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Somewhere in the East Blue....
Nestled carefully in a surprisingly calm rocking of waves, was a grand ship that adorned the sigil of the mighty World Government. Their cargo was more precious than any number of jewels. Neither was it less valuable than an admiral on an important assignment. The special cargo was surrounded by luxuries and indulgences only the very few could possess. Indeed, it was a young woman in the plush confines of her room. In her orange lingerie, she laid lazily in bed to paint her nails a sparkling, tangerine color. Though caring deeply about the precision of application, a half-interested expression cursed her face.
The young woman, Lady Saint Nami was bored.
There’s only so much one could do in her homeland where the servants and slaves cocooned her in priceless comforts. It was a stale life that required one to step outside of Marijoa for any fun. She demanded to travel for explicit purpose of curing said boredom. Specifically, it was to acquire kings to start her new ‘Royal Slave’ collection. She had tried her hand at gathering pirate captains like her close peer, but grew to find it boring. No real spark of fire to entertain her, nor did they please her eye. Every last one of them were unsightly losers. Well, they put up a fight for some time, but it didn’t last long; victory was tasteless. How many times has she heard their pleas for freedom ring in her ears? How much groveling at her feet did she unpleasantly endure? All it took was a week for them to blend in with the rest of her slaves. If hapless drones were all she wanted, then she could’ve easily purchased one. No, she wanted the thrill of catching something exciting. Something that would warm her silk sheets in the chill of the night. And he would keep himself forever at her beck and call.
Nami had thought long and hard about what kind of slave could fit her requirements. Then it hit her hard over five healthy cups of tangerine wine: The lower-class Royals. Surely if they were fit enough to rule a kingdom, they would put up some sort of fight. And even more so, put in effort to keep their appearances attractive. Although-
There was a rhythmic knock at the door that broke her from her thoughts. A scowl instantly scrunched her face.
“WHAT?!”
There was a slight pause, and then the knob of the door turned and opened the door to reveal a tall, white business-suited figure. An outfit that was heavily contrasted with long, dark hair and a stoic expression set in her features. Instead of passing through the threshold of her room, the Cipher Pol Aegis member remained glued to her position.
“My Lady, we’ll be arriving in the Goa Kingdom within the hour. Please take care in preparation of disembarking,” she stated with stiff shoulders.
This perked her mood up. Three weeks at sea with one stop so far had strained her short patience. It started a week into her excursion; when she had an unrestful pause in that sunbaked kingdom. Nami originally intended to not stray from the Grandline, but after witnessing the heat of a summer island, she began to wonder if most of the islands were going to be just as inconvenient. She then and there decided to restart in the weakest of the four blues as a trial. No sense in biting off more than you can chew.
She gracefully sat up on her thickly cushioned canopy bed.
“It's about time. Tell the cooks to make me a meal on the deck. I want to properly survey this sea of the lower realms,”
“As you wish,”
“Good. You are dismissed,”
Nico Robin bowed deeply for a minute longer than needed, before slowly rising to leave the threshold and closed the door with a slight ‘click’.
Once she heard Nico Robin’s footsteps retreat, Nami moved across the bed with growing eagerness. She was going to dress nicely for the occasion. King Shelly of the Goa kingdom, who happily accepted the request, would have no idea that he would be given the pleasure of being her first addition to her unique collection. If his looks were anything he boasted about, she’ll at least be occupied for a few weeks.
Lady Nami almost felt butterflies flutter in her stomach. But there would be plenty of time for that later.
“Slave,” she cooed. “Come and get me ready,”
“Yes, My Lady,”
From the corner of Nami’s eye that moved into the center of her vision, was a woman who looked to be around the same age as herself. She sounded soft-spoken and carried herself akin to a princess.
Well, formerly.
It was with strange fascination that Nami watched a former princess Vivi open up an armoire with many colorful clothes and carefully drape them across her arm. This equally young slave was once the King of Alabasta’s only heir.
Originally after the kingdom embraced their arrival, it only took a single gaze for Lady Nami to be immediately smitten. His handsome features, that beautiful voice, his polite manners! King Cobra of Alabasta was the dream for any Celestial Dragon to own! So it only seemed natural that at the end of her stay, she demanded that he accept eternal servitude to her greatness.
However.
His daughter who stood beside them in the throne room, had dared to raise her voice against absolute authority. The silly girl had hugged him tightly and pleaded her selfish case.
“Please don’t take my father! The kingdom has no queen and will die without him!”
“Why? I’m giving him the privilege of tending to a god. He’ll be my precious pet to serve me as long as he lives,”
“B-but…then there would be one less tribute!”
That part gave pause to Lady Nami. One less participant to add precious wealth. She chewed the inside of her lower lip while in thought. Her favorite CP0 agent held Cobra's arms captive as her guards threateningly held their spears against his two personal soldiers. She paced the floor a bit to think it through.
