Chapter 10 - 3D2Y- Quick Scenes from Across the Grand Line

DURING THE TWO YEAR PERIOD THE STRAWHATS WERE DISBANDED:

Boa Hancock's head bobbed up and down, her mouth massaged the cock of her beloved. Her hand worked the shaft, pumping up and down as she felt her own saliva greasing the movements.

Monkey D Luffy reclined on Boa's coiled python as his concubine pleasured him. He was only now starting to recover from the loss he had suffered at Marineford. He had devoted the next two years to strengthening himself. Boa Hancock had devoted herself to strengthening their love, she would spend every waking moment cooking for him and fucking him from one side of Amazon Lily to the other.

"What's the matter, my beloved?" Boa asked, her mouth only briefly leaving the head of Strawhat's cock. "Something is clearly bothering you-ulk_"

Luffy pushed Boa's head down, forcing his cock down her throat as he answered, "I just wish I knew what happened to my friends. I haven't heard anything from any of them."

Boa mumbled that she was sure they were fine, but she was too busy trying to make her soul mate cum.

Luffy couldn't help but wonder...

DURING THE EVENTS OF THE PARAMOUNT WAR

The officers of Tequila Wolf were not formidable. They weren't anything compared to the likes of Marines or the army of Alabasta. Nico Robin defeated a whole squadron of them in only a few seconds, she could do the same for those in the house. They were threatening those that had sheltered her.

Unfortunately, life is never simple. If that were true, she would be halfway to Fishman Island with the rest of the Strawhats. Instead she was here, raising her hands as a trade to save the lives she had put in danger.

Sent her a couple of hours ago, by Bartholomew Kuma. His logic was strange, if he wanted to kill her it would be easy, just dump her a mile from shore and let her drown. Instead, she was here on Tequila Wolf. Her tropical attire would have caused her to freeze todl death if she hadn't been protected by her new friends.

So, Robin allowed herself to be captured. She was brought before the head of the officers, who explained that Tequila Wolf was nothing more than a prison colony. The World Government sent whoever they disliked here to build a literal bridge to nowhere.

"The ones who helped you will of course be taken off of this sentence," the officer said, "They'll be sent to Impel Down for their crimes."

"I can't allow that," Robin answered. The head officer didn't have sea prism shackles to restrain her, so her Devil Fruit powers still made her the deadliest thing on the island or bridge. If he was able to, he would have already imprisoned the world famous Devil-Child. Robin tried not to smirk as she said, "What if I were to submit?"

"In what way?"

"I will sell my freedom to you in exchange for theirs. I am yours, to do with whatever you please. Anything you demand."

A week later, Robin was still honoring her agreement. Work continued on the bridge. The ones who were accused of aiding her faced no repercussions, but they were still forced to help in the unnecessary task they were given.

As for Robin, she spent a good deal of every day in a variety of positions. Currently, she was on a bare mattress straddling a guard as he thrust his cock into her. Another man was aggressively fucking her ass. He had a hard grip on each of her shoulders, pulling into her with every push of his hips. Robin worked a pair of cocks with each hand, using her Devil Fruit abilities so she could have extra hands to stroke more cocks.

The Devil Child had a hand on the top of her head as well as one holding her jaw open wide. The head of a cock rammed down her throat over and over, she gagged each time the helmet plunge down her gullet. The slave welcomed the intrusion each time. She had to wonder where every one else was, what had happened to her crewmates? What were they doing as she was being fucked over and over for hours on end? Nami might be doing something similar, but who else?

Robin gulped down a load of cum as she felt another being pumped into her asshole. Fresh men stepped in and immediately began fucking the available orifices.

This was her busiest day all week, she had already fucked a dozen men and more seemed ready to take the next available space. She might be here for hours...

"The Revolutionaries are here! They're trying to liberate the slaves!"

Robin heard the yelling from the hallway. She wondered if they would be successful in liberating the impoverished workers here in Tequila Wolf.

She wondered aloud though, "Think they'll take me on? As a slave, I mean?"

1 MONTH AFTER PARAMOUNT WAR:

"I don't have to explain why this is unsuitable, do I?" Vice Admiral Smoker asked.

"Nope," Vice Admiral Garp affirmed, his arms were folded, "I understand, loud and clear. What the hell even happened where they got like this?"

