Chương 22: Nami's Burglary Blunder
In an alternate timeline, Nami never meets the Straw Hats and strikes out as a renegade theif, stealing from pirates. But when she messes up a simple burglary job, she has to think of a way to stop a mob of angry, oafish brutes from turning her into swiss cheese! It's sex. The answer is always sex. (Dub-con, group sex, oral, DP, rough, lighthearted)
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Wooden floorboards creaked and the ship rocked gently in the night as a lone, tangerine-haired woman crept through its interior. Below the deck of a pirate ship, currently docked on the east coast of Orange Island, the woman crouched low to the floor and took stock of her surroundings. In front of her, only several feet away, was a dimly lit hallway with a wooden sign hanging above it which (almost) read in clumsily painted letters: "Captain Zumbo's Treasure This Way!", only it was misspelled, instead claiming "Captain Zumbo's Treasyure This Way". That was her destination, and the only thing in her way was a lone, loudly snoring guard sitting on a bench and resting his upper body against the far wall. There was a glinting ring of keys around his belt and a clear bubble of mucus that shrunk and grew with the elevation of his chest.
The woman's name was Nami, and she was a thief there to steal from these other thieves, something that weighed little on her conscience. Aiding in her stealth was a dark violet bandana, tied around her head and cloaking most of her curly ginger locks, a navy blue blouse, and a pair of long, thin, practical pants that matched her head-wrapping. The only things that stood out were a maroon sash wrapped around her narrow waist and a pair of high blue and white striped socks, but Nami hadn't been able to bear leaving them behind.
Only days after her 21st birthday, Nami felt freer than she ever had before. It had been only a year earlier to the day that Nami had bought back her home town of Cocoyasi Village from the ruthless pirate Arlong. It had taken years of work and facing down dangers that someone so young shouldn't have had to face, but she had finally collected enough money to do so. All the while she'd paid close attention to the outside world just to keep her hope alive, the newspapers that came to her village telling of terrifying pirate crews sweeping across the Blue Sea: The Straw Hats, the Sun, and the Whitebeard Pirates, just to name a few. She hoped she would never have to cross paths with any of them.
These days she sailed the seas, going from island to island, sampling the local culture by day and robbing pirates by night. Someday, she would explore the whole world and put it down on a map, but for now she just wanted to have a little fun. Her family was free, her island was safe, and she could do as her heart desired. She still hated Arlong with everything in her—he had a hatred of humans that perhaps had some justification to it, but a cruel and needless sadism beyond that. But despite that, despite the things she would say to him if she only could, Nami had to admit one thing: he kept his word.
But none of that would help Nami get her haul on this particular night, not that she needed much help. Captain Zumbo's Treasyure was as good as hers. There had been no one above deck, save one incredibly conspicuous log-sawyer high in the crow's nest, and she had seen what she assumed were a large portion of the crew's men out drunkenly gallivanting about town. So the only real potential obstacle was this slumbering lummox of a guard, and yet Nami still knew the dangers of overconfidence. So instead of making a break for it she instead very cautiously tip-toed forward, a single bead of sweat staining her forehead as she pulled one black-tipped shoe behind the other...where it caught on a slightly raised, practically invisible plank of wood. Her forward momentum halted, the rest of her body continued forward, and Nami fell flat on her face with a thump.
Nami saw her exaggerated expression of fear in the snoozing man's spherical nose-bubble before it popped, and then the hygiene-challenged pirate was on his feet, ringing a bell next to his head. "Intruder!" He shouted angrily. "All you sods wake up!"
Before she knew it, as Nami got to her feet and brushed herself off, she was surrounded by a bunch of angry, hairy, burly pirates, a few missing teeth and other nonessential parts, all of them brandishing sharp swords, guns and various other mean-looking weapons, all of them glowering at her.
Nami grinned nervously and held her hands over her head.
"Eheheheh...well...guess you got me!"
Two men rushed forward and grabbed her arms, holding them roughly behind her back with two considerably more muscled ones. Another hand reached out and rudely yanked off her bandana, revealing bright orange hair that was cut short in the front and fell down around her shoulders. Two silver cat-shaped earrings hung down from each of her lobes. Nami tried to keep her devil-may-care attitude about her but she gritted her teeth in distress and looked back and forth between the surrounding pirates. She had really stepped in it this time.
"I'd know that face anywhere!" The one that had grabbed her bandana exclaimed, unrolling a tattered scroll of parchment. "It's Cat-Burglar Nami!" Nami's own face stared back at her, crudely drawn but sticking out her tongue as if mocking her.
"You were here to steal our treasure, weren't you?!" Another demanded, brandishing a cutlass at her.
"What? No, of course not!" She replied, starting to sweat and smiling with her eyes while she lied through her teeth. "I would never do something like that to you guys!" She said, the sign promising "Treasyure" right above her head.
About a dozen more swords pointed in her direction and she blinked, her lip trembling.