Having a consistent flow of currency was very important, but Nami felt it would be wrong to be denied what she was so rightfully entitled to. She needed a hefty compensation for such a loss. And that was when her greedy eyes has fixated themselves upon Vivi.
“Hm…you’re brazen as you are smart, Princess. However, I will not leave empty-handed,”
With a point of direction of Nami’s head, a servant left and reappeared with a heavy collar in hand. She stepped forward and clamped the device around the girl’s neck. She bit her lip and lowered her head, but remained docile.
“You will serve me in your father’s place. But I expect that you work without any complaining. Otherwise, I’ll think that this country isn’t any use to the World Government,”
“Y-yes Ma’am,”
“My Lady will do just fine,”
“…Yes, My Lady,”
Her father attempted to interrupt the exchange, but Nico Robin had brought him to his knees with a sprouting hand over his mouth. Nami’s mind had been made up and disliked continuing the dilemma further. Although, while Vivi was being loaded onto the ship, king Cobra tried to grovel at her feet. Grabbing at her expensive robes to gain her attention. He received a harsh kick of her boot for his troubles.
How unmanly.
Still, she was eager to put the silly girl’s efforts under intense scrutiny. One screw-up would motivate her to come back with a small battalion to take what she wanted. So far, Vivi remained hard-working and loyal.
The cheeky girl’s once free, sky-blue hair was now wrapped tightly in a bun, so as to not get in the way of her duties. Her bright eyes were now downcast with a solemn expression as she wore her maid uniform.
She should be thankful that she was in the service of a competent Noble. In fact, nobody could utilize their slaves better than her. Very much unlike that Charloss; who preferred to use mermaids as racehorses against piranhas instead of displaying them proudly in untold fineries. She sorely wished she could kick that moron out of Marijoa.
At the very least, former Princess Vivi’s addition made her entourage more regal-looking. Perhaps if she by some chance continued to do impress her, Lady Nami would have her collar decorated. The same gray color on more valuable slaves were a disservice.
So, the day went on; Lady Nami was adorned with several layers of colorful robes that were sewn with threads of silver and gold. Then her face had been provided with a healthy layer of make-up before putting up her hair. Costly gemstones decorated her ears, neck and wrist. Finally, most of it was covered with the outer layer of the outfit that nearly everyone on Marijoa wore; though the bubble encasing her head started to annoy her. It was necessary to keep herself from exchanging the same oxygen as the inferior, but there was no freedom.
“Hm,” she mused thoughtfully while looking in the mirror. “That will do. Maybe I won’t need to add a second Alabastian pet to my collection just yet,”
“T…Thank you, My Lady,”
“No need to fish for compliments. I require more of your services when we land in the Goa Kingdom. I don’t want any of those pitiful servants to tend to me,”
Vivi hesitated for moment, but confirmed the command with a barely audible voice. It appeared that the new station made her obnoxiously timid. This was confusing, since the kings and queens of the lesser countries were already subservient to the gods of this world. Direct service to them shouldn’t feel any different. Perhaps it was the radiant majesty of her presence that overwhelmed the girl. Regardless, Lady Nami had discarded the brief thought to rise from her chair.
Both Lady Nami and her slave went to the deck where a small, dressed round table accompanied an assortment of dishes and a small group of violinists. She took her seat while everyone else stood alert.
The cooks on the ship were taken from the Marijoa homeland to keep her well-fed and spoiled in even the direst situations. Because who else could make a tangerine glaze as sweet? Or make a medium-rare steak evenly seasoned? Only a peasant would force themselves to do without. Her light meal along with the view of the ocean made for a pleasant-
“What is that?”
Just as she had raised her fork to take her first bite, her eyes had squinted at the sight of a ship. The eyesore had suddenly appeared out from the horizon to ruin the scenery. Hopefully, it would go away before she had to waste precious time ordering someone to remove it.
HOWEVER.
Someone murmured it looked like a pirate ship.
Pirates? The second worst scum of this world?
She tried to ignore the now mentally irritating bubble of thought in the back of her head. Forced herself to focus on the luxurious dish before her. The whispers continued.
However, when they started to be difficult to block out, there came a sudden grunt of surprise, which followed a ‘snap’, that ended with a heavy ‘thud’ on the floor. More unsavory moments that finally lowered her fork.
“Nico Robin, is it possible to not kill anyone in front of me while I’m eating?”
The body of a slave now decorated the pristine deck, which killed her appetite. She bowed her deeply.
“My apologies. I was merely quelling any talk while you dine,”
The ship was closer now, and the shape of an odd jolly roger became clearer. It was apparent that whoever chose the symbol had the mind of a child. How could anyone be taken seriously with a skull and crossbones wearing a straw hat? It was just as ridiculous as the lion figurehead. She would be doing the world a favor wiping it from existence.