"One of her subordinates accidentally hypnotized her during the battle," Smoker explained, he chomped on a pair of cigars, "same as his superior officer. They now think they need to suck as many Marine 'dicks' as possible."

"Get him in here," Garp ordered to a nearby private. Then to Smoker, he asked, "Why are they chained up? Are they considered dangerous?"

The two Vice Admirals were looking at the video display for the holding cell. They watched as Vice Admiral Hina and Rear Admiral Tashigi knelt naked on the padded floor. Their wrists were shackled behind their backs and chained to a mooring on the wall.

They were not alone in the room though, soldiers were constantly flowing in and out of the cell to use the pair of busty Marines. Hina was currently being mouth-fucked, saliva spilling down her chin as Tashigi was resting her chin on the ground as another soldier fucked her ass.

"They aren't dangerous," Smoker answered, "But they kept forcing their way into the men's barracks. There weren't many complaints to start with, but sometimes guys just want to sleep and don't want to hear Hina getting stuffed in every hole at three in the morning. So they chained each other up in here and posted that sign in the hall."

The sign read: FREE USE WHORES AVAILABLE FOR ANY MARINE THAT APPLIES. ALL HOLES OPEN 24/7. NO APPOINTMENT NEEDED, COME IN WITH AS MANY AS YOU WANT.

"Ah I was wondering who put that up," Garp commented, "Nobody's shut this down yet?"

"The Admirals and anyone above them refuses to talk about it, since it's so embarassing and taboo," Smoker explained.

Another Marine entered the room. He grabbed Hina by the hair and lied down, pulling Hina on top of him. She started riding the cock enthusiastically. The Marine, who had been fucking her throat moments earlier, got behind her and shoved his cock into her ass. Hina cried out loudly, throwing her head back, "I need another! Somebody get in here and fuck my mouth like a pussy!"

Smoker rode the volume down so Garp could hear him, "Hina outranks everyone else that could override the orders she's giving. Even me."

"I'm still only a Vice Admiral, even if I've been here for a million years," Garp admitted, he was the Navy's hero, but he refused to become an Admiral because of the role they played serving the Celestial Dragons. People only revered him out of respect, but he, Smoker and Hina were all equals in the chain-of-command. "So I can't order her to stop either."

"I understand. I just wanted some advice," Smoker said.

What they decided was an attempt to re-hypnotize Hina and Tashigi. Jango the Hypnotist entered the padded room, pushed in by Smoker with the order to get the two women 'straightened out '

He had a bewildered look on his face as he shouldered the weight of his responsibility. Jango liked to boast about his skills of hypnotism, but he had already tried to release the two women from the spell he had placed them under.

The room was filled with clapping as Tashigi lied on her back with her legs in the air. A Marine was pounding her hard as he groped her large tits. She persisted in keeping her glasses on, though they were very skewed and she did not have her hands available to fix them. The Marine ramming his dick into her joined the service around the same time as him, his name was Koby.

Hina was still on her knees with her ass in the air, Jango recognized the Marine who was fucking her as well, his eyes were covered by a black visor. For the life of him, he didn't know his name.

"Jango!" Hina called out, recognizing her subordinate. "Get over here and shove that dick down my throat, now!

"Yes, Vice Admiral!" Jango was scared of Hina, enough that he didn't disobey her orders.

"No, come use my mouth for your perverted desires," Tashigi begged.

Jango gulped, but he knew this might be his last chance to fuck his superior officer's face.

On the plus side, as Hina began suck on his dick, Tashigi was right there, wrapping her lips around his testicles and massaging them with her tongue.

It was difficult to focus on his hypnotism, but at least it helped him not blow his load immediately.

Jango dangled his chakram and began starting the process. With Koby ramming into Hina, her head was bobbing in jerky movements. The Hypnotist solved this problem by forcing his cock deep into the Vice Admiral's throat and holding it there. Even as she choked, her eyes remained on the chakram.

Jango had to be careful. He couldn't just tell her to stop having sex, that would just result in pent-up sexual aggression that would destroy her mentally. He just needed to get her past her compulsion to fuck every Marine she saw.

