The sun hung low over Cocoyasi Village, casting long shadows across the dusty paths and thatched roofs. Nami's heart pounded as she trudged back, her orange hair matted with sweat, clinging to her creamy skin that glistened under the fading light. Her short skirt rode up her thighs with each step, the fabric damp from the day's exertions. She'd done it—slipped away from those idiot Straw Hats, her nimble fingers lifting their treasure without a trace. The bag of berries weighed heavy on her shoulder, a promise of temporary relief from her nightmare.
The village was quiet, too quiet, the air thick with the scent of salt and fear. No one met her eyes as she passed; they knew better than to acknowledge her. Nami's bare feet slapped against the warm earth, her toes curling into the dirt. She could already taste the bile rising in her throat, but she pushed it down. This was her life. Her body ached from the run, her full breasts heaving beneath her tight top, nipples hardening against the rough cloth from the cool evening breeze.
Arlong Park loomed ahead, the massive sawfish fish-man's domain a fortress of cruelty. The gates creaked open as if expecting her, and Nami stepped inside, the bag clutched tight. The courtyard reeked of fish and rum, the pirates' laughter echoing off the stone walls. Arlong sat on his throne-like chair, his massive grey body sprawled out, scales glinting. His sharp teeth flashed in a grin as he spotted her.
"Well, well, look who's back," Arlong rumbled, his voice like grinding gravel. "The little thief returns. Got my money, slut?"
Nami dropped to her knees before him, the rough ground biting into her skin. She held up the bag, her hands trembling. "Yes, Captain Arlong. All of it. Just like you wanted." Her voice was soft, submissive, laced with the desperation that had become her armor.
Arlong snatched the bag, counting the berries with a clawed hand. His eyes narrowed, then widened in approval. "Good girl. You know what happens when you deliver." He leaned back, spreading his thick legs, the bulge in his pants straining against the fabric. "Now, show me how grateful you are. Worship your master like the cock-hungry slave you are."
Nami's breath hitched, a shiver running down her spine. She crawled forward on all fours, her ass swaying, skirt flipping up to reveal her bare pussy, already slick with unwanted arousal. The pirates around them hooted, their eyes hungry. She reached Arlong's crotch, her creamy fingers fumbling with his belt. The zipper rasped down, and out sprang his massive 10-inch grey cock, thick as her wrist, veined and throbbing, the tip already leaking precum that smelled musky and salty.
"Oh, Captain... it's so big," Nami whimpered, her tongue darting out to lick her lips. She leaned in, inhaling his scent—raw, animalistic, mixed with the sea. Her soft lips parted, and she pressed a kiss to the base, her tongue flicking out to lap at the heavy balls beneath. They were warm, textured with fine scales, and she sucked one into her mouth gently, rolling it with her tongue. "Mmm... tastes like power. I need it, Arlong. Please, let your slut worship this perfect cock."
Arlong chuckled, grabbing a fistful of her orange hair and yanking her head up. "Lick it, bitch. From balls to tip. Make it shine with your spit."
Nami obeyed, her tongue tracing a slow, wet path up the underside of his shaft. The grey skin was smooth yet firm, pulsing under her touch. She dragged her tongue flat against it, saliva coating every inch, dribbling down in thick strings that connected her mouth to his cock. "Ahh~ yes, so thick... I love how it twitches for me," she moaned, her voice breathy and needy. She swirled her tongue around the head, lapping up the precum, the salty tang exploding on her taste buds. Her creamy cheeks flushed pink as she bobbed her head, taking the first few inches into her hot mouth, sucking with hollowed cheeks.
Spit bubbled at the corners of her lips, trailing down her chin and onto her heaving breasts, soaking through her top. The fabric clung transparently now, her pink nipples visible and hard. Arlong groaned, thrusting shallowly into her mouth. "That's it, you dirty little map-maker. Suck master's cock like your life depends on it. Because it does."
Nami gagged as he pushed deeper, her throat constricting around the girth, but she didn't pull back. Tears welled in her eyes, mixing with the drool that poured from her stretched lips. "Glurk... mmmph... yes, fuck my face, Captain!" she gasped when he let her up for air, strings of saliva snapping between them. She dove back in, licking furiously, her hands stroking what she couldn't swallow. The wet slurps filled the air, her moans vibrating along his length—"Ohhh~ so good, I could cum just from tasting you."
The pirates watched, cocks hardening in their pants, the courtyard thick with the scent of arousal. Nami's pussy throbbed, juices trickling down her inner thighs, her body betraying her with heat. She was addicted, conditioned to crave this degradation. Her tongue worked faster, flicking the slit, sucking the head until Arlong's claws dug into her scalp.
"Gonna cum, slut. Swallow every drop, or I'll make you regret it."
Nami hummed in agreement, her mouth a tight, wet vacuum. Arlong roared, hips bucking, and hot ropes of thick cum erupted into her throat. She gulped it down greedily, the creamy load filling her mouth until it overflowed, spilling down her chin in white rivulets. "Mmm... yes, fill me! Your cum tastes so fucking good, Arlong!" she cried, licking her lips clean, then lapping at his softening cock to worship the last drops.
