Chapter 2 - Albasta Ass-Blastin'

Nami ran down the sandy streets, ducking into an alley as quick as she could. There were several wooden boxes piled high along the walls. The Navigator hid behind one and tried to catch her breath.

Her desert outfit was discarded, the belly dancer costume Sanji had bought her was in tatters. She pulled up the long, billowy skirt so she could tuck her knees against her chest, making herself as small as possible.

Her large chest heaved up and down as she panted. Sweat trickled down from her forehead across her temples down to her chin. Her mouth was dry, but she swallowed anyway.

She reached inside the cup of her indigo bikini top and found Usopp's instruction pamphlet.

Just before landing at Alabasta, Nami had been gifted a new weapon, the Clima Tact. It wouldn't put her on the level of the Monster Trio, but it should be enough to help her survive the battles. So far though, all she had been able to find was useless party tricks. Nami was not only outmatched, but she was handicapped by a weapon she had no idea how to use.

The weapon came in three pieces, apparently based on how you arranged these three weapons you would get different results. She was running out of time too; her opponent's patience was wearing out. The only reason she'd lasted this long was because of the Baroque Works member's sadism.

She could hear the crunch of sand under Miss Doublefinger's boots as she approached. Nami frantically read as fast as she could for any part of this weapon that might be remotely dangerous.

Usopp had scribbled down: FOR WHEN YOU AND VIVI ARE ALONE

Alone? Like none of the strong guys were around to save them? It was the best hope she had; she arranged the clima tact as instructed. One of the ends suddenly popped open to reveal a compartment. Nami briefly thought maybe it was a gun, she sort of hoped it was. She reached in and felt something rubber.

"Fucking Usopp..." Nami growled.

Zala, the Baroque Works member known as Miss Doublefinger, was now standing over her. The tall thin woman cut an imposing figure, dressed in leather from the collar around her neck which connected to the bra portion and the spiderweb design over her stomach, which disappeared into her leather pants, so it very well might have been her thong as well. The design evoked her other nickname, "the Poison Spider." Her pants were tight except for near the ankles where they became bell-bottoms. She was wearing high-heeled sandals. Perhaps the scariest part about her was her leather jacket with the fur-lined collar in this desert climate.

Her hair was navy blue, curly and billowing out. Her make-up was perfectly applied, her eyelashes was long and prominent, her lips were juicy and coloured magenta. She was a bombshell, but she was a killer to the core. Nami didn't stand a chance against her.

Doublefinger grabbed Nami by the neck and lifted her to her feet with ease and slammed her against the wall.

"I can't believe you actually tried to defeat me," the criminal said, offended, "What even are you? The ship's cook?"

Nami felt the sting of Zala's palm against her cheek.

"The maid? Did they bring you on to clean the ship?"

Another slap.

Nami pulled the object out of the clima tact. She held it up weakly, her cheek was red and she was trying not to shed a tear. Nami said, "'I'm the navigator... And the whore."

Doublefinger noticed what Nami was now holding up. She burst out laughing, a deep, honest laugh that sounded like a cackle. In Nami's hand was a long rubber dick with a set of straps on one end.

When she was able to bottle her laughter, Miss Doublefinger asked, "So what are you trying to fuck your way out of a fight?"

"It's worked most of my life..."

Zala slapped her again, this time though, she struck Nami's large left tit than the equally enormous right tit, making them bounce with each smack.

"So, you're just a little slut, huh?" Doublefinger snapped, continuing to abuse Nami's tits, with the occasional slap to her cheek when she wasn't expecting it. "I bet you've fucked everyone on that ship of yours a hundred times over by now! Take off your clothes, you whore."

It was an order, but as she said it, the Posion Spider was already in the process of ripping off Nami's skirt. The material was thin and tore easily, exposing her bare legs and indigo bikini bottoms.

With two fingers, she grabbed the string that connected the left cup to the right on Nami's and pulled hard enough for it to snap.