"Well. Okay. Maybe I was." She fumbled for a plan or even a stalling tactic. "...But I can make it up to you, I swear!"
The mob of ne'er-do-wells continued to glower, but a few of them, some of the closest ones to her, lowered their weapons. The man who identified her let her wanted poster roll up on its own. "...How?"
Nami lifted up her shirt, exposing her substantial cleavage through her thin, lacy blue bra. She winked at them. "Oh...I dunno, maybe with something like this?"
There was a pause and then one of them yelled angrily, with a voice that carried far enough to blast her in the ear. "We're pirates, what are we gonna do with some worthless clothes?!"
Nami dropped her provocative expression and her smile flipped 180 degrees in a grimace of disbelief and resentment. "...I meant my body, obviously."
"Ohhhhhhh!"
~***~
Nami took deep, even breaths, keeping her composure as one of the men cuffed her to a wooden beam running beneath the ceiling, next to an unblocked wall of the large foyer. He made sure to drape the chain of the cuffs over the beam so her hands and arms were held up above her head. The beam was low enough so that Nami had to kneel in order to stay under it in a natural position. The pirates stood all around her, bickering and arguing over who would get to go first. Nami was intimidated, truthfully, but she didn't panic. Certainly she had been in worse scrapes than this, hadn't she? Well...she was having trouble thinking of one at the moment, but she was sure she had been. Maybe?
"I was the one who caught her, you smelly blighters! So that means I go first!"
The guard who had originally caught her blunder stepped up before her, the others begrudgingly accepting his priority. He grinned down at her with his one good eye—the other hidden behind a dark eye-patch—and a smile that had all of his teeth but one. A red and white polka-dotted bandana was tied around his scraggly, greasy looking black hair and his blocky, hexagonal chin had an inconsistent, messily shaven 5 o' clock shadow scrawled across it. He had a big, barrel shaped chest with stringy, blondish looking hair poking out the top of his loose white muscle shirt. He was obviously overweight but he had some real muscle to his torso and arms, the latter of which bulged with two equally predictable tattoo choices: one was a skull and crossbones with an eyepatch and an added bonus snake—points for creativity!—while the other had a large great white shark breaching the water...this one was at least well-rendered. Either way, what the guy lacked in figure he surely made up for in strength.
"Well, you have me on my knees, big guy," She goaded, putting on a mask of confidence. "You might as well take advantage of that."
And with that, Nami opened her mouth wide, letting her tongue hang down beneath her lower lip.
The man's eye widened. "The lass is rarin' to go, boys!" He shouted, and a chorus of cheers went up around the surrounding crowd. He began to undo the drawstring on his long black pants. Nami watched intently as the man fumbled with the knot, hoping that maybe she would luck out and he'd be a perpetually drunken slob who couldn't get it up, or maybe just have something short and stumpy she could laugh about later. Though it seemed luck would not be on her side, that night.
The slovenly pirate pulled out a limp, weighty tube of meat that was about six or seven inches in length, something Nami imagined might not stay that way for long. All the same she kept her look of confidence, staring up at her first challenger unflinchingly. She left her mouth open, exactly how it was.
He turned to his crewmembers with a grin, who whooped and hollered and egged him on. The pugnacious buccaneer stepped forward, lifted up the dead weight of his last several inches of shaft and plopped them unceremoniously onto her tongue.
To Nami's surprise the man did not immediately push it into her mouth, but instead began to rub himself slowly back and forth against her tongue. His cock had a distinctive, not necessarily unpleasant but gritty taste, and while she was amazed that its owner didn't smell awful, there was still a question of how frequently these guys bathed in the back of her mind. As the pirate ground slowly against her tongue, letting out quiet, nearly inaudible breaths, she could see and feel him growing in size against her soft wet organ, gaining a couple of inches in length and at least one in thickness.
Eventually his shaft lay blunt and rigid against her tongue like one of his crew's many crude weapons, his cockhead blotchy red and engorged with hot blood. His pants were around his ankles and his hands were on his hips, a triumphant grin on his face. "Let's see how you handle this, lass!"
With another round of cheers, the poorly-shaven pirate grabbed both sides of Nami's fiery red head and plunged his cock into her open mouth. The man had no sense of pacing or restraint beyond his initial warmup, pushing himself right into the slender thief's throat, as deep as he could go.
With nowhere else for her to go Nami was pushed back against the hard wooden wall behind her, the chain of her handcuffs jingling as her hands twitched, suspended above her head. As his dark, untrimmed tangle of pubic hair pushed up against her lips and nose, Nami gagged and her eyes shut tight. She tried to control the reflex, relaxing her body as much as she could and breathing through her nostrils. She was already overwhelmed, feeling his bulging length twitching in the back of her throat and the uneven hairy flab of his lap pressing up close against her face.
The pirate pulled back, freeing his now sopping wet, dripping erection from her lips and leaving her panting hard, her whole body trembling. He chuckled, looking down at her wide-eyed expression. "Ready for more, girly?"