"You are no longer the Marines' whores," Zango said, "You do not need to fuck every Marine you see. You can have sex with anyone, whenever you want. You are free. One. Two. Jango!"

Hina suddenly pulled back coughing as shr gagged on Jango's dick. Saliva ran from her juicy lips to his glistening shaft.

Koby and other guy stopped, they didn't know how the Vice Admiral was going to react.

"Why did you stop, Koby," Hina asked, "I was very close to cumming."

"I disabled the hypnotism," Jango said, "You still want to be fucked?"

"I can fuck anyone, whenever I want. I am free," Hina repeated, then said, "I am a free whore to whoever wants to use me like their onw personal cum receptacle. Now out your cock back in my throat, Marine."

Jango obeyed his orders.

Smoker put his hand over his eyes, "Well that didn't work."

"You tried," Garp said and turned to leave. When Smoker asked where he was going, he said, "I've always wanted to fuck Vice Admiral Hina. I'm not going to miss my chance."

Smoker sighed. He followed Garp towards the cell. Tashigi gave great blowjobs anyways...

3 MONTHS AFTER THE PARAMOUNT WAR

Buggy the Clown didn't know how he got up into the crow's nest of his ship, if he did, maybe he wouldn't have rolled over in his sleep and fallen to the deck of his ship.

Buggy also didn't know how he'd become a Warlord of the Sea, but that was a much better mystery for him. It was the first big step for him to become the King of the Pirates and finding the One Piece.

The paper had arrived a week ago, front page news. Buggy the Clown, after a dramatic showing in the Paramount War, was declared the newest of the Seven Warlords. They had been celebrating ever since. Drinking, eating, fighting and one last thing that he found when he entered the mess hall.

The dining table was occupied, the lone female on their crew, Co-Captain Alvida was displayed on top. One of her wrists and ankles tied to each of the table legs. Her clothing was scattered around the table, both on and off of it along with some empty liquor bottles. Her trademark white cowboy hat still sat perched on her head, tilted back to shoe the sash wrapped over her eyes to blindfold her.

Buggy stretched and climbed on top of the table. He began groping Alvida's ass, the one area of her that you could describe as 'plump.' The woman flinched when she felt the Captain's helmet pushing between her supple ass cheeks.

"Alright, very funny, guys," Alvida groaned, "You've all had your fun, it's time to untie me."

She grabbed the edge of the table as Buggy's cock entered her asshole. Her whole body tensed, hugging Clown's cock tightly with her glute muscles.

"Oh fuck, that's so big! You can't fuck my ass with that! Oh fuck!!!" Alvida cried.

"Shut the fuck up," muttered Cabaji, the Second Mate of the Buggy Pirates. He had been sleeping in the corner of the room until Buggy had thrown open the door and blasted him with sunlight. He stepped around to Alvida's head and shoved his cock into her mouth, "There, put that hole to good use."

Despite her protests, everyone was well aware that Alvida was there entirely by choice. Her Devil Fruit ability from the Slip-Slip Fruit meant that she could NEVER be tied to a table or have someone on top of her fucking her ass unless she wanted them too. She was even using her powers to make her ass and mouth easier to enter. Alvida was acting, she enjoyed being their tied-up toy to play with, and had been doing it for the majority of the week.

Buggy thrust hard and fast as Alvida housed Cabaji's cock deep in her throat. They weren't going to take too long, they preferred to just use her as a receptacle and move along.

They did not get the chance to finish though, the ship suddenly rocked to one side. The table fell over, taking all three pirates with it.

"What the hell was that!?!" Buggy screamed.

"Cannon Fire! We are under attack!"

"Deploy sails and flee!" Buggy ordered.

Alvida had freed herself of her ropes. As she placed her cowboy hat back on her head, she said, "You know you're a Warlord now, right? It doesn't look good if you run."

Buggy gulped. She was right. He hung his head and muttered, "Ready the cannons, we are going to battle..."

6 MONTHS AFTER THE PARAMOUNT WAR:

The swordsman limped into the mansion. He clutched the scabbards of all three of his swords in one hand, since his other was too weak to close at the moment.

The training was even more brutal than he could have expected. He hadn't even clashed blades with his new Master yet. Instead, he had been fighting baboons for days at a time.

The primates were stronger than the average man and they had studied the techniques of the world's greatest swordsman.