Arlong shoved her back, smirking. "Not bad, slave. Now, boys— she's all yours. Use her holes until she's broken."
The pirates descended like wolves. Rough hands grabbed Nami, stripping her bare in seconds. Her creamy skin glowed in the torchlight, smooth and soft, dotted with freckles across her shoulders. They dragged her to the center of the courtyard, bending her over a wooden crate. Her ass lifted high, pussy exposed—pink, swollen, dripping with need.
First came Hachi, the octopus fish-man, his tentacles wrapping around her wrists and ankles, spreading her wide. "Look at this tight little cunt," he growled, slapping her ass hard, the smack echoing. The sting made her yelp, but she arched back. "Please... fuck me. I need cocks in me. I'm your slutty hole."
He positioned his thick, tentacled cock at her entrance, the suckers pulsing. With one thrust, he buried himself balls-deep. Nami's pussy stretched around him, hot and velvety, clenching like a vice. "Ahhhh~! So full! Your cock's sucking my walls!" she screamed, drool already slipping from her open mouth as he pounded her. The wet squelch of her juices filled the air, her creamy thighs quivering. Sweat beaded on her skin, carrying a sweet, musky scent that drove the pirates wild.
Another pirate, a burly shark-man named Chew, stepped up to her face. His cock was ridged, slamming past her lips without warning. "Suck it, whore," he snarled. Nami's mouth filled, her tongue swirling as she bobbed, gagging on the length. Spit poured from her lips, dripping onto the ground in puddles, her moans muffled—"Mmmph! Gluck! Yes, use my throat!"
Hachi's tentacles slithered over her body, one wrapping around her clit, sucking gently while he fucked her harder. Her pussy gushed, the creamy slickness coating his shaft, making each thrust glide deeper. "Your cunt tastes like honey and sin," he grunted, pulling out to lap at her folds. His tongue, rough and wide, delved in, savoring the tangy sweetness mixed with her arousal. Nami bucked, screaming around Chew's cock. "Oh god, lick me! Eat my pussy while I choke on dick! Ahh~!"
They flipped her onto her back, legs hooked over shoulders in a mating press. Chew took her pussy now, his ridged cock scraping her inner walls, sending shocks of pleasure-pain. "Tight as a virgin, but wetter than a whore," he laughed, pounding relentlessly. Nami's breasts bounced, nipples pinched by another pirate's claws. Drool trickled from her mouth as she panted, eyes rolling back. "Fuck! Harder! Stretch my slutty hole! I love being filled!"
A third pirate, Kuroobi, the squid-man, claimed her ass. He spat on her puckered hole, working two fingers in first, then his slick cock. Nami howled as he pushed in, the burn turning to bliss. "Yesss~! Double stuff me! My ass is so tight for you!" All three holes—no, wait, her mouth was free now, but soon another cock filled it. The pirates rotated, a constant stream.
Sweat poured off her body, her skin slick and shiny, smelling of salt and sex, intoxicating. One pirate buried his face between her thighs while fucking her, tongue lapping her creamy pussy lips, tasting the salty-sweet nectar. "You taste like cum and desperation," he mumbled, before slamming back in.
They bent her into kinky positions: suspended by tentacles, her body folded, pussy and ass exposed for simultaneous thrusts. Nami writhed, a cock-addicted mess. "More! I need more cocks! Cum in me, on me—I'm your breeding slut! Ohhh~ fuck, yes!" Moans turned to screams as orgasms ripped through her, pussy squirting around invading shafts, ass clenching to milk loads.
One pirate hoisted her upside down, her head between his legs for a sloppy blowjob while another fucked her from behind, gravity making cum drip from her used holes onto her face. She lapped it up, drooling uncontrollably. "Glurgh... so much cum... I love it! Fill my guts!"
Hours blurred. Pirates took turns in every position—doggy with her face ground into dirt, reverse cowgirl bouncing on laps, spit-roasted between two. Her holes gaped, overflowing with thick, white seed, bubbling out with each thrust. The air reeked of cum, sweat, and her pussy's tangy aroma. Nami's body trembled, skin flushed red, creamy curves marked with bites and handprints.
"You're a perfect fucktoy," Arlong called from his throne, stroking himself again. "Keep going until she blacks out."
Finally, three pirates claimed her at once: one in her pussy, hammering her g-spot; one in her ass, stretching the ring; one in her mouth, face-fucking her. Nami's body convulsed, overwhelmed. "Mmmph! Ahhh~! Cumming! Fill meeee!" Cum erupted in all holes, hot jets painting her insides. Her vision blurred, drool and semen mixing on her chin, pussy and ass spasming as the last orgasm shattered her.
She went limp, passing out in a pool of fluids, body twitching, utterly spent. The pirates laughed, leaving her there, a broken, satisfied slave.