As Nami discarded what remained of her tattered clothes, Miss Doublefinger slid out of her tight leather pants, which took a considerable amount of skill. The sinister woman looked at the straps for the dildo, letting Nami have a second to see that her leather top, with its spiderweb-design, did come down and turn into a thong.

"Doesn't look like we have any lube for this so you're going to have to use that mouth for something useful for once," she stated, she grabbed the back of Nami's head and pulled hard enough so the navigator fell to her knees.

Miss Doublefinger shoved the dildo forward with her hands, Nami instinctively opened her mouth to receive the rubber dick into her mouth. The blue-haired woman wasn't interested in starting slow. She shoved the cock directly down Nami's throat. Her eyes opened wide as she gagged on the object. Her hands shot up, grabbing onto the lady's wrist but she was outmuscled and forced to continue choking. Nami slurped, which only caused her to gag more. She used the techniques she had mastered sucking on Arlong's cock for all those years, at least this dildo wasn't as big and impressive as his massive Fishman prick.

Miss Doublefinger pulled back, using a fistful of Nami's orange hair to yank her off the large blue dick. The Navigator gasped, feeling the saliva strings connecting her open mouth to the phallus. With her mouth wide open, Zala stepped forward and shoved Nami's face between her legs. Using her free hand, the blue-haired woman tucked her panties to the side so that Nami's mouth was applied directly to her pussy.

Nami grunted, muffled by the pussy lips as against her lips. Her tongue snaked out, diving deep into Miss Doublefinger's pussy and wiggling up and down. She had more experience sucking dick, but she had dealt with some female pirates in her past. This wasn't a completely new experience to her.

Zala gyrated her hips, rubbing her crotch against Nami's face. One hand was on the back of the girl's head, the other was holding her panties to the side. She said, "I could just cut this off, but this outfit is worth more than you are. Not that it is saying too much."

Nami worked her mouth, like big, open-mouth kisses on her clit, each one sealed as she attempted to pinch the sensitive region between her juicy lips. She looked up at Zala's face, searching for clues that she was doing the right movements or practicing the right techniques that worked for her. The blue-haired bombshell's face was aggressive delight and sadism, enjoying that she could be as mean to Nami as possible and knowing that the girl would keep tonguing her pussy.

Miss Doublefinger threw her head back, "Ooh, fuck! Keep licking that cunt, you bitch."

Nami alternated, tonguing the clit and then slipping it inside of her. Each change caught Zala by suprise, she let out a little squeal of enjoyment and squeezed the fistful of Nami's hair she was holding. Her lip trembled, she bit it to hide it but Nami knew she was doing good work.

"Oooohhhh... FUCK!!" Miss Doublefinger growled, she continued to grind her hips, pushing her pussy against Nami's face. She didn't acknowledge it, remaining committed to eating the villain's cunt as best she could, not letting herself get distracted. She groaned, "You do that so well. It's not my thing, but I might have to keep you like a little, whorey pet. Crocodile wants to keep Vivi, but I don't think he'll mind if I hold onto you."

Nami had her hands behind her back, grabbing her ankles just to have somewhere to put them. Miss Doublefinger was so aggressive that she had pushed her pussy into Nami's face so hard that she was basically looking straight up at the sky with the woman sitting on top of her. She had reached up and pulled the cups of her leather outfit down so her large tits spilled out. She groped herself until finally she let out a triumphant cry, Nami had successfully made her cum. Maybe that was enough to satisfy her?

"Alright, that's enough," Miss Doublefinger said, filling Nami with some hope. "That's enough cunt-licking for you."

Zala pulled Nami up to her feet, then pushed the pirate back onto one of the wooden crates Nami had tried to hide behind when she'd come into this alley to hide. The blue-haired bombshell lifted up her submissive partner's legs and pushed them to the side, forcing her to make a T with her body and legs. Nami understood what was expected, and grabbed her legs to hold them for the villainess. The Poison Spider reached forward, shoving two fingers into Nami's mouth, getting them wet with her saliva.