After being sent here by Kuma from Sabaody, Roronoa Zoro has humbled himself and begged for training from his sworn enemy, Dracule Mihawk. He had nothing left to lose and knew if he was ever going to improve, he would need a teacher.

Mihawk reluctantly agreed and sent Zoro out to fight the baboons. The rules were simple, Do Not Bother Mihawk. If the Warlord didn't have anything to say or didn't want to impart any specific lesson, you were not meant to approach him.

Do not wreck or dirty Mihawk's home or belongings. Take your turn with chores. Make your own meals. Dress your own injuries. Wash your own laundries.

Most importantly, after training go straight to the showers. Don't get blood on Mihawk's floors or furniture.

Zoro put one foot in front of the other until he reached the bathroom. He turned on the hot water and let it wash the blood off of his body. He watched as it circled down the drain. Once his muscles had a second to recover, he removed his clothes. He hadn't had the energy to take them off beforehand.

Out of the shower, Zoror wrapped a towel around himself and began bandaging his wounds. His energy was steadily coming back, but he could use some food.

The Strawhat's Swordsman limped into the kitchen, surprised to see someone else there.

She was leaning over the kitchen counter reading the newspaper. Her black and white-striped leggings stretched over her perky ass, her red frilly skirt did not conceal her buttocks completely. She was wearing heavy red boots, but she always hovered a few feet off of the ground, never risking dirtying the floors. Not that she was THAT scared of Mihawk, she was just too lazy to clean.

She was wearing a white t-shirt that was ripped off to show her midriff, but low-cut to show some cleavage from her breasts, which were surprisingly large considering her very slender frame.

Her long pink hair was pulled into a pair of long pigtails, with a red crown placed on top of her head. She fancied herself royalty, giving herself the nickname of Ghost Princess Perona.

She looked over her shoulder at Zoro, her noticeably large eyes widened with surprise when she saw the muscular pirate was wearing only a towel. Her surprise turned quickly into alarm when she noticed his eyes were on her backside and she yanked her skirt down to cover herself.

Zoro's gaze moved towards the stove where a pot of something was boiling. His stomach growled.

"Can I have some?" Pirate Hunter Zoro asked, not even knowing what was in the pot. He assumed it was edible.

"No. I hate cooking, so when I do, I make a lot so I don't have to cook for a week. So no."

"'Come on, I'm exhausted and starving, I just don't want to cook right now," Zoro groaned. Then under his breath added, "Too bad Stupid Sanji isn't here."

Perona pretended to go back to reading her newspaper, but Zoro knew that she was still arguing with him. He could read her easily, she wanted attention, she was bored and she was lonely. This was more conversation than she got out of Mihawk in a whole week.

More than anything, she was horny. Zoro caught her watching his training more times than not, though he never had time to ask her about it or he'd get decapitated by a baboon with a broadsword.

"If you let me eat some of whatever you're cooking right now," Zoro negotiated, "Whenever I cook, you can have as much as you want."

"No deal."

"What else do you want?"

"Kiss my ass."

"Okay."

"Wait, what?"

Perona looked over her shoulder, Zoro was right behind her. His hands were under her skirt, grabbing the waist of her leggings and sliding them down off of her rump. He dropped to a knee and placed a kiss on her buttock.

"What are you doing?" Perona shrieked.

"What you asked me to do," Zoro said, he did his best to keep his tone dry even if he was trying not to laugh or smile. "If it means I'll eat, I'll start by eating your pussy. If you want."

Perona was speechless, but when Zoro turned her around, she lifted her legs and set a knee on each of his shoulders. Her leggings were stretched between her calves, hooking the back of Zoro's head as he started to tongue her clit.

Perona ran her fingers through the swordsman's green hair, she bit her lower lip as he started to trigger her sensitive area. As much as she wanted this to continue, she couldn't wait until she saw what was under the towel.

A good time later, Perona had her long, slender legs wrapped around Zoro's waist as she held the back of his head. She bounced up and down, driving his long sword into her tight, wet pussy. Her pigtails whipped about wildly, threatening to land in on the hot stove.

It wasn't until they noticed the figure in the doorway that they stopped. Dracule Mihawk in his usual attire, with his cup of tea held below his chin.