Nami looked back up at him and nodded, the slightest hint of a smirk on her shaking lips.
He grabbed her head and thrusted hard and fast back into her esophagus, getting a messy and undisciplined rhythm going. He plunged as deep as he could go each time with his plentiful inches, wholly driven by his undiluted lust. Nami made little involuntary noises of exertion as he did so, but this time she was more prepared. She controlled her gag reflex and let his whopper of a salty-sea-dog do its thing, pumping and pushing through the first half of her digestive tract. His hairy, fatty lap smacked and bumped crudely against her slightly sticky chin, cheeks and nose as he held her head up against the wall, the chain of her cuffs shaking and jostling lightly with each thrust.
It was only after the pirate started to grunt and wheeze that Nami started to moan on purpose, sending waves of vibration all over his already sensitive, phlegm-caked cock. After several moments of relatively silent stoicism from the recipient of his rough face battering, she opened her eyes just wide enough to stare at him with icy, indifferent irises.
"In the name of Davy Jones's Locker..." He grumbled, catching her gaze and wincing his eyes shut. He slowed his thrusts a little as he began to throb, spewing his first few volleys of spunk down into her stomach. Then he pulled back into Nami's mouth to have one last chance to grind against her perfect tongue, which caught her off guard. She hadn't realized just how much ejaculate he had left.
Her eyes widened as more and more of the stuff came out hot and thick and heavy onto the back of her tongue, with not a whole lot of places for it all to go. Before she knew it she was swallowing load after steaming load just from the sheer volume alone. It tasted musty and gross, vaguely of rum and whiskey and just a little too sweet. She thought they were probably all well on their way to a scurvy epidemic, if they weren't careful.
Nami coughed as the pirate pulled out, a small, off-white line coming up and dribbling down her chin. She glared at the pirate who had caused it through half-closed eyes, the man who was now holding onto his head like he had just done all that work.
"That be one hell of a throat..." He muttered irritably. "Alright, alright," He turned, addressing the crowd begrudgingly. "So who's next?"
Much to his dismay, his fellow crewmates all spoke up at once, demanding that they be the next to spend some time with this beautiful young burglar and bickering with each other once they realized that everyone wanted the same thing.
"You know..." A feminine voice from behind them made them all turn.
Nami was still coughing a bit but she was recovering quicker than they'd expected. She was grinning back at them despite her eyes still being only half-open.
"If you take these handcuffs off me you guys don't have to have me just one at a time."
Several boners were brought into being at that moment, accompanying faces turning as red as a sunburned swabbie. Slightly cooler heads and voices rose above the crowd though.
"Hey, if we uncuff you, aren't you just going to try to escape?"
She smiled back innocently, her pumpkin-hued hair mussed by grabbing hands, a little bit of wet cum still glistening at the corner of her mouth. "Why don't you put me in a cell?" She suggested. "That way I won't be able to escape."
The group of conflicted pirates looked back and forth between each other, then back at a winking Nami. They looked like they were having some great, telepathic debate and considering every pro and con with every ounce of intelligence they could muster. Eventually, several of them nodded in unison.
~***~
Nami rubbed the slightly reddened parts of her wrists where the cuffs had been, hearing the cell door slam shut behind her. There were about nine or ten men in the cell with her, standing on opposite sides, with one lone man just outside. It was a big cell.
"And just in case you had thoughts of escaping, we left Ol' Cannon-Arms outside the cell, because he's the best at resisting temptation!" One of the men informed her proudly.
"Sometimes we call him OCA for short!" Another added. "More convenient that way!"
OCA turned to them with a stern, determined expression and clasped one muscular bicep with his other hand, giving a thumbs up and blowing two boisterous puffs of steam from his flared nostrils.
Nami narrowed her eyes and looked around the small enclosure, studying the faces all around her and the new environment she was in. Then, she relaxed her body, put on her best seductive face, and pressed her arms tight to her sides, squishing her boobs closer together.
"Now boys," She cooed. "You don't need to be so serious about all this. I said I'd make it up to you, and when I make a promise I keep it." The unwashed faces around her ripened, with blood dripping from more than a few noses.
"Sorry for not trusting you, ma'am," One of them piped up. "We just thought you'd try to escape before we turned you over to the Navy. But we appreciate you being a woman of your word!"
"Eh...what now?" Nami's alluring visage faltered and the sweat beaded on her forehead again. That was the first time she'd heard of that plan.
"Well, you do have a pretty big bounty," He replied. "So we decided that after you...made it up to us that we'd turn you in for a reward! But don't worry, we can do that tomorrow. Tonight we can just have fun!"
A studied and diverse encyclopedia of swear words spiraled chaotically through Nami's head. Whatever she was going to do, she had to do it tonight. Nami did her best impression of an excited, horny young woman. "Wow, you're all so generous to give me a whole night before turning me in! And with such strong, handsome men, too."