Doublefinger bent over and spit on Nami's crotch, with an underhanded approach, she slid the two fingers that were in Nami's mouth just a moment ago, into her pussy. Her face hovered a few inches from the cunt, getting as much leverage as she could to finger her fast and deep.

"I want this pussy nice and wet when I fuck you with that strap-on," Miss Doublefinger advised, moving her hand back and forth, while also working her fingers in a 'come-hither' fashion. She repeatedly spit on Nami's pussy, the wet saliva splattered over her clit and ran towards her vagina to be pushed in by Zala's fingers.

"OH! AH!" Nami moaned, her eyes closed, her head leaned back against one of the stacked crates behind her. She dug her fingers into her legs, holding them out so not to interfere with Miss Doublefinger's fine work.

Abruptly, she stopped and said, "That's good enough."

She grabbed the set of straps with the large rubber cock attached to it and started putting it on. She stepped through each of the leg holes, positioning the dildo in front of her pussy and the buckles in beside each hip. She gave the tail of each strap a hard pull, cinching it in tight. Miss Doublefinger, held the thick, rubber cock with her hand steadying it and aiming as she brought it closer to Nami's pussy. Her other hand grabbed the orange-haired girl by the hip, like she was holding her steady as well. The head of the rubber dick slowly slipped inside of her, Nami bit her lip and her eyes rolled back as she felt herself being entered inch by inch. The Poison Spider felt the dildo reach as far as it could, the leather mouthing pushed tight against Nami's pussy lips.

Zala started to fuck her, pumping her hips with a steady rhythm. Nami groaned as she felt the girth of the rubber cock spreading her hole wide, striking deep. Still, it wasn't Arlong, but there was an added turn-on that she was being dominated by this Baroque Works woman. Surely, Zala could have had a career in being a dominatrix if she chose, she already dressed the part.

The Poison Spider put two hands on Nami's ass, pushing her legs back further. It became easy enough for the pirate to place her elbows on the inside of her knees to hold them there. Miss Doublefinger's toned ass moved back and forth, tensing with each thrust forward. The rubber cock disapeared inside Nami's tight wet pussy over and over. Zala's boots dug in, planting themselves hard into the sand and stone as she gave additional power to her hip movements.

"Fuck, that pussy is so tight I can barely fit this thing in there," Miss Doublefinger commented, "I really need to fuck you hard to get anywhere with you."

"I'm sorry," Nami apologized for no real reason.

Zala reached forward, grabbing a fistful of orange hair on the top of Nami's head, pulling it forward and straining the girl's neck as her chin dug into her chest.

"OH FUCK!" Nami cried out, the pulling of her hair enhanced her pleasure as she was fucked by the blue-haired woman until she let out a loud cry along with her orgasm. Then without warning, the long rubber dick slid out of her with one swift pull.

Still using the grip on Nami's hair, she threw her down on the ground. The young woman was only barely able to protect herself, bracing herself with her hands against the stone floor of the alley. She didn't realize at first that she had ended up with her ass up in the air.

Miss Doublefinger noticed of course. She grabbed two meaty fistfuls of Nami's ass and squeezed, she then released and gave each buttock a hard slap. The sound of the smack briefly drowned out the battles in the distance.

Nami could only look forward at the entry way of the alley as she felt the familiar feeling of the head of the dildo entering her tight, wet pussy. Zala had an ass cheek in each hand as her surrogate cock drove into her submissive companion's cunt. She gritted her teeth, fucking Nami as hard as she could.

The stone alleyway was hard on Nami's knees, she knew her knees would be in rough shape whenever this was over. She didn't care though; she was enjoying herself enough that she snuck a hand between her legs and started rubbing her clit with her fingertips.

"That's it, get yourself off, you little whore," Miss Doublefinger snapped with glee.

Nami came again, her eyes rolled back and she reached forward, stretching her body as some sort of escape from her overwhelming pleasure. Her fingers felt something along the stones and sand, it was the instruction pamphlet to the clima tact. Barely concealing her reading, since Zala was too busy continuing to fuck her, she saw the words: FOR COMBAT CONFIGURATIONS, PLEASE TURN THE PAPER OVER.