Lady Nami gave an annoyed groan and rose from her seat.
“My meal is ruined regardless. I want that worm-ridden ship blown to pieces,”
In moments, a very large bazooka was handed to her. Already she could make out the shapes of people excitedly running around the green deck-wait, was that was grass?
At any rate, she carefully aimed at the one who was sitting on top of the figurehead; an idiot who had on a simple farmer’s hat. Their deaths will give her some amusement.
The figure noticed what she was planning and instantly hopped to his feet. Did he realize his folly? Well, it was already too late for him to beg on his knees. She among most of her entourage watched as the deadly ball blasted off. Nami wondered briefly if his pathetic figure would explode the ball on impact, or if it would take him with it. She even leaned forward in anticipation of his doom.
But then in the blink of her eyes, it suddenly came back to fly into the side of her ship with a thundering impact.
Lady Nami naturally fell back with the heavy, tube-shaped gun and popped the bubble on her head. As if there was sudden clarity, several senses immediately alerted her to the situation at once.
There was an intense ringing in her ears before she smelled gunpowder, salt water and smoke. She had to be hoisted up by one of her subordinates and dragged to safety while guards came to form a protective wall. Nico Robin was handed the valuable asset and crossed her arms. Several hands sprouted from the floorboards and grabbed Nami to pull her to her quarters.
“HEY!!”
Someone she had never heard before was shouting above the voices of chaos. Even if it was dampened by the ringing, she could tell he sounded angry.
“You almost hit my ship! Get back here and fight me!”
Wait…why was he angry?
Why should he be the one to have all the frustrations?! He put a hole in her ship! She didn’t know how he did it, but she at least knew he was responsible! Flaying him would be the least of his punishment! If he only died quickly like a good peasant!
Lady Nami struggled against the appendages to sit up and berate him in vain. Nico Robin tried to plead with her not to resist; which proved to be a mistake of wasted seconds.
Suddenly, the line of guards were breached by the signals of anguished cries and the sight of a large figure.
He was a freak even amongst the humankind with his half mechanical appearance. The open shirt and speedo he wore cemented how much pirates dedicated themselves to depravity. Most of all however, his smile made her feel like he was going to partake in the pleasure of her destruction.
“Woah! What a SUUUUPER lady! Any woman who can handle a bazooka like that, can handle me anytime!”
She could feel the disgust on her face morph with the lascivious comment.
The CP0 agent quickly shifted focus to the pirate with crossed arms.
“You’re not worthy of even looking in Lady Nami’s direction! DIE!”
Arms instantly appeared on both sides on the man’s neck to twist it, but when she grabbed ahold his muscles, she found that he was more so laughing than feeling any nerves being scrambled. He didn’t even attempt to remove them!
“Nice try, but there’s no way you’re gonna be taking me down that way-YEAAAAAAOOOW!”
He suddenly sank to his knees with a watering eyes, banging them against the floor. Lady Nami then realized that Nico Robin had focused her attack-oh!
Her face flushed red, but this wasn’t really the time to get squeamish. Even if her personal CP0 agent had twitched slightly as her hands clutched air. Nico Robin tried to keep her stance while acknowledging her ward.
“Please return to your quarters my Lady! I’ll be sure to remove this pirate scum!”
Nami managed to stand after the line of limbs had vanished; gone to focus on the blight in front of them. Surely it wouldn’t take very long together rid of them, to which she shouted in a huff-
“Don’t damage the ship when you do it then!”
It was bad enough that her favorite excursion vessel now had a gaping hole on its side; now she was sure those idiot pirates were going to make it worse! Especially the one in the straw hat! He should die a slow, tortuous death!
Through the insanity of battle, Lady Nami avoided accidentally walking into any confrontations. Her slaves left and right were being taken by some very unscrupulous characters. The newest one, Vivi, was thrown over the shoulder of a blonde with a strangely curled eyebrow. He had this shameless look of unbridled lust while carrying her away.
Nami stumbled to her room and collapsed on the bed with a breath straining to get in her lungs. That annoying ringing finally subsided. She never experienced having to scurry like a rat to safety; it felt dirty. So much so, that it actually made the young woman angrier. Nevertheless, she wasn’t stupid enough to go back out there until the rabble was tossed overboard.
She wearily got up to her feet to go the drawer, where she got out her pistol. It was a small, but richly ornate. Any moron could shoot a gun, which then would eventually shoot themselves in the foot. That said, the noble had plenty of experience practicing with her mother, Lady Bell-mere at an early age. Her mother had impressed her with the importance of dispatching any unruly slaves. She fortunately kept enough of an iron fist to ensure disobedience was a rarity.
