entirely.

In a horrifying instant, the hazy, indistinct figures snapped into sharp, crystal-clear focus.

Nami gasped, her hand dropping from Nogiko’s mouth. Nogiko let out a tiny, choked whimper, burying her face into Nami’s shoulder, but Nami’s gaze was locked, unable to tear away.

They saw Bellmere, on her knees, her face flushed crimson, tears of effort mixing with the shower spray. Her mouth was completely full, her cheeks hollowed as she desperately swallowed.

With a final, explosive shudder, Lakeman deposited his load deep in her throat, a thick, hot *gush* that made Bellmere gag violently, her eyes rolling back in her head. She swallowed again, forcing down every drop, accepting the creampie without a single protest.

Lakeman pulled out, the wet *squelch* loud and echoing. Bellmere immediately fell forward, grabbing his cock and licking him clean with frantic, dedicated sweeps of her tongue, her expression a mix of shame and lewd devotion.

He didn’t give her a moment to rest. He grabbed her by the hips and hoisted her up, spinning her around.

"Now, my slut," he commanded, his voice rough with triumph. "Show how you beg."

Bellmere, conditioned by his dominance and the sheer force of his will, instantly obeyed. She placed her hands against the cool glass wall, pushing her hips back and raising her ass high, shaking it slightly like a bitch in heat, her breathing ragged.

Lakeman admired the view—the damp fabric of her training pants stretched tight over the swell of her buttocks.

He raised his hand and brought it down hard, the flat of his palm striking her pussy with a loud, stinging *WHAP!*

"Aahhh"

Bellmere cried out, a loud, startled moan that echoed off the tiles.

He grabbed the thin fabric of her pants, just beneath her waistband, and with a single, brutal tug, he ripped them down, leaving a gaping tear that exposed the smooth, wet, throbbing entrance to her pussy. The scent of her aroused sex, already slick and drooling, wafted out into the hallway.

Without hesitation, he speared her. His cock found her wet entrance, and he drove in with a sudden, forceful thrust.

"Ah!" Bellmere screamed, the sound raw and untamed, pressing her face against the glass wall.

He began to fuck her, his movements powerful and unrelenting, giving a live, graphic lesson to the two terrified, mesmerized girls just inches away.

"Oohh, master."

Pah- Pah- Pah.

"Aah! harder"

Smack.

The sounds of flesh slapping against flesh—*Splat! Thwack! Splat!*—filled the small, steamy chamber, punctuated by Bellmere’s loud, despairing moans.

"Oohh ... aahhh"

’Watch closely, little ones!’ Lakeman roared, burying himself deep, his hips pistoning with reckless abandon. ’This is how a woman serves her Master! This is the loyalty that earns ten billion Berries!’

His voice echoed directly in Nami and Nogiko’s mind, without Belllemere’s knowledge.

"Mmhh"

He climaxed inside her pussy, a deep, shuddering release that made Bellmere’s body tremor violently against the glass. He pulled out, leaving her slick and shaking, her pussy dripping with his load.

He didn’t stop there. With a casual disregard for her clothes, he tore the remaining fabric of her pants completely off, leaving her naked from the waist down. He flipped her over, pushing her belly against the wall, and grabbed her hips, repositioning her for the next lesson.

"You’ve taken my seed in your mouth and your cunt," he snarled, grabbing her ass cheeks. "Now take it in your ass."

He spat on his hand, lubricating the tight, puckered entrance to her anus, and then, with a sharp grunt, he drove into her. Bellmere’s cry of pain and shock was muffled as he stretched her open.

"Eeeeek!"

He began to fuck her asshole, harder and faster than before, his focus purely on dominance and pleasure.

Pah-Pah-Pah-Pah.

With his free hand, he started slapping her ass cheeks, the sound a sharp, rhythmic *WHAP! WHAP! WHAP!* against her skin, leaving angry red palm prints across her pale flesh.

"Oohh, Master. Fuck me harder." Bellemere moaned repeatedly as he plowed her asshole in reckless abandon, drowned inthe pleasure of her tightness.