"Oh," Nami said, flipping the pamphlet, but also letting out another "Ooh" that was from being fucked by the Poison Spider.

Hiding the pamphlet beneath her, she took her time and read the instructions. It proved difficult since Miss Doublefinger was still pounding her cunt with a rather large dildo.

Nami saw where she had dropped the clima tact, it was out of reach. If she could just find an excuse to get to it.

"Why the fuck am I trying so hard to get you off?" Miss Doublefinger snapped, "You do the hard work, bitch. Try and make me cum, you lazy slut."

Suddenly the dildo slid out of Nami's cunt, causing her to let out loud exclamation. She slammed her fist against the stone. Miss Doublefinger removed the straps and threw it at the girl on the ground. Nami thought about how she could scramble for the clima tact, swing it at Zala's head and make a run for it. That would give her time to figure out the weaponized parts of the clima tact.

She held the strap-on in her hands... Fuck it, she should just keep doing this until Zoro came to save her. She stepped through the leg straps and got to work.

"Let them out! Now!" Nefertari Vivi yelled. She pulled on the prison bars, despite knowing she didn't have the sort of strength to actually break them. Her friends, the Strawhat Pirates, were trapped inside the Seastone cage. They had fallen victim to what was a fairly obvious trap.

A deep-voiced laugh echoed across the room as Crocodile sat at the head of the table. The villain, the true Mister Zero of Baroque Works, asked, "Why should I?"

Realizing the sort of person she was dealing with, Vivi lunged at him. Her Peacock Slasher whipping towards him, the sharp jewel at the end of the wire cut through him easily.

Too easily actually, Crocodile's body had turned to sand on impact. He was a Logia-type Devil Fruit user, as much as she tried, Princess Vivi had no way to hurt him, he was essentially invincible.

Crocodile laughed at her attempts, "Again, why should I?"

Vivi felt a nervous bead of sweat drip down her temple. She stared daggers at the Warlord, "I am the Princess of Alabasta_"

"Interesting, you make a solid point," Crocodile cut her off, "Maybe a blowjob from a princess will stay your friends' execution."

"What?" Vivi's eyes opened wide with alarm, "I would never_"

Crocodile cut her off again, "I know these are not all of the Strawhats, there are more out there. I know you are just playing for time, so someone can come save you. As long as you are fucking me, then I will not flood this room and release my pet Bananawanis in to eat them."

Nami shouted, "Do it, Vivi. Go on!"

She didn't want to, but she knew she had no other choice. Vivi put her long blue up into a ponytail. The princess resolved to take her time, she believed she could draw this out as much as possible. If she waited long enough, maybe Sanji or even Chopper would show up to save her.

Crocodile sat down in his chair at the head of the table. He put a cigar in his mouth and lit it with a gold-plated lighter. He leaned back as he enjoyed his tobacco while Alabasta's royal heiress prepared to suck his dick. When she started to get down, he ordered, "You should really take all those clothes off. I would certainly hate to get cum stains on them."

His intentions were clear, the clothes were cheap and disposable, but it was an excuse to tell her to get naked.

She knelt at his feet and gripped his cock lightly, she stuck her tongue out far and ran it up the length of his dick. She licked it slowly from base to head several times, when she knew Crocodile was getting impatient and might realize she was procrastinating, she began to push the head of his dick into her mouth.

She bobbed slowly, moving her head from side to side as she started to stroke the thick shaft with her delicate hand.

As much as she hated Crocodile and wished to see him stopped, she didn't have a problem sucking his dick. In her time as a Strawhat, Nami had taught her that women have all have a special ability on the Grand Line. Pirates were greedy, horny monsters and you could get anything you needed from them just by touching their dick.

She'd seen it when Luffy's crew had been nearly captured in Whiskey Peak, Nami essentially had to fuck an entire village to get herself free.

