Nami & Robin - Servitude: Chapter - 1

When the bustiest members of the Strawhat crew find themselves captured by Mad Treasure, they soon realise there won't be any last-minute escapes: they're gonna be yar-har-hoes for life.

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Nami grit her teeth and tried to ignore the leering eyes of the Mad Treasure crew. Robin was by her side: together they were the defeated female captives from the Strawhat Crew, but Mad Treasure's men wouldn't dare lay a hand upon them – not until their captain had taken his share. Nami squared her shoulders and tried to ignore the pistol aimed at her back. She had come through tougher situations than this unharmed, and she wasn't about to let some two-bit pirates scare her. Truthfully, she was interested to meet this Mad Treasure, to gauge her enemy. If he showed weakness, she could ed this whole fiasco with a single bullet.

It was hard to tell what Robin was thinking. She kept her eyes downcast, her lips sealed in a straight line. She only raised her gaze when they reached the captain's cabin. Nami met her eyes, and the two women shared a silent nod. This would be a piece of cake. They had faced too many nautical terrors to see Mad Treasure as anything more than a pest. He would monologue at them, then lock them up somewhere they could easily escape from, and then the game was as good as won.

Guns pushed at their backs, indicating they would enter the cabin alone. They stepped through the doorway and tensed as the door slammed shut behind them. A huge man sat at the end of the room, his wild red hair gleaming in the light streaming through the window.

Nami and Robin gulped and stood a little straighter. The man was naked, his scarred and powerful body completely on display. In his right hand he held a fierce-looking pistol, and in his left he nursed his rock-hard cock. Nami felt her heart racing as she laid eyes upon that massive slab of meat. As a pirate, she had seen all manner of dicks in her time, but Mad Treasure outclassed them by leagues. He gave his new captives a wide grin and invited them closer with a twitch of his pistol. The busty woman stepped into the light where he could better survey them.

"Not bad," he growled, eyeing Nami ferociously. She stiffened under his glare. "I like to take a good, long look at my defeated enemies. The Strawhats were hiding two treasures." Mad Treasure arose from his chair, towering over the two women. They bit their lips as a long, white glob of precum oozed from his cockhead and drooped, stretching until it snapped and splattered on the floor. "But there's something I like more than hunting treasure, and that's fucking my enemies' women into submission. Nami, let's start with you."

Nami took a step back, raising her hands defensively. "H-Hey, why are you in such a rush? Aren't you going to throw us in the brig? There must be a nice, cosy cell waiting for us down there…"

The huge pirate threw back his head and bellowed a laugh. "You thought I'd let you escape? Foolish slut. I'm going to take you both, here and now, and there's nothing you can do about—"

"Nami, run!" cried Robin, and swung a kick at Mad Treasure's exposed balls. He simply caught her leg in a huge fist, yanked, and lifted the squirming, upside-down Robin into the air. Nami was at the door, trying the handle, but it was locked tight. She turned and put her back to the door as Mad Treasure approached, raising Robin until he could look into her eyes.

"I don't know you," he said. "But the ginger one, I know. You'll get your turn, so be patient." With that, he threw Robin at a bookcase. She hit it with a cry and crashed to the floor, nursing her painful back.

"Nami--!" she hissed again, but by then Mad Treasure was already pointing his pistol at the bikini-clad ginger. The weapon was so huge that its muzzle nearly eclipsed Nami's terrified face.

"Strip," he snarled. "Do it now, girl, before I have to splatter you all over my door."

Nami trembled. She was too scared to move with any degree of focus, but slowly, bit by bit, she raised her shaking hands to her bra strap. Robin groaned as Nami undid the clasp – and her blue-and-white bikini bra popped off, springing forwards from the sheer, overflowing pressure of her tits to smack Mad Treasure's chest. Her bra ended up folded over the bridge of his rock-hard cock, but he didn't try to remove it just yet: he was too busy feasting his eyes on the set of perfect globes jiggling before him. Nami shrank fearfully under his gaze, clenching her teeth and covering her nipples with an arm.

"Y-You saw my tits, so--… So let that be enough."

"'Enough'?" Mad Treasure spoke the word incredulously. "Have you never met a real pirate before, girlie? Real pirates are always hungry for more. Strip."