"Additional rule," he said calmly, "No sex in common areas. You will clean all of this from top to bottom... Once you're done."

After he walked away, Zoro and Perona stood there for a few minutes, still entwined. They knew they were only still alive because Mihawk's 'Can't Be Bothered' won out over his 'The Audacity.'

They shuffled into the nearest room, a broom closet that they figured Mihawk would not deem a 'common area' or investigate any noises within, then completed their transaction.

Zoro returned to the kitchen afterwards, positively ravenous for food and dunked a ladle into what appeared to be beef stew.

"Hmph," Perona scoffed, returning to her pre-lust attitude, full of selfishness and snark. She sat on the counter. Looking at Zoro's bowl, she stated, "That's too much of a serving. By the way, I'm not helping you clean the kitchen."

Zoro drowned her out, he took a spoonful of stew and tasted it. He paused. Perona was a terrible cook. He begrudgingly swallowed. At least while he trained these two years, he was would be able to use her other talents. Namely, the ones he'd seen in the broom closet...

16 MONTHS AFTER PARAMOUNT WAR

"You were a fool to return to Alabasta," Vivi stated, "after everything you've done, this is the last place you should be."

The villain chuckled, "By that you mean... Your bedroom?"

Vivi watched as he took a drag from his cigar. His golden hook glinted in the dim lighting.

The blue-haired princess gulped, he was so close to her. She couldn't run, he was between her and the door. She couldn't fight, that hadn't worked in the past. She knew which of her options was remaining."

"Are you really going to be so rude, even after I came so far just to see you?"

"Leave me alone, Crocodile!" Vivi snapped.

The villain reached out with his hook, snagging her top right between her breasts. Vivi was lightly dressed, wearing only a pink bra and a light blue belly-dancer skirt. The yanking on her top pulled her into Crocodile's arms, his hand reached around her and grabbed her by her ass. He continued to pull with his hook until the bra snapped. He tossed it away.

"Now get down on your knees and suck my dick," Crocodile whispered. Vivi stifled a gasp, but slowly obeyed him. She unbuckled his pants and fished out his large, hard dick. The princess began to slowly suck on his dick, her head moving and forth. Her soft lips were wrapped around the bulbous helmet as she swirled her tongue around the tip. Crocodile urged, "That's right, just like that."

Princess Vivi took the dick a little deeper, sucking hard as she held onto the villain's black pants.

She was looking forward to what would come next. Crocodile would throw her onto her bed, his hooked would rip through her skirt and he would discover she was not wearing any panties under it.

Vivi's legs would wrap around his waist as he entered her. She would be enveloped by his fur-lined coat as he thrust into her. The would-be usurper would make her his as he made her orgasm...

"Oh god, it's Lord Crocodile! Shoot him!"

"No! Don't shoot!"

Vivi had to stop, she only wished she had the presence of mind to get the man's cock out of her mouth. Instead she knelt there with her lips around his dick as he begged for his life.

"I'm not the real Crocodile! Princess Vivi asked me to dress up like him!"

He threw the golden hook down on floor, showing he had two hands.

Vivi was annoyed, "Who gave you permission to come in here!?!"

"The King asked us to tell you that he had made the arrangements for the Reverie," one of the guards.

"For fuck's sake, that's not for MONTHS!" Vivi yelled, "Get out!!!"

The guards fled from the raging royalty. She looked at her Crocodile stand-in, she had been using this fantasy for months and she wasn't ready to give it up.

"Put the hook back on and fuck me. Make it hard so I can forget all about that... The hook goes on the OTHER hand."

22 MONTHS AFTER THE PARAMOUNT WAR

The Captain of the Bonney Pirates rolled out of he hammock, knocking over several empty bottles with her feet. Jewelry Bonney slid her suspenders up over her shoulders, the straps were pulled tight across her large breasts. Her nipples were hard in the cold, morning air, poking through the soft, white cotton of her tank top.

She fixed her brown boy-shorts, ensuring they were still showing a bit of asscheek while not riding completely up her ass. Bonney scooped up her green hat and used it to keep her long, pink hair out of her eyes as she walked to check on her property.

The Captain grabbed a bottle of whiskey for breakfast and walked down the hallway.