It was strange though, even with her confidence of manpower and slaves, her gun-wielding hand was shaky. Perhaps it was the rush of adrenaline from the earlier event of a hole being put in her ship. And her palms getting clammy must be from the sweat she accumulated from using her legs to run. Her heavy clothes did not make for efficient wear for exercise.
There was no way she was afra-
“Found ya!”
Nami squeaked in surprise as the voice she recognized from the initial chaos nearly made her heart pound out of her chest. The hair on the back of her neck prickled with uneasiness while she frantically turned around to point her shaking pistol at the source.
The creature standing in the threshold of her doorway was someone who barely counted as the same age as her. His straw hat was now hanging around his neck to reveal wild, black hair, thay never saw the stroke of a brush. Wide, black eyes took in every detail of the exotic room before settling on her form. His only imperfection was a stitched-up scar on an otherwise handsome face.
For someone who was supposed to be a pirate, there was this odd feeling trying to draw her closer. She thought it was the innocent-looking face that threatened to lower her guard...which was...very odd. Lady Nami furiously shook her head.
No, no! He wasn’t the slightest bit attractive!
But even as she caught herself, her weapon already lowered while her shaking grip went still. She got angry again.
“H-How DARE you come into MY room?! Who do you think you are?!”
“Oh, I’m Monkey D. Luffy. I’m the man who’s gonna be Pirate king,”
Her face flushed in frustration. He really was an idiot!
“I don’t care! You ruined my ship! A peasant like you should be begging for forgiveness!”
At this, the boy’s head tilted in confusion while crossing his well-built and marred chest. Then, a look of epiphany crossed his face before he furrowed his brows.
“WHAT?! You’re the one who shot at me first! It's not my fault you’re stupid!”
Nami squeezed the trigger and shot him right in the forehead. At the very least, she can have him stuffed and put on display- “EEEEH?!”
She choked in surprise as the small object that was supposed to pierce flesh and bone, came right back and grazed her cheek. Her perfect face had now been marred with a horrendous scratch. But the priority of whining and killing suddenly took a back seat to horror of what was in front of her. Lady Nami’s eyes were glued onto his unscathed face.
“H-H-How?!”
“Oh, I ate the Gum-Gum fruit and turned into a Rubberman! See?” He replied partially coherent while using a finger to stretch out his cheek, so as to prove his point.
Normally devil fruits wouldn’t scare a proud Noble such as herself. But they were used on her slaves and subordinates, people who were unquestionably loyal. A pirate who stalked a vulnerable noble could hardly count as safe. And besides, she never EVER heard of a Gum-Gum fruit!
Lady Nami could already feel sticky sweat rolling down her face to ruin the perfect addition of makeup. Where was that stupid Cipher Pol agent; wasn’t she done dealing with that robot freak yet?!
Nami had decided that she would have to make her own escape.
Without much thinking, she threw the gun at the stupid pirate and tried to run past him. She could already see herself back up on the deck, where her loyal subjects brought up their guard and destroyed the pirate scum as if they were nothing.
What actually happened was quite different.
The gun made contact with his face and bounced off like everything else, while Lady Nami tried to speed through the threshold. She only made it two steps ahead when something warm and thick wrapped swiftly around her waist to yank her back into her room. More specifically, into his sturdy physique. The Celestial Dragon struggled in vain to get away from the barbarian’s grip.
She should feel terrified at the endless possibilities of what he would do to her, but there were distractions. Namely having a hot, sweaty face rubbing up against warm, solid chest muscles was one. It made her feel light-headed.
“Wow, you’re really light! I thought all of you bubble-heads were super chunky!”
“Chunky?! You worm! Nobody disrespects-“
Without any warning, he used a hand to rip her outer suit to reveal the many layers of robes; causing her to jolt with a shriek.
“You beast!” she cried while starting up again to shoo him off.
All she could do was squirm and beat her fists on solid chest until she exhausted herself. It wasn’t fair that someone as powerful as her, was being easily subdued by a simple-minded, handsome deviant. It wasn’t until her arms got sore, did she notice a troublesome glint in his eyes.
“I think…I know how you can pay me back,” He suddenly said while shutting the door and locking it. Something that Nami in her hindsight forgot to do.
Walking towards the bed, the dastardly pirate ran his fingers though the young woman’s fiery hair to let it fall loose. His touch felt too gentle for someone was supposed to be a savage. In fact, he complicated the stereotype by massaging the back of her scalp, with every intention of making her head hang back in pleasure.
Suddenly, he wasn’t a silly rubber boy, but a roguish, young man who knew exactly how to break down the strongest of wills. She was even starting to drool.
Still, weakly tried to protest. Her head feeling like a dreadful heavy weight as she attempted to lift it up. This of course failed.
“N-no! You can’t do this to me, I’m your god!”