Nami closed her eyes and shuddered. She was burning up in Mad Treasure's hawk-eyed lust. She had never felt so weak, so tiny. As she reached down to grab her shorts, Mad Treasure pinched her arm between two fingers and tugged it away from her tits, exposing them once again. He seemed to enjoy her fear, bask in it. His cock throbbed happily, knowing it would soon be buried balls-deep in his enemy. When Robin started to rise, he pointed his pistol at her and clicked his tongue on the roof of his mouth, a deadly warning.

Nami wanted to stop trembling, but it was impossible. The pirates behind the door were laughing, imagining the despair she was being submitted to. Maybe there was no way out this time. At last, she slid her panties down her legs. Mad Treasure grinned when he laid eyes upon her hairless pussy, and licked his lips. "Good girl," he said. Before she could push her panties all the way down, Mad Treasure grabbed her by the neck and lifted her off the floor. She gagged and squeaked as her windpipe was constricted, tears welling in her eyes. She kicked at the air and punched at the pirate's chest, but he laughed as though her strikes merely tickled. Suddenly he shoved his hips forward, lodging them between her thighs and driving his—

--his—

--his cock into her pussy.

Nami screamed as he entered her, stretching her poor, innocent cunt wide around his monstrous girth. Robin gave a cry of horror as she watched her friend so brutally defiled by the muscular private captain. Nami writhed on his cock, her face turning white with dread, clutching his shoulders in an attempt to push him away. Mad Treasure simply snarled and began to thrust, pumping his monstercock in and out with rude shunts. Nami's pussy wasn't made for such an immense insertion, so tears rolled down her cheeks and sweat glossed her bouncing tits as the giant man conquered her. He rolled the stock of his pistol up her side as he rutted her, tenderly caressing her with the weapon. "Fuck," he growled. "You're the tightest thing I've ever met." He hunched over her, pressing the top of his head to the door. She could feel his hot breaths washing through her hair and along her scalp. "Wanna be my pet? I'll treat you real good…"

Nami couldn't concentrate on his words: she was too busy staring down between her bouncing breasts at the distortion in her tight belly. Each thrust made her stomach bulge full of monstercock, turning steadily more red the more he pumped her. His balls swung closer and closer to her thick asscheeks with each and every thrust, and as he picked up speed, Nami found herself crooning and moaning to the rhythm. She couldn't deny the pleasure: it overwhelmed her, piercing through the veil of pain and making her eyes roll back, her tongue droop lazily from her mouth.

Mad Treasure hooked an arm under her thighs and hoisted her into the air, slamming her with all the power in his body. He champed his teeth together and groaned in thuggish bliss. Nami's face was buried in his muscular chest, her tits bouncing, slipping and sliding on his abs. Precum poured from her stretched cunt down her slender thighs, splattering everywhere whenever Mad Treasure's balls lurched up and SMACKED her perky asscheeks. His laugh resounded in her ears: a laugh of triumph. The humiliation was unbearable, so Nami sank deeper into her sensitive, sparking daze. Her eyes trickled tears down her bright pink cheeks. She clung to Mad Treasure's shoulders as though trying to stave off a raging bull, shuddering each time he crashed her vulnerable body up against the door.

The meaty bashing sounds – and the creak of the metal hinge – drove the pirates outside into a frenzy of excitement. They hooted and hollered for their captain, encouraging him to ruin the bitch and make her pregnant. For Nami, the world devolved into a blur of pain and pleasure.

Robin was finally on her feet, weakened from her collision with the bookcase. She clenched her teeth and strode toward Mad Treasure, ready for Round 2 – but the brutal pirate was prepared for her. He turned, swinging Nami toward Robin, and pushed forward – ramming the busty ginger against her dark-haired friend and smashing them both against the wall. Robin yelped, trapped between Nami's naked, sweaty, jolting body and the wooden wall. Robin's tits squished against Nami's back, and Nami's ass wobbled against her crotch. Mad Treasure leered down at Robin over her friend's head and grinned wide, never stopping his powerful pumping.

"How's it feel?" he growled, tossing his pistol aside. He no longer needed it. Instead, he grasped Nami's hips and used them as a lever to fuck her even harder. "Seeing your friend ravaged, knowing you're next… This is what happens when you lose to Mad Treasure."