Some of the men practically turned to goo at her compliments, six-foot walls of battle scarred flab and muscle blushing like schoolchildren. "Let me show you how much I appreciate it..."
She flashed a bright, pearly smile and began to show them. The room went silent as a multitude of eyes stared transfixed. Even Ol' Cannon-Arms ventured a quick peek.
The very first thing she did was loosen the red sash around her waist. She pulled off the garment slowly and draped it over one of the men's stupefied faces. By the color of his skin beneath the sash you would think it might catch on fire. Next, she pulled up her navy blue blouse, up over her ample chest, then over her head and her long slender arms. She tossed this to the watching crowd with a slight grin and watched two overeager pirates fight over it angrily. Then she turned her back to the majority of them and bent over until her hands could reach her ankles. There was a hushed murmur as she reached back up to her hips and slid her long dark violet pants down to her milky white thighs, revealing her small but shapely bottom. Nami stepped out of them when they reached her ankles, first with one foot, then the other. Then she removed her shoes one at a time, leaving only her ankle-length blue and white striped socks.
She turned back around slowly, smiling broadly at the group of rowdy, horny men. Then she cupped her hands under her breasts, which were only slightly covered by her thin, navy blue bra. "Hmmm, I dunno," She mused, feigning indecision. "Should I keep this on or off?"
"Off, please!" Came the simultaneous reply.
"Great!" Nami grinned back, smiling with her eyes.
She reached back behind her and unhooked her bra, then carefully held one of the strings securely in place so the cup wouldn't fall. Then she held up the other string, held it higher in the air, then let it fall. It swung down and revealed one perky pink nipple. Then, holding the remaining cup in place with her hand, she raised the other string and let the whole thing fall. There was a round of cheers when her busty bust was fully revealed, Nami tossing her now purposeless bra into the crowd where it landed on a throbbing bald head. Then she put her hands on the sides of her matching underwear and began to pull it down her thick, pale thighs, wiggling her hips as she did so, gently swaying them back and forth and keeping her legs close together concealingly. She bent down once more—though this time facing them—and stepped out of her last remaining article of clothing before standing back up, tossing it and widening her stance, showing off just the slightest hint of autumn-toned bush. But that was all the pirates needed.
The group of men advanced on her with startling speed, and by the time one man had shoved her down on her knees, another man had somehow slid into the space beneath her body with a hardened upturned pecker hounding for her now unburdened snatch. The half-naked man thrusted up into her pussy even as the man above her shoved his crotch into her face, pushing his cock into her mouth and over her rapidly salivating tongue. Two hairy-chested plunderers approached her on either side and Nami instinctively reached out and grabbed their pirate's logs, wrapping her fingers around solid, hot meat. She stroked them eagerly while the pirate above her fucked her lips and tongue, holding her the back of her head with both hands and making her silver cat earrings sway to and fro. He wasn't quite long enough to make it into her throat, which the thief was grateful for, because he certainly would've if he could.
Nami let out a muffled grunt as she sat back, feeling one thick meatslab spear through her moistening walls, the man it was attached to bucking her back up with every thrust. Her heart pounded wildly in her chest and every inch of her skin felt damp and tingly. Sweat framed the corners of her face, but not from nervousness. She stroked the men in her perspiring hands faster, throwing her hips back against the man beneath her even as he threw his own back. Even though they all smelled like salt and seaweed and (mostly) tolerable BO, Nami couldn't remember a time when one man had paid her this much attention, let alone however many were in the cell with her.
She looked up at the man above her with wide, wondrous eyes as he rammed her cheeks and chin, pushing out all manner of spit and slime from her lips that stuck to his unshaven crotch. He blushed and averted his eyes boyishly, despite his full beard. Men outside the circle took to jerking themselves off, craning their necks and hoping to catch a glance of the bewitching intruder beyond the wall of bodies.
Nami bucked harder against the man beneath her, beating her petite ass against his semi-soft lap. Their softer parts clashed over and over again, smashing against each other like two warring ships or clinking glasses of grog. Her hands stroked with synchronized swiftness, moving along every inch of the pirates' proud pricks; one hand moved over the shiny reddened bulb of one man and back down to his haired crotch, while the other gathered the foreskin of another man up around his unseen cockhead like a quilt and let it settle when she retreated back to his modestly hairy base.
The next time the man in her mouth shoved her face against his lap he held her there, Nami throwing her bottom down on the bottom-most man simultaneously. As she was held against a partially wet and sticky lap, the man's penis straining desperately for her throat but not quite able to reach it, Nami rotated her firm, plump, clefted backside, grinding it slow against the lap beneath her, first one way, then the other.
They groaned, then she did, muffled as she was. At the same time she slowed her strokes on the men flanking her substantially, using her thumbs and fingers to knead and massage the vulnerable flesh of their dick meat. Soon the small cell was filled with a cacophony of masculine moans and one lighter feminine one, and the guy keeping watch visibly flinched, a small bead of sweat dripping subtly down the side of his face.