“So what? You don’t get to tell me what to do,”
She cried out in surprise when she was unceremoniously dropped on the mattress. Her sense of mobility snapped back to attention from the cold sheets and tried to counter his hands with a rough smack, but that only lasted a few seconds just before he used a hand to seize both of her wrists.
Nami’s body was forced back onto the bed with her heart pounding.
This terrible scoundrel then resumed taking apart her clothes with growing delight. Taking no care as he tore her colorful robes away with ease. “I dunno why you bubbleheads have those stupid outfits. You look a lot hotter without em’,” he said as he finally took away her embroidered lingerie to take in the sight of curves with a heavy bosom. He bent down and press his face between her chest with a lecherous groan. There should have been shame and disgust for a filthy commoner freely defiling her sacred vessel of perfect skin and supple flesh. She should be screaming for her guards, slaves, anyone!
But the feeling of a heat of a well sculpted man violating her body did the opposite. Muscles, sweat and warmth made her eyes roll back in euphoria. Lady Nami couldn’t help it. A high-pitched moan of pleasure erupted from her lips.
The pirate became smug and lifted his head enough for his mouth to smooth against hers.
“Hm? Don’t mind so much anymore?”
She could’ve answered, but when she tried, he greedily sucked in her lips and grabbed ahold of her plush hips. Her tongue was unable to form words because it was tied around that scoundrel’s. And like the devious menace that he was, had thrusted savagely against her. She couldn’t help feeling wet from the growing swell of his manhood that was only covered by rough denim.
Why was her mind spinning so much? Why did her hands clutch the back of his cardigan and pull at is like her life was on the line? And why were her lips quivering so much when she was finally allowed air? Her pussy was throbbing too much from the yearning of it being filled. What a humiliating irony!
“This…you…filthy…I…” Lady Nami had a difficult time forming sentences because that vile incubus was stealing her breath away. Every inhale so close to him was making her heart pound too much!
Ironically, her fingers refused to unlatch from his clothes.
“It is pretty filthy, huh?” he asked in a husky voice while moving his hands to unbutton his jeans. Allowing a hot, large cock to rub in between her shaking thighs. The warmth alone made her hips arch against it; soaking him with her juices.
“I’ll make sure you won’t forget,”
He positioned his cock and pushed his girth against her throbbing pussy. The hand seizing her wrists finally let go to help the other slide up Nami’s plush thighs to reveal her drenched desires. With a small smile, the devious pirate eased himself in.
His large girth squeezed through her slick passage.
Her eyes widened from the pulsing intrusion forcibly insisting itself deeper inside. Lady Nami had thought her mouth was opening to scream in pain, but mounting pleasure overtook the stinging, and soon found her tongue hanging out like a panting dog. She couldn’t tell if that was worse than the satisfied high-pitched moans coming out instead.
Through the welling tears, she could see how pleased the pirate was with his sabotage. He leaned into her soft body and practically smothered the Noble with his sweaty chest. She thought she was melting.
“Fuck, you’re really tight! I thought you’d be drowning in cock,” he grunted while tightening his grip on the back of her thigh. The fingers on his hands squished Lady Nami’s thighs as he kept her legs spread open. He left red marks indented on her once spotless skin, to which she he responded with a pout and a whine of complaint.
“Y-you bastard! I’m-I’m not a whore!”
“Oh? That’s news to me,”
The Celestial Dragon wanted to be enraged at how freely he spoke to her. Who was to belittle every aspect of her flawlessness?!
Yet…his fat cock…he was manipulating her judgement with his danm, stupid cock!
As he deepened his strokes, Lady Nami squealed with surprise as he rocked roughly against her womb; making her pussy tighten with delight. Her toes curled unexpectedly, but it was internally welcomed; something that she wished she could hate.
Her body started to lock up around his, as she was close close. Lady Nami tried to grit her teeth in refusal of giving him any satisfaction of her satisfaction. Her ego would never recover from the idea of a filthy pirate exceeding her standards!
Yet…the bastard had the balls to act smug!
“Hm? Are you gonna come already?” He inquired with a mockingly innocent tone. The Celestial Dragon was fuming! She turned her face to the side in defiance...though it was a thinly veiled belief that she could lie to him.
“No I’m not! You’re not exciting me at all!”
“Oh…so I guess I’m imagining your cunt trying to suck me dry,”
His sweaty forehead pressed against the side of her sticky temple. There was no stopping the devious act of his teeth playfully biting her earlobe.
But even moreso, the smell of hot, natural musk overwhelmed her nose and sent a layer of bewitching pleasure on her tongue. The scent of a horny man had been the last straw, when she let out a passionate shrill of pleasure. Her pussy reached its limit in a maddening frenzy as she came. And to add to the shame, the one dignified noble had soaked his cock with a slosh and drenched their curls in a dizzying climax.