"You're a monster," Robin hissed, red-faced, trying to press herself back and away from Nami but only succeeding in trapping herself even tighter. When Nami tossed her head back against Robin's shoulder, Robin clenched her teeth in panic. She felt like her head was spinning. This was too awful – captured by the enemy, facing the same fate of captured women everywhere. Mad Treasure went balls-deep in Nami's cunt: his balls smacked frantically against her asscheeks, and she cried out near Robin's ear. All Robin could do was grasp Nami's hands, trying to comfort her defiled friend. "Just hold on," Robin said. "We'll be rescued. We always are. Once Luffy and the others come back—"

At that moment, Nami tensed up and gurgled in pleasure, thrashing her head from side to side as she hit her climax. Her legs wrapped around Mad Treasure's hips, and she squeezed herself against him as she squirted like a soaking slut. Her tits bounced almost to her face, smacking her neck over and over as she gasped and whined and pressed her face deep in his chest. "Hnnghh--! Fhah! Mmhah! Mooreee!"

Robin tensed when she heard that, going wide-eyed at Nami's blatant confession of pleasure. Nami shivered and groaned and arched her back, grinding her cunt down on Mad Treasure's base. She wanted it; she was actually enjoying her own ravishment!

And a moment later, Mad Treasure came too. He gripped Nami's hips even tighter, tossing his head back and guttering a roar. His hips lurched back and forth, slamming Nami and Robin roughly against the wall, almost seeming to rock the ship under the raw power of his thrusts. Nami felt his cock bucking inside her – and then he erupted, blasting her womb with hot, white cream, gush after spluttering gush surging against her inner walls. Mad Treasure dug in deep, bulging Nami's slender belly around his gigantic cock, bottoming out with his cockhead just beneath her breasts. Robin gasped when she saw it, and couldn't help but touch that twitching bulge, running her hand over its tip to feel Mad Treasure's cumshots battering outwards. Nami cringed and crooned, twitching with each shot, and bit by bit, her belly started to bloat around the captain's load.

Robin shivered and hugged Nami tightly. "Hold on," she whispered. "Don't lose control. Just…hold on…" But Nami was already far gone: her tongue swept the band of her lips, tears dripped from her chin, and she groaned in absolute bliss. By the time Mad Treasure finished gushing, her belly looked several months pregnant with his cum.

He pulled out slowly, dragging his monstrous, girthy dick out of her tight cunt inch by slimy inch, dripping ooze the whole way. Nami twitched and clenched her teeth tight, feeling a huge empty space where Mad Treasure's monsterdick had been. Globs of semen slapped the floor between Robin's feet, and when Mad Treasure's cockhead schlorped out of Nami's pussy, it smacked Robin's thigh. The dark-haired beauty grimaced and tried to wriggle away again, but before she could make any headway, Mad Treasure gripped her scalp in a hand and squeezed. She hissed in pain, peering up into the huge pirate's eyes as he callously threw the cum-dripping Nami to the ground. Nami landed in a heap of limbs, turning onto her side and hugging her bloated belly as cum gushed from her gaping cunt. Her teeth chattered, and she gurgled a long, low note of strain. Robin glanced at her friend and then up at Mad Treasure, glaring with all the hatred she could muster. His cock was caked in jizz, drizzling splooge to the floor in long, glossy ropes. When he stepped forward, she tried to drive her knee into his balls, but he simply jammed his own knee against her thigh and lifted her painfully off the ground.

Suspended by the top of her skull, Robin could do nothing but wriggle and lash helplessly at Mad Treasure while he chuckled in dark anticipation. He wet his lips and turned around, carrying Robin to the table where he threw her down and spread her legs, a fist wrapped around each thigh, straining them until they were at a 90-degree angle from her body. She hissed and spat her hatred at him, but nothing she could do would make any difference. Mad Treasure wanted to fuck her, to destroy his enemy's cunt so thoroughly she turned into a panting mess, and there was nothing left to stop him.

Mad Treasure dropped his cock on her belly, letting her see how big he was, how deep his brutal fuckrod would penetrate her sopping little pussy. Her cunt clenched under his veiny heft, and Robin whimpered when she felt his warm, ultra-fertile cream oozing into her. He started to rock his hips back and forth, dragging his cock on her stomach, batting the undersides of her massive tits as he prepared for Round 2.

"I won't break," Robin said, in what was probably history's weakest threat. Mad Treasure leaned over her until his eyes hovered above her own.

"I disagree," he said.

He dragged his cock back inch by torturously slow inch until his cockhead rested against her pussylips. Robin wriggled and strained pathetically, tossing her head from side to side, low wails escaping her lips as she hoped, prayed for something to stop Mad Treasure.