Then before long the trance-like state broke and they all returned to a more energetic pace. Every fatty slap of Nami's cheeks—both kinds—had her shivering with delight and she sped up her stroking, shifting palms as if to pay it forward. Her pussy was running wetter than any time she could remember, and the guy inside it could tell just as well, the clear, reflective liquid staining and clinging to his balls and thighs.
It all felt so good that Nami almost forgot she was supposed to be pretending to enjoy this, and that she should be looking for a way to escape. For one delirious, fanciful moment she thought maybe she'd drain the pirates so bone dry that they'd just give her all their treasure as a thank you gift and let her go free...and maybe she'd be back for another transaction.
It felt so incredible that the pirates almost forgot this woman had tried to rob them and was supposed to be their prisoner. They thought maybe, if they asked nicely enough, and fucked her brains out sufficiently, the beautiful young thief would agree to marry them, possibly all at once! They were secure enough to share her.
Almost.
The bearded bilge-rat in her mouth pulled out, wincing tightly and groaning non-stop, his voice breaking ever so slightly. He jerked his circumcised cock wildly in her face without any sense of rhythm or grace. Nami stared at it dumbly for a moment, almost hypnotized by the motion, eyebrow raised like she had forgotten what came next. And then it hit her. Literally.
A big fat payload of cum smacked her directly in the forehead and woke her up from any daydreams she'd been having previously. "Aggh—" Nami cried and flinched.
Another big, top-heavy bubble of cream oozed from the man's blushing slit and then propelled forward with surprising speed and potency, this one plastering her cheek. Another load spackled the long line from her brow to her nose, perfectly dividing her face, and more followed. The men in her hands shot their own loads high into the air, one arcing up and landing messily in her hair, another dripping down over her outer ear and onto one of her cat-earrings; yet another splattered like a blunderbuss shot over her right eye. When they were done it dripped down over her bangs, eyebrows, ears, and off the bottom of her nose and chin. She stared impatiently out from beneath her partial cum-facemask, her one eyebrow still raised.
"Could I, uh—" She grumbled. "Could I get a towel or something?"
The man standing above her looked around uncertainly. "Will this work?" He asked, grabbing the ascot that had been tied around his neck. Nami wrinkled her face—or what could be seen of it—in disgust, the accessory lightly stained with sweat.
"...Thanks," She eventually said, folding it first and wiping her face and whatever she could manage of her head clean, though she'd likely have to follow up with an extra-strength shower later. That accomplished, Nami took stock of the situation once more. The man in her pussy had not come yet, but he had stopped anyway, seemingly waiting to see what everyone else was doing first.
A number of the men who were just watching had already finished on their own and were sitting off to one side of the cell, reclining peacefully with their eyes closed, some of them snoring gently. That was good, Nami could use that. The men she had brought to orgasm with her hands and her mouth stumbled back shakily, pulled up their pants and went to join the men sitting down, leaning against the hard oak wall, too tired to care about the lack of comfort.
"It looks like it's just me and you now, lass," The pirate beneath her said. "Want to finish up here, then?"
The wheels turned in Nami's mind, and she carefully considered her next move.
She hesitated. "...Sure, I guess we could do that. If that's what you really want to do." To contrast the excitement they had all been feeling just moments prior, Nami made sure to sound as underwhelmed as humanly possible by the proposition.
"Wha...what are ye gettin' at, miss?"
"If you ask me, that's not much of a finale." Nami explained her position like she was negotiating a contract. "After all that you're just gonna bust one inside me and call it a day? Sure, I guess, if you wanna be boring."
"...What do you have in mind?" The pirate asked, taken aback but not unwilling.
"Well," Nami said, a sly smirk crossing her lips. "There's at least one more dick in this room that hasn't been drained."
The guard's head whipped around to look at the two of them, his face looking like a frightened rat caught in a flashlight beam. He spun back around just as swiftly, like nothing had happened.
"Ol' Cannon-Arms?!" The pirate exclaimed. "But he's got an iron will!"
On the other side of the room OCA trembled, shaking the bars he leaned against. He crossed his arms fully and tried to keep his macho composure.
"He'll never agree to that."
Nami glanced back at the shaking guard and smiled. "Just let me worry about that."
She rose up off the pirate's lap, his head silently unbound by her slight opening. Then she stood and made her way slowly over to the cell door. Ol' Cannon-Arms could hear her soft, delicate footsteps over the wooden floorboards and tensed up more and more with every one. The floor creaked.
"Hey, why don't you join us in here?" He heard, the sound of Nami's soft, syrupy, feminine voice drifting past his ears.
"No!" He shouted resolutely, though his voice still shook. "You're just gonna try to get my keys and escape!"
His fellow pirate inside the cell frowned. "Ah, come on, Cannon, we'll be careful. We can make sure she doesn't get an opportunity to grab the keys."
"Yeah," Nami encouraged. "Your friend will keep me in check, don't worry."
Still OCA was resistant, but his iron will was beginning to break down. His folded arms slacked and his furious expression softened.