Nami and Nogiko watched, their faces the color of ripe tomatoes, their breath ragged and shallow. They saw the final, deep anal creampie, Bellmere’s body convulsing one last time under the assault.

Lakeman pulled out, Bellmere collapsing onto her knees, utterly spent.

He smiled, a victor surveying his conquest. "Now, Bellmere. Your final service."

Bellmere, without needing instruction, turned her attention back to his cock, which was now dripping with a mixture of his seed and her fluids.

She took him into her mouth, cleaning him thoroughly while the shower water cascaded over them, washing away the evidence. The sounds of her devoted, final *slurp* were the last straw.

Nami, her heart pounding a terrifying rhythm against her ribs, finally found the strength to move. She grabbed Nogiko’s hand, pulling her away from the horrific, mesmerizing scene.

They stumbled backward, their minds reeling, the image of their mother’s desperate, exposed body burned forever into their memory.

They fled the bathroom area without ever taking a shower, the fear of being caught—of being next—a cold, paralyzing terror that overshadowed the heat of their training exhaustion.

They ran until they were back in the quiet corridors, their faces flushed, their innocence irrevocably shattered.

They turned, a shared, unspoken agreement to flee, to erase the last few minutes from their minds. But a tall figure, elegant and impossibly calm, blocked their path.

"And where do you two think you’re going, still not bathed, yet?" Robin’s voice, smooth as polished obsidian, cut through the silence.

Her eyes, dark and knowing, swept over their disheveled forms. "Soaked through with sweat. You’ll catch a chill." 𝗳𝐫𝚎𝗲𝚠𝚎𝗯𝕟𝐨𝘃𝚎𝗹.𝗰𝗼𝗺

"We... we were just going to..." Nami stammered, her mind racing, searching for an excuse, any excuse.

"No, you weren’t," Robin’s lips curved into a faint, unreadable smile. "You were going to run away. From what, I wonder?" Her gaze lingered on the bathroom door, then returned to them, sharp and unwavering. "Come now. Into the washroom. You need a good scrub."

A cold dread seeped into Nami’s bones. She glanced at Nogiko, a silent plea for help, for understanding. But Nogiko was frozen, her gaze fixed on Robin, a deer caught in headlights.

"Go on," Robin urged, a hint of impatience in her voice. "Don’t dawdle. The water’s still warm."

Nami’s legs felt like lead, but the command in Robin’s voice was absolute. She shuffled forward, Nogiko trailing behind her, their heads bowed.

They pushed open the door to the bathroom, the scent of antiseptic and stale water hitting them. It was empty, a stark contrast to the vivid, horrifying images burned into their minds.

They stepped inside, the door clicking shut behind them. The sound was deafening, final. Nami leaned against the cool tiles, her chest heaving.

Outside the bathroom, Robin’s smile faded, replaced by a thoughtful expression. She walked towards the last bathroom, the one from which the earlier sounds had emanated. The door stood ajar, a sliver of light spilling into the hallway. She pushed it open further.

Lakeman stood by the sink, a towel wrapped around his hips, droplets of water clinging to the dark hair on his chest. Bellemere, her hair still damp, was pulling on a loose robe, her back to Robin. She startled, turning quickly, a faint blush on her cheeks.

"Robin," Bellemere greeted, her voice a little too bright, a little too casual.

Lakeman’s eyes, dark and amused, met Robin’s. A slow smile spread across his face.

"Just in time, my dear. I was just thinking of you." He reached out, his hand closing around Robin’s wrist. His grip was firm, possessive.

"Come. Let me wash my dear Robin. She must be tired." He pulled her into the steamy room, the scent of soap and sex thick in the air.

Bellemere, seeing her opportunity, began to edge towards the door, a fleeting hope of escape in her eyes. But Lakeman’s other hand shot out, catching her arm.

"And where do you think you’re going, Bellemere?" His voice held a playful growl. "You’re not done yet. Not nearly." He tugged her back, effortlessly, pulling her against his wet, warm body.

The door swung shut, muffling the sounds that immediately followed, but not entirely.

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