No salvation came. The huge pirate braced himself…and then RAMMED Robin's cunt as hard as he could. Robin watched between her tits as every last inch of his brutal dickpillar vanished into her cunt in a single, goo-splattering CLAP! His balls smushed up against her asscheeks, and her belly bulged mightily – all the way to her tits – causing Robin to clamp her hands over her mouth and squeal into her palms. She thrashed on the table, convulsing under the sheer, muscular torture that was Mad Treasure's internal stretching. She couldn't take it. Even Nami had broken before long, and now Robin could see why. This was impossible. A burning feeling spread outwards from Mad Treasure's bitch-breaking dick in her womb, flooding her with raw sensation, threatening to hijack her brain. No matter how much she shifted and clenched, Robin couldn't make it any less agonising. She arched her back and screamed as Mad Treasure wrenched her hips upwards, bending her body even further to suit his monstrous whims. His grin never faltered, even as Robin's eyes rolled back and she nearly blacked out from pain.

Then, and only then, did the pirate start to thrust. He fucked her with lurching beats, CLAP-CLAP-CLAP against her thighs and wobbling asscheeks, stirring up a gooey slop that oozed down her cheeks and over the edge of his table before pooling on the floor at his feet. He rushed nearly a foot of cock in and out of her with every thrust, brutalising her womb, punching it, delivering blows so powerful that Robin had no chance of bouncing back. And speaking of bouncing…

Robin's tits flew up each time Mad Treasure yanked her back, and slapped down against her upper belly with each and every thrust, adding to the SMACK-SMACK-SMACK beat of their soggy sex. Mad Treasure heaved her thighs up to cup the sides of her tits, making them into a smooth valley through which her breasts could spill and cascade. Now her calves hung beside her head, her toes curling high in the air, twisted into a mating press with Mad Treasure's savage weight bearing down on her. Robin realised her tongue was hanging from her mouth. She quickly retracted it. It was only a matter of time before she ended up like Nami, but she intended to resist for as long as possible, to give Luffy and the others a chance to rescue them—

Mad Treasure flipped Robin over onto all fours and started to THRASH her cunt with his monstercock. Robin squealed in pleasure as he pushed beyond his limits to fuck her faster and harder than ever before. Nearly two feet of cock surged in and out, in and out, mashing her womb and punching her tits with the bulge. Her boobs squished against the top of the table, but they were so smooth and slippery with sweat that they slid back and forth anyway. One spilled over the edge of the table and hung, a huge pale udder dangling, until Mad Treasure grasped it and mauled her sensitive udder into oblivion. He tugged and pumped and yanked and twisted, overwhelming Robin's senses, making her cry out, gasp and groan, moan and whimper---

And cum.

Robin couldn't hold back anymore – not with such a massive cock rampaging through her system, pummelling her womb and stirring up the thick broth of precum already flooding it. Mad Treasure smacked her jiggling ass, and that was the trigger. Robin bit her lip and came her brains out, squirting down Mad Treasure's thighs like a common gutter whore, like a broken faucet, like nothing but one of his sluts. Mad Treasure smacked her other asscheek and then gripped them both, rolling them under his palms as she quivered and bucked in dreadful pleasure.

"Now you're getting into it," he said, and delivered a two-handed CLAP to both of her cheeks before wrapping a burly arm under her torso and yanking her up onto her knees. He fucked her roughly from behind, rocking the table she knelt upon, making her breasts leap and jiggle against the air. A stream of drool ran from Robin's chin into her jiggling cleavage, and as she jabbered and moaned, Mad Treasure ran his free hand all over her body. He seemed particularly fascinated by her tits, running them in his palm, trying to pinch her nipples (they were flying all over the place, and slippery to boot, so capturing them was no mean feat), lifting them to test their weight… Robin's tits were significantly bigger than Nami's, and Mad Treasure was a titty man. He seemed to completely forget the ginger whore clinging to his left leg, battering Robin's womb with all the force of a ship's ram, making her belly distort in sweaty ripples.

Suddenly the huge pirate grasped both of Robin's tits and MASHED them tight against her chest, flesh spilling between his burly fingers as he wrestled the busty babe back against his abs and pecs. She gagged and writhed, trying to mouth petty insults at the man who had so thoroughly claimed her. Bottomed out in her cunt, Mad Treasure groaned and pushed, lifting her with his hips as he hit a thundering orgasm.