Then at Little Garden, Nami and her had been stuck in the trap of some Baroque Works agents, thejr hand and knees frozen inside hardened wax as Mr. 5 and Mr. 3 took turns fucking each of them, Miss Valentine had also taken some liberties with the captured women.

Shortly after that, Nami had gotten sick, they had tried to find a doctor on Drum Island so when they ran afoul of Wapol and his pirate crew. While the others found Nami a doctor, Vivi had been taken prisoner and used as a fucktoy in the interim.

Now here she was, bobbing her head up and down in the lap of Mr. 0, the one she had been trying to meet and destroy for months. It was shocking to see it had been Crocodile. A Warlord of the Sea, a powerful pirate working for the World Government, was the one pulling the strings on the destruction of a country.

She felt dirty, not like a whore, but like a traitor. Vivi felt she should be trying to defeat him, not be working her tongue around the head of his dick.

Luffy once again attempted escape, but as soon as he touched the bars, his body turned to jelly. The rest of the prisoners were helpless to do anything but watch.

"Go deeper!" Nami coached from the Seastone cell, she was holding onto the bars pushing her head between them, "take his cock all the way down your throat!"

Vivi listened to her friend, working her mouth further down the shaft until her soft lips were forced to the very bottom of his cock. Minus Nami's occasional coaching and shouts of motivation, as well as Crocodile taking long pulls on his cigar, the only sounds in the secret basement of the Casino was Vivi's lips smacking and the swishing sounds of her saliva as she sucked on the Warlord's cock. The blue-haired princess' gasps of air each time she took the cock out of her mouth showed her effort.

After a period of time, Crocodile stood up from his throne. The sudden movement thrust his cock down Vivi's throat. She gagged and pulled back, the princess started coughing and felt Crocodile raise her up to her feet.

He pushed her back onto the long table, pushing her legs up into her chest. Vivi felt the cold of Crocodile's gold hook as he used it to cut off her panties. Then the curve of the prosthetic perfectly wrapped around her thigh as he held her steady. His other hand grasped her other thigh.

Vivi raised her head off of the table, staring at the Warlord with bewilderment as his thick cock entered her tight, young pussy. She grabbed her ankles and held her legs out to her sides, not even questioning him on his changing of their agreement. However, for every thrust of his big dick inside of her, that was another moment the room wasn't filling with water and killing her friends.

Vivi gasped and groaned, letting out a soft whimper as his rod drove into her. Each plunge rocked her body causing her tits to bounce. She hugged herself to try and limit the springiness of their movements, but all she did was pushe her breasts together and enhanced the cleavage she had.

Vivi bit her lip, unsure of how limit her sexuality so that Crocodile didn't blow his load too soon. She looked to Nami for inspiration, what would she do?

The redhead was gripping the bars with both hands, her face between them as she watched Vivi get fucked. Her long white dress had been lifted up to show her ass, Luffy was currently behind her pumping his hips with his cock driving deep into the Navigator's pussy. He seemed to have completely forgotten what was at stake, instead just focused on getting his rocks off. Zoro was standing nearby, waiting his turn. It appeared they were trading spots off and on. Not only that, but even the Vice Admiral, Smoker, was getting in the action. As Luffy tagged out, the grey haired man placed the head of his cock inside her wet pussy and started fucking her.

Maybe it was watching Nami getting pounded, but Vivi suddenly felt an overwhelming surge of excitement. She arched her back, rolling up onto her shoulders as she cried out loudly.

"Oh fuck... Oh fuck..." Vivi gasped, putting a hand to her forehead, her mind was swimming.

She looked down at Crocodile, he had pulled his cock out of her without warning. He was working his dick with his one good hand. Before Vivi could react, she watched ropes of cum shoot out from the tip of his cock and onto her stomach. Weakened, Vivi's legs dangled off of the table.

Crocodile laughed, "Well, that bought you a few minutes. Let's see, maybe we can see how long you can last with your next partner..."

A gate opened on the far side of the hall, a massive doorway gave room for a bananawani to enter.

"If you last long enough, maybe your friends can come rescue you," Crocodile laughed.

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