Name heaved with exhaustion, but that didn’t stop a dirty pair of hands greedily keeping her thighs spread apart to continuous pound his throbbing cock inside. In fact, he was rather eager to-
“W-wait! Don’t cum in me!!” she pleaded despite her hips’ lack of resistance to his onslaught. There’s no way she would live with the idea of her carrying a half-breed babe as she continued with getting fucked into oblivion. She would only get weighed down by a child and heavy breasts. Unable to have the will to resist and being given constant cream pies until she passed out!
…Why did that sound hot?
Her pussy made the unconscious error of practically strangling his cock at the implications.
All of a sudden, he sped up, and then abruptly sheathed himself in warm, sensitive folds. The spoiled woman wailed and whined in half-hearted protest but it was obvious he wouldn’t so much as blink in concern.
“Quit you’re whining, you spoiled brat! Just enjoy a good, hot load!”
Her womb heated in seconds with the generous load of seed, that was allowed to spill in-between them.
The shudder that came from a place of delight reluctantly accompanied the deviant’s sigh of relief. At least she can escape his clutches now that he’s done with her. Maybe even indulge herself with a thick dildo to ease whatever addictive void might take place.
However, in a mixed realization of horror and delight, she found herself impaled on a still flagged cock.
He seized her forearms and switched positions to where the unfortunate Celestial Dragon felt that gravity was pushing her sloppy cunt down on him. Something that reflected satisfaction on the pirate’s face; or more accurately, lust. Meanwhile, Nami found herself in a painful ache from her womb being impressed upon by his…’continued interest’.
“Aren’t you done already?! Let me go!”
She tried to unseat herself, but the grip he possessed forced her in place. She ended up unintentionally grinding on him and letting out a squeal of excitement. Keeping that menacing smile on his face. He was inspired to lean up toward her exhausted, sweating face. The blood pumping through her veins nearly deafened her hearing, but the movement of those lips helped formed the words of dread that shouldn’t have jolted her heart in excitement. His dark gaze stared into hers like he could read her thoughts.
“No way…you’ve got a really tight pussy. That’s not something you don’t find with a lot like yours, and I’m gonna make sure its put to good use,”
Lady Nami’s eyes widened in shock as she began to understand him. One doesn’t casually assault a government ship and take advantage of an innocent Celestial Dragon! He truly had no fear of the grave crimes he was committing!
And as if things couldn’t get any worse, the dreadful pirate shamelessly smoothed his hands down to her ass. She could feel his eager fingers dig greedily into her flesh and started to grind her against him. This prompted the woman to weakly collapse against his chest. She bit her lower lip in growing vain as moans of pleasure were occasionally slipping through. Her nails raked against his shoulder blades.
No, this can’t be happening! She needed to resist!
“You’ll be sorry once I get my father! H-he'll call an admiral on you! And when he catches you, I’ll-I’ll make your life Hell!”
What she said wasn’t a weak threat, but it was difficult to properly convey her violent promise with her face rubbing up against a chest, that looked as if they were chiseled by the deziens of heaven. Nami’s voice was muffled; although he wasn’t bothering to listen anyway.
His warmth radiated into Nami’s small form and encouraged her to squeeze another spurt of hot seed into her womb. Nami wanted to die of embarrassment if the ecstasy didn’t do it first. What would her father say about this egregious act? She was obviously his favorite little girl and wouldn’t stand to see such a ruffian take advantage of such a lovable daughter! Though, thoughts of punishment quickly melted from her mind in favor of an urge to milk him dry.
Suddenly, a fistful of her vibrant orange hair was seized to lift her head to face him. Tears were streaming down her face while struggling to breathe. That villainous smile seemed to grow at her misfortune.
“Geez, you look more like a hard-working whore than those bubble-heads. I oughtta keep you on my ship as my personal slut to keep their off ya. I’d bet you’d like that,”
“N-NO! I-I-I can-WON’T! I WON’T! Don’t think you’ll get away with this!”
“Oh?!” He exclaimed; pretending to be surprised about the revelation. A mischievous smile formed as his grip tightened around her locks. “That sounds like a challenge,”
Nami’s vision suddenly blurred for a moment before she found herself on her side but not unhanded. Nami’s thigh was seized and lifted to expose her sore cunt underneath. If she tried to move, he gave the appendage a threateningly generous squeeze in return. The effective promise of consequence kept her the ever-unwilling lewd position. Worse still, was the fact that she needed to use her limbs in order to keep balance. Move to oppose him, and she would lose that and the remainder of her dignity.
He positioned himself over her and re-entered her overstuffed pussy. She couldn’t bite back a whine from feeling him confidently squeezing himself into her like he was desperate.
Luffy spread her caught leg higher as he moved closer. Sheathing his cock up to his balls made him press against her already burdened womb. It made a constant wet sound Nami could unfortunately distinguish with the slapping skin. It didn’t matter what kind of noise they made in the bedroom, since the outside held just as many from the battle she hoped they’d win.