Robin had hoped that him cumming in Nami would mean his second orgasm would be smaller. A vain hope, it turned out: Mad Treasure's second load was even bigger than the first, a fact she discovered the moment he launched that first huge, guttering rope into her womb. She felt it thrash inside her, filling her poor babymaker in a single, metre-long gush. She began to moan, but her voice was cut off as Mad Treasure fell forwards – CRASHING down onto the tabletop and burying her beneath his mass. He squeezed her waist tightly, groaning and growling in savage glee as he sprayed blast after cannon-blast of pirate seed into her womb. Her belly swelled against the table, her protesting voice lost under Mad Treasure's chest. Nami sat back on her knees and watched in awe as Mad Treasure's cock pulsed, his balls pulling up tight with each ferocious shot. At first, no splooge escaped Robin's tight-stretched cunt, but as his orgasm gurgled on, first one jet, and then several sprayed out around the rim of her twitching pussy, hosing across the floor and Nami's face. She licked her lips and slid a hand down her own cum-bloated belly, fingering herself, scooping splooge out of her hyper-sensitive cunt as she watched her friend's destruction.

Robin whimpered, locked into a cramped space between the tabletop and Mad Treasure's chest. She could feel everything that was happening to her, but the extreme pressure meant she couldn't see any of it. Her senses focused on her insides, on the stretching in her belly and the fire in her pussy. She hit a second orgasm within seconds, squeaking and clenching tight, but that only made Mad Treasure squeeze her tighter.

When the huge, burly pirate had finally finished cumming, he lay upon Robin for a long minute, sucking deep breaths, trying to recover from two rounds with some of the most bangin' bitches on the high seas. At last, he drew back – simply rising and stepping away from the table. Robin was stretched so tight around his monstercock that she came with him, sliding off the table and dangling upside-down from his cock, groaning between his knees as he walked to a cabinet and took out a huge bottle of wine. He glugged the red wine fiercely, wiped his lips, then offered it to Nami.

"Drink this," he said. "Liquid fortitude."

Nami grasped the huge bottle in both hands and drank, obeying her new master, coughing and spluttering every few gulps. All the while, gravity slowly slid Robin off of Mad Treasure's cock. He sat in his chair and finished the job himself, grabbing her waist to twist and pry the sloppy bitch off his meat. When her pussy popped off of his cockhead, it immediately began to spray compressed semen. Mad Treasure adjusted his grip, pressing his thumbs on her belly and then wringing her like a wet cloth, making jizz erupt from her cunt while her stomach slowly deflated. Robin crooned in pain and strain, her eyes rolling back, nearly losing consciousness from the extreme sensation. Mad Treasure didn't give a shit how she was feeling: she was his toy, and he would play with her until she broke.

At last, Mad Treasure let Robin slip to the floor beside the teetering, groaning, thoroughly drunk Nami. They peered blearily up at the pirate, neither girl quite capable of thinking straight. Mad Treasure nursed his semi-hard cock and frowned at them in deep thought, wondering what to inflict upon them next. At last, he chanced upon an idea.

"Get on top of each other. Compare your tits."

Robin was reluctant, and too dazed to obey. Nami was far less restrained. She leaned against Robin…then wrapped her arms around her friend and fell on top of her, pressing her down on her back. Their boobs squished together. Robin's were obviously bigger, but Nami put up a good contest – pumping her chest back and forth over Robin's, grunting and gasping beside her ear, locking their legs together so their cum-drooling pussies smushed. Mad Treasure rose from his chair and stood over the entwined girls, stroking his cock harder and faster as it bloated in his fist. Robin watched over Nami's shoulder as their captor grew hard for a third time, impossibly energetic and virile. Robin gulped. If she had to service this man every day…

"Good girls," he said, and hunched over Nami's wiggling ass – squishing a buttcheek under his thumb. She yelped in joy and pressed up harder, only to let out a deep, wavering croon over Robin's face as Mad Treasure pressed his cockhead against her asshole. "Gonna take these holes next," he announced gruffly – and without another moment of hesitation, he grasped Nami's asscheeks and rocked forward, squeezing his massive cock into her tight pucker.

Nami wailed in bliss, her eyes lolling back in their sockets. A spatter of drool landed on Robin's face, and she gagged and coughed as her friend rocked back and forth on top of her. Nami lurched under Mad Treasure's brutal thrusts, each fuckhammering pound making a clear, wet SLAP of sweat being dislodged from skin, flash slamming into flesh. Her belly bulged against Robin's, and Robin groaned as her own belly, sore from being stretched out, clenched and quivered under the frantic gut-punches.