Almost two years ago, some idiots offended the Celestial Dragons and got an Admiral called to Sabaody Archipelago along with some Pacifistas, which was not a fun surprise.

Bonney had planned to sail into the New World, but now the World Government was watching the entrance like a hawk. So they had to wait for their moment to cross. In the meantime, they needed money.

Big Eater Bonney twisted the doorknob and entered. There was no reason to knock beforehand, but she was still annoyed by what she found on the other side.

One of her crewman was on the bed. He had the property mounted, his hands were on her slender waist and pulling her towards him as he thrust his cock deep into her pussy.

The property moaned, biting down on her ballgag and rolling her eyes back. The crewman yanked on her long orange hair, causing the slut to squeal with delight. Her wrists were shackled to the headboard and her pillow was under her stomach, raising her ass in the air.

"Hey asshole!" Bonney threw the half-empty whiskey bottle at her subordinate, it shattered against the wall directly behind where his head had been a second earlier. Bonney shouted, "What did I say about waking her up early?"

"Jones and Soda had already been in here as I was going by, I thought you gave permission... Ma'am," the man answered, trying not to get his ass kicked by his Captain.

"Well next time, come tell me!" Bonney snapped, "Get out of here."

The property on the bed mumbled something through her gag.

Bonney groaned and asked the pirate underling, "Did you cum?"

"Well, no actually."

"Fine," Bonney dropped to her knees and grabbed the pirate's dick, she aggressively sucked on his dick until he erupted in her mouth. Holding it there, she went to the woman on the bed and removed her ballgag. Bonney pressed their lips together and exchanged the load. She said afterward, "There, that's your breakfast. Now get up, it's time for work."

"Thank you," said the recipient.

Bonney unshackled her and led her out of the room on a leash. They emerged onto the deck of the Jewelry Margherita, docked for the last two years at one of the more secluded islands of the Sabaody Archipelago. The entrance plank was leaned against the side down to the grassy surface, waiting on the island was a steady line-up of men waiting for their opportunity.

An iron T was bolted into the middle of the deck. Bonney tied the leash to the center portion and then shackled each of the girl's wrists to the ends of the T, placing her hands at perfect dick-stroking height. Bonney slid a blindfold over the orange-haired woman's eyes then removed her gag. She immediately opened her mouth and outstretched her tongue.

"Here she is!" Captain Bonney shouted for the gathered masses. "You know why you are here! She's Sabaody Archipelago's top, number one, premium whore! You won't find another cock sleeve like her on any of the 79 islands. She is your favourite cum receptacle, formerly of the Strawhat Pirates, Cat Burglar Nami!!!"

The crowd cheered, which made Nami smile. She fidgeted in her spot, her pussy was already wet and she was salivating for her first cock.

Nearly two years ago, Bartholomew Kuma had scattered the Strawhats around the world. While the others had been sent far and wide to exotic locals, Nami had travelled considerably less distance. She never left Sabaody Archipelago at all, she was dropped directly into one of the cells at the slave auction where Luffy had struck a Celestial Dragon.

Jewelry Bonney had happened upon her at the next auction, before anyone discovered who she was, Bonney got her for a deal. From that point on, Big Eater was determined to make Nami personally pay her back for the time she spent laying low on this shithole island.

Nami had been resistant at first, but she adapted quite quickly to this role. Bonney was unaware of the Navigator's history with the Arlong Pirates which was somewhat similar. At least her new Master gave her most of the night off to recover.

The first man stepped on board, hurriedly throwing his berries into the pot before rushing up to Nami. He undid his drawstring as he walked forward, so when he reached the bound girl he could shove his cock directly into her waiting mouth.

Nami's hair had grown considerably in the two years. At her shoulders when she had been separated from the Strawhats, now it was nearly down to her waist. The man grabbed a large handful of the hair, pulling it away from her face into a makeshift ponytail as his dick darted back and forth, rubbing against the woman's tongue and lips.

Her sucking noises filled the air, drowning out Sabaody's ambient noise of distant waves and popping bubbles. Plenty of bubbles were forming at the corners of Nami's mouth as her throat was aggressively fucked. She looked up at him with large, seductive eyes until he thrust his cock deep and shot his load directly down her esophagus. Nami had to gulp it down quickly to avoid choking on it.