Because if they didn’t, then neither would she.
His rigid cock was rubbing up against so many sensitive spots from this angle, and she made the unfortunate mistake of unconsciously adjusting her hips to keep the pleasure going. Suddenly, her eyes sparkled with a surge of delight and perked her hips in time to meet with his.
Oh no.
He immediately noticed the change of behavior and dropped her leg. It hung uselessly across his shoulder, but paled in comparison to using the mattress as leverage with both hands to bring up the intensity.
Luffy began to slam into her with a grunt, while he splattered their juices onto each other every time.
“You’re g-going too hard! I’m-I’m gonna break in half! Stop It!”
“Shut your mouth! You’re too annoying! Spoiled whores should just enjoy a real man’s cock!”
Tears were freely spilling down her cheeks from the frustration, fear and unyielding pleasure she was experiencing. To make the guilty addiction worse, Nami’s tongue was seized by his own in order to for her lips to be dragged in a undignified kiss…or rather whatever savages passed off as one.
Mouths, tongues and teeth were uses in this bizarre dance of a twisted version of what she once was considered an innocent sign of true love in fairy tales.
Try as she might, Nami’s eyes rolled back with a mouth full of thick tongue as she came again. To say they were both drenched was an understatement, but she would only realize it after finally coming down from the high of an orgasm.
She loathed not despising it.
But before she could uselessly protest again, he crammed himself inside and let a snarled Goran out against her ear as he gave her another healthy filling of warm seed.
Aside from the heavy breathing and desperate gulps for air, there was no talk, no movement and Lady Nami let her eyes go downcast in a beguiling mix of satisfaction and shame. Being taken advantage of by pirate scum was nothing a beautiful, young lady should brag about! She should be mad! Throw a fit! Order his beheading!
But now that he had his fun, she would surely pay back this atrocity by enacting her own devious torture upon him-
SLICE!SLICE!SLICE!
She didn’t hear it, but sudden portions light breaking through the door caught her eye ,and jolted with surprise.
Finally!
The battle was over and her subjects won! Wait…would they see her locked in the arms of a devilish pirate and immediately think of her as some common whore? Naturally, Lady Nami would silence them before such gossip spread, but just the idea of being this exposed frightened her.
But it was none of them.
Standing in the cut up doorway, blocking the light with a stoic frame, was a man with three swords. The only thing that could be laughable about him, was the sword in mouth. Everything else down to his scarred eye had the look of a killer. His demeanor made her cling to the awful man.
“…This isn’t the kitchen…”
“Hm? Oi Zoro!”
“Luffy? You’re here? I thought you got lost,”
Luffy turned his head in a nearly unnatural way with a big smile and a hearty laugh. Meanwhile, Nami’s heart sank in dread.
If that imbecile was just casually strolling about the ship, then what happened to her staff?! Her favorite bodyguard?!
“Nah! I found this pretty hot bubblehead! I figured she’d be a good ransom, but I wanna keep her!”
“Eh?”
His head twisted back to face her with a sinister gaze. Nami no longer felt clingy to him.
“Yeah! I’m gonna keep you as my personal whore! But don’t worry, I’ll give you all of the attention you need!”
“I-what?! I-I told-I’m not a whore!”
“Hm….I guess I could use a wife. You cook and clean too, right?”
“I don’t wanna be you’re wife either!”
Her mouth downturned as Nami momentarily forgot what kind of situation she was in, but it was set straight when Luffy’s subordinate spoke up again.
“Whatever you’re doing, hurry it up. We won’t be alone for long,”
“Oh yeah,”
Nami shuddered as he quickly pulled out without any competent thought and moved to fix his clothes. Luffy assumed Nami would stay in place, but she made the rash decision to try and claw herself off the plush bed.
The confusing entanglement of passion rendered her lower half lingering with the soreness and memories of passion. She felt pathetic crawling on her belly like a worm. Apparently they thought the same when their small talk went on for a moment longer before noticing her break for freedom. They seemed downright amused.
He patted down his pants and cardigan before leaning over her small frame that managed to make it on the floor. “Oh? You can still move? You’re really strong for a bubblehead. Guess I gotta put you to sleep!”
Her ears burned from the words echoing in her ears, but kept making her futile escape. There’s gotta be someone here who wasn’t-“UGH!!”
The air got heavy with Nami’s breath suddenly to feel as though someone tried to step on her back. However, nothing would compare to what felt like a lightning bolt that shot through her heart. It was too fast to see; not that she would at any rate.
Then, she felt nothing.
It remained this way for a long while.
Every part of Nami’s being was numb and exhausted. It was a challenge to move anything without being punished for it. It was only when she forced her eyes to flutter, did she feel herself being dragged out of the terrifying limbo of nothingness.