"Robin," Nami slurred, and leaned down to kiss her. Robin was shocked to feel her friend's lips covering her mouth, suckling and smooching sweetly. Nami cupped Robin's face between her palms and kissed her hungrily, humming into her mouth while their breasts stroked and slipped and slid all over each other. For a moment, Robin almost forgot about Mad Treasure – losing herself in the kiss.

Then Mad Treasure pulled out of Nami, spread Robin's asscheeks, and rammed his monstercock home in her asshole. Robin squeaked, her eyes jolting wide open, squirming in pain under her friend's needy affections. Nami reached back to hook a hand inside her gaping asshole, fingering and then fisting herself as she waited for Mad Treasure to switch back to her. When he did, she didn't even bother removing her hand: she just groaned and kept fistfucking herself while Mad Treasure for-real fucked her butthole, gaping her wider than ever before.

The two girls almost became one being, a set of four desperate holes stacked atop one another, and Mad Treasure made full use of all of them. He hammered one sloppy hole for a minute, then swapped to another one, without rhyme or reason – just stuffing whatever he felt like stuffing at any given moment. Robin squealed when he plunged her pussy again, stuffing a lot of the cream drooling out of her, back into her womb, while Nami mauled and groped her tits. Soon Robin found herself kissing Nami back, swirling tongues with the busty ginger, squeezing her supple asscheeks…

And when Mad Treasure came, he came just as hard as last time – but he didn't limit himself to pumping just one hole full of cream. He switched mid-orgasm, hose-blasting Robin's pussy and then Nami's ass and then Nami's pussy and then Robin's ass, flooding each slutty fucksleeve with his raw, masculine sludge.

When he pulled out of Robin's ass, the girls were gurgling pitifully into each other's mouths, caressing one another with tender touches, trembling from head to toe. That stacked tower of holes oozed thick semen into a spreading puddle on the floor. Mad Treasure stepped back, wiped his brow, and groaned happily. "Fuck," he said. "You'll make fine additions to the crew. Of course, you'll mostly be working below-decks, polishing poles and cleaning cannonballs."

The girls were unable to reply, or even to understand his words. The only sound in the room was their soft breaths, and the wet smack of their lips.

-

Despite Mad Treasure's words, the girls soon found themselves above-decks. They took a bath with Mad Treasure, letting the hot water scour their depravity away, before heading with their new captain up into the sunlight. They had been given new, much more revealing dresses to wear, and they blushed as Mad Treasure's crewmen jeered and joked and leered at their bodies.

Up top, Mad Treasure lazed on a deckchair, surrounded by his glimmering treasures, his muscular arms folded behind his head. He was the very image of a reigning champion – a victor over his foes, enjoying the spoils of war. And one of those spoils was currently straddling his lap, hungrily slurping on his long dong and peering up at him in love and adoration. Nami was taking to her new life with ease. She bobbed her head in long strokes, swallowing his cock with every dive and cupping the crown against the roof of her mouth each time she leaned back.

Mad Treasure curled his hands in her hair, watching his busty treasure work. She gulped and grunted around his meat each time she pushed it down her throat, gagging only occasionally, making sure to suck up all the bubbles of precum and slime the next time she went down his pole. The sight of her hoovering up his cock was heavenly, and Mad Treasure rewarded Nami by grasping her skull and RAMMING her face all the way down to his hilt. He held her there as she choked and squirmed, spewing slop down his throbbing balls, her tits squished between his thighs. Her eyes went wide in panic, and she patted his thigh, begging him to let go – but Mad Treasure was enjoying the sensation of her gullet crashing and rolling around every inch of his monstercock. He rested his head back and stared at the sky. Someday he would need to retire the treasure-hunting life, maybe start a family and raise some kids, but today was not that day. Today he would reap the rewards of a pirate's life.

By now Nami was struggling to stay conscious. Her eyes rolled back, blurring, her eyelids starting to droop as she blew the last few splutters of air in her lungs against Mad Treasure's pelvis. At last he released her, and she surged up his pole, WHEEZING for air once the passageway was unblocked – only to GLURCH again when he wrapped both hands in her hair and pushed her all the way down his soggy, pulsing megacock once more. This time, Mad Treasure came. Nami felt his load hit her stomach, pummelling her inner walls with hosepipe punches of semen. He filled her to the brim, until she felt her belly strain once more, before letting go. When Nami surged back this time, she almost seemed to fly off of Mad Treasure's still-blasting dick, trailing a huge arc of white spunk in her wake. She collapsed to the deck, and the rest of Mad Treasure's load slapped down on her face, chest, and belly, soaking her brand new uniform with his virile gunk.