"Hey," She said. "Just turn around."
"H-huh?" He stammered. "Why should I—?"
"You don't have to let me out, just turn around for a second. Trust me," Came the response behind his back. Ol' Cannon-Arms hesitated, but his curiosity was getting the better of him. He winced his eyes shut in frustration and then turned around. The tent in his pants was obvious and tilted off to an awkward angle. By the look on his face, it was easy to tell it was uncomfortable for him. Slowly, cautiously, he risked a peek.
Nami grinned back at him, her eyes narrowed seductively. She dropped to the wood floor on her knees, then reached out and grabbed the hem of his pants. She undid the button in the delicate cloth material, spread the hole in the fabric beneath it wider, then reached in and carefully pulled out his bulging erection. Then, grabbing the bars with both hands, Nami leaned forward and took his long, veiny cock first past her lips, then past her uvula and into her throat. She worked her head and jaw around his bulky size, gradually taking him deeper until the bars of the cell stopped her progress. She passed her thin hands and arms through the bars and reached around the man's body, gripping his plump, clothed cheeks and pulling him up against the bars, squeezing and groping his backside as she attempted to take him deeper. Eventually though, the bars once more proved an obstacle, the man's last few inches just out of reach.
OCA groaned deeply and tilted his head back, closing his eyes. He opened them again moments later when he realized the problem. Nami's lips could go no farther, blocked by cold, smooth steel. She poked her thin, flexible tongue out from underneath his shaft and stretched it as far as she could, ultimately able to just barely poke and prod at his haired crotch impotently with the tip. Her eyes looked up at him apologetically, and he looked back in disappointment.
Eventually Nami drew back, leaving a barely visible thread of spit tied to her lips. "That's a shame," She said, insincerely forlorn. She pouted. "Guess I can't get all of it with these bars in the way."
The words had barely left her lips before the cell door slid open with expediency. There was a resonant clang, and then the man was inside the cell, closing it behind him urgently. When he turned back to her, he had a big expectant grin on his face, his pecker raised aloft like the Jolly Roger. Nami cupped the guard's buns lovingly and dove down on his inches, pressing her soft lips firmly against his lap and squeezing her eyes shut in concentration. Two strong hands pushed against her already messy head of hair until she pulled back in one swift motion, leaving him notably slicker and goopier than before. Her eyes twinkled up at him and she placed one last delicate, affectionate kiss on his slob-gobbed knobber.
Then she got to her feet and turned, gazing over at the man she had left behind. "Now just bring your sweet little self over here, and we'll—WOAH!"
Suddenly she was being lifted high into the air, and it took her a second to realize that the cause of this was Ol' Cannon-Arms himself, making good use of his namesake. His eyes gleaming with good cheer, the pirate held Nami above him, his arms wrapped around hers, pinning them to her sides. Her teeth clenched tensely and she looked back at her carrier with nervous anticipation.
"Ahhhhhhhhhhwhat are you doing?" She inquired, trying and failing to look composed, her hastily fabricated smile lacking any of the needed stability to convey that image.
"Well," The pirate explained with a grin. "You said you wanted an appropriate finale to our fun here tonight, so I thought I would give you that. Sorry about your arms, but this way you can't grab my keys."
The man who had previously been buried in her cunt stepped up towards them, prepared to take up that role again, slipping his arms under Nami's knees and taking a hold of her strong thighs. It didn't take her long to realize what the two were planning.
"Uh...say, you wouldn't happen to have any lube, would you?" She asked the burly-armed guard currently ensnaring her, her eyes carefully watching the dripping cockhead that was hovering close to her back entrance.
"Ahhh, I'm sure the generous spit-shine ye just gave me will be good enough, don't you?"
Nami chuckled nervously. "Yeah, I suppose..."
Ol' Cannon-Arms let her bottom fall just a bit and took one of his arms from around her waist, letting the other hold both her arms while he lined himself up with his free hand. He held his slick, slobbered up glans firmly against her puckered hole with one hand, letting gravity do some of the work for him. OCA's crewmate on the other hand didn't wait for him to make his slow ingress, plunging back into the pussy he'd started exploring earlier without a second's thought.
Nami's brow wrinkled and she let out a held breath as he began to thrust into her repeatedly, looking back hesitantly at the other man. The two men were sandwiching her between them and she could feel the heat radiating off their pectoral muscles, which were semi-solid from plenty of physical activity and plenty of booze in equal amount. "It uh...seems like I'm pretty tight, uh, C-Cannon-Arms?" She ventured, taking a second to remember his ridiculous nickname. "We might need some luuuuuube—!"
OCA's long, barrel like cock slid up into her tight, clutching ass-muscles, cutting her off. The plentiful coating of saliva she had left on him made the trip much easier but no less shockingly sudden, her tense walls being spread far around his girth. His partner had drawn back a bit to allow him easier entry; neither of them could get very deep in the position they were in, but for the Cannon-armed man's size that was still deep enough, and he moved his other ballistic python back with the other to properly secure their prisoner. Then he let his partner, his hips, and gravity do the rest.