As Nami’s vision started to focus, she noticed her colorful sheets had cradled her like a bird’s nest. The perfumed scent of tangerine soap wafted into her nose. Oh…it was just dream!
Thank herself!
She let out a short breath of relief as the fuzziness of her mind cleared without worrying. Did she drink too much and fall asleep? That ridiculous! She handles her alcohol much better than her peers, but whatever explained away the hellish nightmare of a rubber boy was always welcome. The first thing she’d do is eat some candied tangerines!
But when she forced her body to flop in the opposite direction, the weight of her body smacked against the mattress and disturbed the sheets underneath her; disturbing the scent of a familiar musk.
Her sight suddenly became clear with dread.
For the first time, Nami’s gaze immediately took in every ounce of detail of where she was. Unfortunately for her, this room completely foreign to her. The bed she was in was situated near the spacious window that showed the sea. The other held a dingy brown desk with a simple, thick chair. The walls had no decorum and the floors weren’t even carpeted!
Her deepest fears of being kidnapped and living destitute were combined into one. Nami was sure her life was over.
She shot up, and gritted her teeth from the soreness. She looked down to see her dark spots marring her body, that scaled up near her collarbone. From how she felt, they must be on her neck too. The animal must’ve been slobbering all over her while she was knocked out-
*Creeeeeeak*
Nami froze in fear as she heard the door slowly open, and she instantly covered her chest with the remnants of her coveted life.
Nearly jumping into view with a smile of satisfaction, was that EVIL, VILE rubber menace! That face wouldn’t trick her anymore!
“You’re awake! I thought you’d be asleep forever!”
“I-I-I demand you release me at once! If you don’t, my father will hunt you lot down for sport! I mean it!”
“That again? You sure are bossy,”
Nami’s already sad bravado melted on contact with his words, and was stunted the moment he slid into bed. His warmth coming into contact with the sheets.
She tried to move away, but the linen carefully constructed around her proved to be her undoing. Luffy expertly grabbed ahold of them to pull her towards that well-sculpted chest. Fear set in her eyes, as she desperately pleaded for her freedom.
“No! Please! I let me go! I’m not a peasant! You can’t do this!” She cried with a trembling form.
But when their bodies made contact, Nami practically buried her face into his neck. This disgusting scum was way too warm and comfortable for her mind to comprehend.
She clung to him like her life depended it, but Luffy made the interaction sound much too casual.
“Geez, first you got all shy, and now you’re tryin’ to stick yourself to me?! Can’t you make up your mind already?”
“Shut up!”
Nami’s nails pressed harder into his back the more he tried to squirm out of her hold. How dare he…after all the terror he put her through…brazenly fighting against her…stealing her first kiss…ruthlessly tearing off her expensive clothes and taking advantage of her…it was enough to go mad.
When she finally lifted her head back up from the crevice between his neck and shoulder her brows furrowed his frustration, but puffed up cheeks put on a much different story. Luffy looked very confused.
“How dare you do this to me! Nobody’s ever dared to be so…savage!! You better take responsibility, you animal!”
“Eh?”
“You know what I’m talking about!”
“No I don’t!”
Nami’s face disappeared back into the crook of his neck, but her voice remained audible this time around. It was like she couldn’t confess looking into those eyes without having a stroke first. Her heart was pumping blood much too fast.
“I…want to…wanna stay with you,”
“OH? Don’t you need to go back to your dad, or somethin’?”
“I changed my mind, okay?! You don’t get to tell me what I want!”
“Stop being so bossy! You’re so annoying!”
“Okay💕”
Nami's eyes suddenly widened as soon as the word slipped out of her mouth. The overwhelming desire to please him caused such a strange response of affection that she never displayed before. It was supposed to feel scary, but no sort of emotion registered in her head.
Thankfully, he didn’t notice.
“I-I mean that I’d rather stay because I’m bored and don’t feel like leaving yet! So you better keep me satisfied!”
With her face glowing red, Nami was glad she couldn’t see his face, but his slow ascent into snickering finally coaxed her head to pop up and witness a very sunny smile on his face. She was about to open her mouth, but stopped and sheepishly turned her head to the side.
“ Yeah…whatever…”
Six Months Later…
In the land of the gods on which was nestled on the Redline, a commotion came about in one of the large mansions of the Cocoyashi family.
Both parents of two loving daughters nearly had heart attacks upon reading the newspaper.
“Get me that idiot fleet admiral, I’ll have him hanged!”
“Father please, calm down!”
“Calm?! How can I be calm with such a blatant attack on our integrity?! Those filthy peasants will pay!”
In Saint Genzo’s anger, he threw the newspaper at the door, which only served to scattered the pages. One of them being a wanted poster of their newest member, Cat burgler Nami. Wanted dead or alive for 66,000,000 Beri.