"Stand up," he said once the spray faded to a dribble.

Nami staggered to her feet, woozy and dizzy, teetering slightly where she stood. "Uhn..?"

"Show me your cleavage."

Nami blinked rapidly, and then nodded and opened her cleavage for him – showing off her gorgeous chest. Mad Treasure's cock, at risk of going limp, perked up once again. He patted his lap.

"Mount up."

Nami's heart thundered in her chest. She clambered onto Mad Treasure's deckchair and stood over his monstercock, his cockhead pulsing under her panties. She reached down to tug them aside, and then slowly lowered herself onto his meat. She tipped her head back in a wavering moan when she felt his girth stretching her, bulging her belly. Deeper, deeper, Nami squatted on Mad Treasure's cock and then started to bounce – riding him like a good crewmember. Her tits bounced and smacked noisily together as wails burst through her lips like a song. Sweat peeled down Nami's skin as she rode her captain's schlong faster and faster, racing herself to make him cum, leaning over him, planting her hands on his chest--!

When Mad Treasure saw Nami's tits bouncing over his face, he leaned up and buried his features between them, licking around as though they were the most delicious icecream he'd ever tasted. He bit her nipples, sucked on them, and jostled her boobs around with his nose as she pumped his cock faster and faster, slapping her asscheeks down on his thighs with every frantic bounce.

"Y-Yes!" Nami squealed. "Cum in me, Captain..!"

Mad Treasure wrapped an arm around her back. "Greedy wench," he said, and pulled her down as hard and tight as he could. He erupted – unloading a massive orgasm directly into her womb. Nami thrashed, arched her back, and champed her teeth together as she came with her captain, delighted to be riding his magnificent dong! He filled her up and then flopped on his back, heaving growls at the air. Nami continued to swirl her hips over him even as cum leaked from her stretched pussy. Mad Treasure wiped the sweat from his brow. This was heaven…

A shadow fell across his face. Robin stood over him, balancing a tray on her right hand. On the tray teetered a huge, frothing mug of ale. Mad Treasure reached out – but instead of seizing the mug, he seized Robin around the waist and pulled her onto him. The mug clattered to the deck and poured its contents over the wood while, above, the sounds of loud, clapping sex started up again.

-

Hours later, Nami and Robin were led below decks. In the dark underbelly of the ship, a horde of men awaited them. Huge, burly pirates grinned down at the sluttily-dressed sex bombs, already stroking their massive cocks in preparation for the main event. Nami glanced at Robin, who gulped quietly. Both women felt the sudden impulse to run away, to dive through a window and try swimming to safety rather than face the lusts of these humongous men. Instead they smiled, strode into the centre of the room, and stood back-to-back amidst the crowd of men.

"You've done well, lads," said Mad Treasure. "With the rest of the Strawhats neutralised, there's nothing left to stop us. So here's your reward: two busty bitches. Use them however you like; I'm done with them."

Mad Treasure left. Nami flinched when the door slammed shut behind him. That was the signal: a pirate grasped Nami's shoulders and shoved her down to her knees, and before she knew it two huge cocks were pressing against her face, their heaving girths throbbing with excitement. Nami opened wide on instinct – and 'glummph!'ed as both cocks rammed into her mouth, bulging her bright-red cheeks. As she coughed and bobbed back and forth, giving her first ever dual-blowjob, Robin came face-to-tip with a brutal twelve-incher. She pulled her dress down from her massive tits and wrapped them around that girthy monster, pumping them up and down. A bead of pre wobbled on the tip, and she licked it up with a smile. When she heard Nami choking behind her, she reached back and gave her friend's butt a playful smack.

Nami gargled and twitched, her eyes wide and watering as her abusers slowly but surely crammed their massive dicks down her throat. Her slim neck bulged wide around their meat, clenching as they ploughed deeper and deeper, racing to be the first to bottom out. Of course, with their hips jostling so tightly together, neither one of them could go balls-deep, but that didn't stop them from trying.