The two lustful pirates bounced her on their cocks, sinking into her twin holes at more or less the same speed and depth, OCA leaning her back against his broad chest. Nami's face was wild, strands of hair plastered to it with sweat, her eyes wide and her mouth agape as they skewered her with their sabers. The more she got used to it, the better it felt, and the more she was comfortable expressing that. She let out a loud, earnest cry and sucked air back into her lungs, smiling to herself as she felt the twin pistons massaging both poles of her pelvis, north and south.
Another long, blissful groan vibrated from her throat as the men naturally fell out of sync, one always pushing in as the other came out. It was something of a surprise to her that she was enjoying it as much as she was, but then she figured that once in a while, the caveman approach was the one that did the trick. And the fact that her pleasure was real only made for an even more convincing deception, in the end.
"Oh my goodness, you boys are so big!" Nami swooned, laying it on thick. "It's almost more than little old me can take!"
The men blushed brightly as they huffed and puffed away at their repetitive toil.
"Don't worry miss!" Ol' Cannon-Arms answered. "We'll try to be more gentle," His partner added. "Unless of course you don't want that..."
"Oh, I'm afraid you'll tear me apart, but I just can't help myself!" Nami proclaimed dramatically. "I...I want you to fill me completely." She ended her request with a solemn tone, glancing back and forth between the two of them for effect.
"Yes, ma'am!" Came the energetic, synchronized response.
The two men held her more stable than they had previously and drew back a bit. They paused for a moment to prepare themselves, then thrusted hard. They threw their hips up and in, their upper torsos leaning back to compensate, their stances widening to keep their balance. Their swift, jaunty pace slowed, reinforcing each long, powerful upward thrust that decreased in regularity but still shot out from the chamber of their hips like a soaring cannonball from a long, iron barrel.
"Aaah!" Nami cried out, her arms still restricted, her face flushing. The simultaneous thrusts mapped new parts of her anatomy, charting new nooks and crannies and little wrinkles inside her. Within another two or three thrusts they were bottoming out inside her, slapping their laps against her ass and thighs. Nami's eyes fluttered and almost closed, the tingles dancing across the surface of her skin; she felt uncomfortably warm but invigorated with every bit of inward progress made. It was like they were slowly but surely revving up some old, infrequently used machine inside her, getting the gears of it turning.
The plundering priapuses stretched and spread and plowed their way through her insides, igniting nerve endings that they passed over in each individual passage, the two sending pulses of energy and information back and forth like an ongoing conversation. The cat-burglar's eyes rolled back in her head as he face continued to simmer and bake, waves of shuddery, pre-orgasmic pleasure washing over her.
The men couldn't sustain their positions or the pace that accompanied them for long however, and they soon shifted back to their old ones. Breathing heavily, Ol' Cannon-Arms and his partner bounced Nami rapidly on their cock-tips, keeping her aloft in the meantime. Truthfully the thief was a bit disappointed by the change, but she was aware as anyone else that she'd been burning out too fast. Still though, her pleasure continued to mount steadily, with insidious slowness. It didn't help matters when the man in her auburn-topped cunt began to brush against her clit, though not from any purposeful effort of his own.
"Oh hell," She muttered to herself, feeling her vision unfocusing.
The men began to grunt and squint as they continued, thrusting slightly and bouncing her even faster as their own sensitivities wore them down. As they did so they pressed closer around her, their thick, beefy bodies nearly suffocating her with smothering heat. The stink of their sweat invaded her nose and she could feel the dewy wetness of it on her back and bare chest. Another wave passed through Nami, though this one seemed to flash-freeze her body hair and bones. Her eyes fluttered and her jaw slacked and she groaned.
The two pirates thrusted upward as far as they could, both them and Nami reaching their climaxes at the same time, all three shutting their eyes tightly, their faces webs of constricting frown lines, their bodies wracked with powerful, silent quakes. Hot, bubbling seamen's semen rushed up into her deepest crevices, flowing through her incredibly fast and gunking up unexplored alcoves.
"In Gold Roger's name..." Ol' Cannon-Arms whispered and quietly shook. "For Boa Hancock's sake...!" His friend chimed in, the tendons in his hands visibly flexing. Nami simply shouted loudly and tossed her head back against the pillar-like neck behind her.
It wasn't long before the expanding orgasms had nowhere left to go and began to ooze down around the submerged cocks, more and more of it until it was dripping out onto the floorboards in big, gloppy puddles. The men tried to retain their grip on their captive guest but it inevitably weakened, Nami sinking down on their twin erections a little bit at a time by the force of gravity, starting and stopping abruptly, until the angle prevented her from sinking any deeper. At this point her eyes were wide and glossy, her lips parted and quivering, her body shaking as her pussy and anus pulsed and rippled around two rigid shafts, both orifices sharing in the orgasmic pleasure.