The tied-up maiden panted, trying to catch her breath as the man left and the next three approached. Taking advantage of the group discount, Nami smiled as she grabbed onto a cock with each hand and began stroking. The remaining prick went into her mouth.

Nami worked quickly, thankful that she had enough chain on her shackles and collar where she could alternate between sucking and stroking each dick. She would suck for a few moments before switching to the next, using her saliva to lubricate the shafts as she worked her hands up and down.

Nami was just getting warmed up, she had only woken up recently. It took her a moment to get up to speed and become the ravenous cock-servicing machine she had turned herself into over the last two years. Each man that stepped onto the ship was overwhelmed by the exiled Strawhat's prowess.

Her mouth and hands were almost always busy, her long, orange hair was a wild mess from having a multitude of hands grabbing her head to fuck her mouth. Saliva and cum dripped down her chin onto her large, bare breasts.

She remained chained that way for about an hour, receiving face-fuckings one after the other. Once the line started to shorten, Bonney called out and said Nami was due for a break. This was less about letting Nami recover, but more about letting the line build back up with ravenous, lusting men.

Nami quickly showered, ate something then did some stretches. Her neck and back would get sore if she wasn't limber up occasionally.

Bonney grabbed her leash and marched her back out to the ship's deck. This time the t-shaped bar was lower with a padded footrest nearby for Nami to kneel on as she rested her hands on the bar. Her wrist shackles were directly attached to the bar and her feet were tied to the footrest, making her bound to the spot.

As the patrons were invited back onto the ship, they were given the option to further abuse her mouth and throat, or they could walk around and fuck her in the pussy and ass.

Bonney liked this part of the day, she got to split the line in two. One line was for those that wanted to ram their cocks down Nami's throat, and the other that wound to shove the rods into her pussy or ass. It helped to maximize time, Nami would always be satisfying two customers, as soon as one finished, another took their spot.

Nami gulped down a load, sucking on the head of the customer's cock until she had milked it of its last drop. She then blurted out, "Next! I need another cock, now! I need some meat shove in my mouth! Please I need more co-ulk!"

Bonney smirked. In all honesty, she didn't have the heart to hold Nami prisoner and force her to fuck for cash every day. Strangely enough, Nami took to the concept like a fishman to water. The Strawhat Slut had only one request, that if she had repaid her 'debt' in two years, she be released. Bonney wasn't sure why, the proclamation was made shortly after Luffy had stormed Marineford. Something had happened where Nami was fixated on being here for two years and no longer.

Bonney didn't mind, Nami had earned her close to a fortune, more than she would have ever labelled as her debt, so it seemed only fair. Her crew would not be happy to see her go.

They took another break, Nami did her stretches. She had some tea and honey to soothe her throat from the extended periods of deepthroat fucking. She asked to go back early. They reached the portion of the day where she would be sent out with her eyes covered and her hands bound behind her back. She would be wearing a ballgag to start, but it was almost always yanked out after a few moments to make use of her mouth, naturally.

This was the long part of the shift, Nami would be out here until the line was completely gone. Every hole was used and abused, filled with cum as she climaxed again and again. Her stomach was full, her body was covered and glistening with sweat and semen. Her orange hair clung to her face, her skin was red from overexertion, her ass was especially red from the repetitive smacks she received.

The day ended like any other. As the sun set on the horizon, the last customers left the Jewelry Marguerita. Nami was exhausted, her eyes were devoid of any thought as they rolled back, looking up but not at anything in particular. She had been subjected to so many orgasms that her mind was completely broken, everything was spinning and she was nothing except for her satisfied bliss.

The Bonney Pirates helped her up and led her to the bath where she was able to recover. Nami started to regain her senses, feeling depressed as she realized in two months she would done with her servitude. She missed her friends, but she would also miss this lifestyle.

It took her a while to realize she wasn't alone. The bathtub was large, more like a hot tub designed for multiple guests. It was Nami and one other person at the moment. Big Eater, Captain Jewelry Bonney. She was submerged up to her large breasts in the soapy water. From the way she was seated, Nami could tell she had her legs spread.

Bonney asked, "Want to see how long you can hold your breath?"

Nami was exhausted, but she slowly slipped under the water and towards the Captain.

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