Suddenly they wrenched out, leaving Nami coughing and spluttering, pitching onto all fours with ropes of drool and precum hanging from her open mouth. Before she could gather her strength, one pirate grabbed her dress and dragged her around, baring her booty and asshole for torment. She eeped as he SLAMMED his cock home, rippling her asscheeks from the sheer force of his thrust. He held her hips and fucked her doggystyle, rocking her back and forth on her elbows and knees. She buried her head between her wrists, wailing with each violent thrust. Her cleavage bounced so high that it slapped her chin and neck each time the pirate wrenched her back – until a second man squatted in front of her, hooked a hand beneath her jaw, and lifted her face so he could press his cock down her throat. Nami was spitroasted on the ground, gagging and grunting, her eyes glazing over with strain as two bulky cocks galloped her from both ends.

Robin gasped when the twelve-incher throbbed and erupted, spraying thick ropes of semen high above her head. Cum splattered in her hair, across her shoulders and boobs. She crooned and stuffed that broad cockhead into her mouth, bulging a cheek as she suckled it clean. The instant the hung pirate stepped back, two more took his place and laid their cocks upon her massive tits. Robin took another deep gasp, then grinned. "I hope you're ready, boys, because I'm going to blow your—"

"-Gllkkh!" Nami gagged around a throatful of cock, her eyes flying back in their sockets. The man pumping her ass tensed up and growled, bringing his palms down on her asscheeks in a double-handed SLAP as he came. She felt his cumshots blasting against her insides, filling her guts with thick white cream. He wrenched out and smacked his cock across her rump, then stepped away as cum drooled from her slightly gaping asshole. The throatfucker erupted moments later, flooding her stomach with so much cream that her belly puffed out a little. When he pulled out, Nami puked a dense arc of semen that splattered across the floor. While she tried to catch her breath, someone grabbed her shoulders and lifted her – and before she knew it, she was pressed between three burly men, their cockheads all prodding at her pussy. "I can't," she panted. "That's impossible."

They pressed her down – and one by one, their cocks squeezed into her tight, clenching cunt. Nami squealed in dismay, triple-fucked, stretched out beyond all belief. She just hoped Robin was doing better--!

Robin glugged and spat around the base of a pirate's cock, her face a mask of sweat and spittle. She tried her best to suck, but whenever she tried to pull back, he squeezed her hair and pressed her down to his hilt. She could feel every last inch of his cock pulsing down her gullet: it felt like it was inside her stomach! Bubbles of cum bloated from her nostrils and spilled down her chin. While she was still gurgling on that monsterdong, someone lifted her hips and rammed her cunt. She curled her toes in pleasure, arching her back. She was nothing more than a pitiful cocksleeve for the Mad Treasure crew, and she couldn't have been happier.

Nami squirmed, her arms twisted behind her back, bouncing up and down on three cocks stuffed so callously into her cunt that her womanhood was stretched into a rough triangle. She hiccupped, her tongue hanging from her mouth, and crooned when a pirate leaned in to kiss her. He sucked her tongue and spat in her mouth, but she didn't try to resist: she was far too exhausted to fight back. Her legs were hoisted next to her torso, her knees squeezing her tits together, and cum blasted from her cunt in thick white gushes. The pirates fucked her sloppy cunt into oblivion, came, and then switched out one by one. Her womb was hosed with a neverending tide of semen. When Nami turned her head and saw Robin being spitroasted, she whimpered – and that whimper turned into laughter. "Nngh, fuck!" she cried. "More, more, please, more!"

"I think we broke her," said one of the pirates, fondling her tits from behind.

"So what?" asked another, squeezing her thigh. "If she can't keep up, that's her fault."

But Nami didn't hear them. She was lost in her own world of pleasure, squealing as she hit a climax that washed away her thoughts and took her to the highest heights of bliss. She didn't care about the Strawhats anymore: the only thing that mattered was the next orgasm, and the next, and the neeeext---

-

Nami awoke in a heap of semen. Unconscious pirates lay all around her, snoozing, their cocks slung over their thighs. Nami looked up and saw Robin lying near her, similarly cum-caked and exhausted. The two women met each other's eyes, then turned and dragged themselves toward each other. At last they lay side by side, squeezing each other's hands and staring at the ceiling.

"What do you think?" Nami asked lazily. "Think we should stay here?"

"I think…" Robin shuddered and hiccupped bubbles of semen. "I think we should give it a shot. Just…for a little while…"

They fell asleep in each other's arms, awakening again when their new crewmates had need of them.