The three of them let out one last low, steady moan in perfect three-part harmony. The note held, caught in their resonant vocal chords, then slowly faded out, all of their eyes still shut. The pirates carefully lifted her up and off their still-twitching cocks, setting her down on her feet before slumping exhaustedly. All of them were doubled over, sweaty and short of breath. Ol' Cannon-Arms picked his head up and smiled at her. His mate did the same.
Nami stood up slowly, caught her breath, and grinned back at them, the gesture exceptionally wide with matching eye-shapes. Slowly, gradually, as they kept eye contact, the lithe thief moved towards the cell door. It took them a few moments to realize that she was, but when they did looks of confusion crossed their faces. Nami just grinned even wider, and dipped her fingers into her cleavage to retrieve a small metal keyring. OCA's eyes bulged in alarm and he twisted his body around farther than was physically possible to look at his ass, which, as it turned out, no longer had a pair of keys hanging above it. He turned back to stare at her but he and his crewmate were still too exhausted to do anything about it. He took a single step forward and doubled over again, holding his chest and panting. "W-wait!"
Nami found the matching key and inserted it into the lock, still facing them, her expression unchanging. Then she unlocked the door, pushed it open just a bit and made her way over the threshold. Then she turned back to them, closed the cell once more and locked it, grinning all the while.
"Thanks again for the good time, boys," She said mockingly, opening her eyes and taking in their disbelieving faces. "If I'm ever in the area I'll have to come by and steal some more of your treasure—so make sure to get more."
"Hey!" One of them cried fearfully. "You can't just leave us here!"
"Oh don't worry," Nami said, jingling the keys she swiped and grinning. "I'll be sure to leave these where your captain can find them. Of course I'll be long gone by then."
With that the cat-burglar strode confidently and nakedly away—she would have to find a pair of clothes to steal before she left, since she hadn't had time to reclaim her own—although as soon as she was out of sight her expression took on a significantly different quality, sweat rapidly issuing from her pores, her lips twisted in a fearful grimace. That had been terrifying! She was used to dealing with pirates, but these ones were going to turn her into the navy?! She had a 6,000 Berry bounty on her head! She was pretty sure they didn't execute thieves, but she could've spent the next decade or so of her life in prison, which was the farthest thing from what she wanted. She felt extremely grateful that these guys were as stupid as most of the pirates she dealt with. But why had she enjoyed it so much? Being manhandled by these gross slobs? She gave herself a disapproving look even though she could not see it. She supposed being a captive was scary enough in its own right, and perhaps she had gotten some sort of strange thrill out of flying by the seat of her (proverbial) pants in a way that she didn't usually.
Putting aside whatever that said about her, the point was that Nami had escaped. There was a room full of treasure in her immediate future, and after that, the open sea.
~***~
Dread pirate Captain Zumbo stared into one massive, nearly empty treasure chest with his fists clutched tightly at his sides. His eyes bulged veinily, his nostrils flared, his yellowed teeth ground together, and his long, dagger like moustache-hairs twitched with all the calm of a dormant volcano. His men stood in the back of the—now much emptier—treasure room behind him nervously, shifting anxiously and holding their arms behind their backs. They had found one naked, snoozing guard outside the room that the captain had rudely slapped awake, who was now was trembling behind the other men, a few of which were uncomfortable with his proximity. Inside the chest was a small paper note, folded in half with a crude, hastily scribbled doodle of a woman's face on the front half, sticking her tongue out jeeringly. Captain Zumbo slowly leaned down and took it from the chest, his hands and arms shaking in quiet, simmering anger. He opened it and read the message inside out-loud to his terrified crew:
"Hey, Captain Dumbo, I stole most of your junk here, hope you don't mind. I'm not a big booze hound so I left the alcohol for you and your men, and whatever stuff your mom made for you I guess. Happy travels! Signed...Cat-Burglar Nami."
The captain looked at his men, then back at the note, his face beginning to twitch more frequently. In a sudden fit of rage, Zumbo ripped the note into tiny little shreds that fluttered to the ground like confetti all around him. He panted and seethed, his shoulders rising and falling with his breath. Then he slumped, his face turning to a pathetic frown.
"I can't believe she took everything..." He grumbled miserably. Usually he would've yelled at his crew for their incompetence, but that day all his fury was gone. And his words were more or less true. The quick-working thief had taken almost everything of note from the pirates' treasure horde—all the gold, silver and diamonds, the jewel encrusted crowns, the sparkling pearl necklaces, and most of the overflowing sea of doubloons...beyond that several dozen bottles of booze remained—about a third of which the crew had already started—as well as a few shoddily made, non-valuable-looking family heirlooms that had been passed down to the captain by his parents, and a few commemorative copper coins that had been left on a big empty crate.
"Well," He said solemnly, nodding to his men, who were now beginning to calm down, feeling they were in the clear. "Bring out the whiskey, men, we might as well use it."
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