Marcus watched patiently as Alvida stared at his hand. She looked confused as to how he could grab her when she'd eaten the Smooth-Smooth fruit. Nothing should be able to touch her, let alone hold her down and strip her naked.

Ever since she had eaten the devil fruit she'd found, no one could touch her. She'd enjoyed being literally untouchable for a while, but soon realized just how much of a double-edged sword the powers she had were.

She discovered that never being touched meant never being touched. That was all well and good when it came to her crew and walking around in public, but in private when she wanted to be touched, no one could manage to do so.

No matter how hard any of her potential lovers and drunken one-night stands tried, not one of them could even get close to penetrating her. After several months, she felt like she was ready to kill someone.

She'd finally gotten a body that men wanted, and the fucking thing couldn't even be held in any way. Not even masturbating did anything for her. It was but a hollow substitute for what she truly wanted.

Then one day, the infuriating girl in the straw hat reappeared in Loguetown for the first time since the day the two had fought at her base on Goat Island. And with her was a group of women she didn't have before.

Lightning struck Buggy, the girl in the straw hat, and the execution platform and caused all three to come crashing towards the ground. That was when a man she hadn't seen before approached her.

The man had smiled and given her a wave before disappearing just as the world went black.

He'd taken advantage of the confusion at the town square, knocked her out, and set sail without anyone being any the wiser to the circumstances of her disappearance.

She'd woken up to being held down and violently undressed. She managed to 'break free' of his hold and jump off the bed and away from him. But not even three steps towards the door she found her arm being held in a vice grip.

Her eyes moved up his arm, past his shoulder, and then met his own. A heavy blush creeped across her face as his other hand planted itself on the small of her back and pulled her close. She could feel her heart pounding inside her chest.

Even if she was known as being the most ruthless pirate in the East Blue, Alvida was still a woman who was unexperienced in dealing with situations such as this. She'd never been the victim before and didn't know how to handle it.

"You've eaten the Smooth-Smooth fruit, haven't you, Alvida?" Her eyes widened in shock. How did he know that the woman before him and 'Iron Mace' Alvida were one and the same person? "That's how you've managed to turn your old self into the beautifully crafted work of art you are now."

He leaned in, causing her blush to deepen, keeping their faces barely an inch apart. "I know what happens when you eat this particular devil fruit. And I know that since eating it, you haven't been able to feel much of anything."

"Which means that this," He let go of her arm and maneuvered, so the now free hand was fixed between her legs. "is the first time someone's touched you since you've eaten it and felt something."

Alvida shuddered as his hand explored her quivering womanhood. She hadn't ever been touched down there before; at least not before eating the Smooth-Smooth fruit. The way it felt was nothing like anything she'd ever experienced through masturbation.

Her legs were barely able to keep her from collapsing as Marcus froze and unfroze time repeatedly to let several five-minute intervals of fingering build up and then overcome her in an instant only to then repeat the process.

After doing this several dozen times, he pulled his hand away and gently lowered her to the ground. He wasn't sure she could even think straight, but tried talking to her anyway.

"Can you feel it, Alvida? Can you feel just how good I make you feel with just a single finger?" She tried to speak but found that even the slightest movement aggravated her ongoing orgasm. She managed a nod between gasps as she tried to inch closer towards him, clearly wanting more.

Marcus knew he had plenty of time to catch up to the Straw Hats, he'd had his other pet Nami sending him regular updates, so he could take his time with training Alvida and catching up with them.

It didn't hurt that he knew where they would be going before they did. Being from another world definitely had its advantages in this one.

He undressed himself, smiling as Alvida began to squirm in excitement. Marcus could already see his heart shaped Slave-Slave brand beginning to form right above the small patch of pubic hair she had.

'Good. If it only took this small amount of work to make her like this, then with any luck she should be just like the other two by the time morning rolls around.'

"Get up onto your knees." Slowly and unsteadily, she made her way onto all fours. With a push off, she managed to get it down to just her knees. She felt hot. Too hot. Like something was building up deep inside of her.

Marcus watched as she kneeled before him, her breasts bouncing around as the rest of her shook uncontrollably. The brand was working perfectly. "Here," he pushed his erection against her cheek. "put this in your mouth."

She looked back and forth from his cock to his face, internally struggling with what she should do. But Marcus had decided that she was taking too long and, not wanting to risk allowing any doubt to remain, gently grabbed her by the jaw pulled her in.

He was pleasantly surprised to find out that Alvida had a very sensitive gag reflex, one that he would need to train to allow her to take his dick in much more easily. She was turning out to be much more fun than he had expected her to be.

Almost immediately she began to flail her arms, pounding them against his legs. But he wasn't fazed by it in the slightest. Instead began to push her head up and down so that she took in his entire length from tip to base.

Soon the flails grew weaker and weaker until they stopped altogether and instead turned into her masturbating with one hand and using the other to steady herself.

The brand started glowing and grew in size as she began to lose herself in sucking him off. Feeling he was close to climaxing, Marcus grabbed both sides of her head and pulled her in so that he came deep in her throat.

After swallowing his fresh load, Alvida fell back onto all fours. Coughing and crying from Marcus pushing her gag reflex above and beyond its limits. He wasn't one to brag, at least not too much, but he had an impressively sizable penis.

Not too short, not too long, but just large enough to impress women both aesthetically and functionally. Coupled with his Slave-Slave devil fruit powers, Marcus was a sexual force to be reckoned with.

As the night wore on, Alvida's heart shaped brand began to push out tendrils that shaped themselves into a sort of tribal tattoo pattern. These tendrils extended to just below her belly button, down to the middle of her thighs, and circled around her vagina.

The way the brand worked was that after the it spread itself out through her entire body, save for the neck up, it would then retreat into its original heart shape. However, this time, it would have the number representing the amount of times it had done this.

Marcus saw it as the 'level' of slave a person was. He higher one's number got, the more obedient they became.

As the Sun rose up into the morning sky, Alvida was lying on the bed in the room she now shared with her new Master tiredly thinking of how wonderful her new life as her Master's newest woman would be.

The entirety of the previous night consisted of her Master continuously shoving his cock in and out of her mouth and deep into her throat. He made it clear several times that he wanted her to be able to cum from just that at some point in the future.

It made both of her mouths drool just thinking about it.

He had filled her stomach with more cum than she though was physically possible. 'Maybe he also ate a devil fruit…But Master's business is his own. All I need to worry about is how to best serve him.'

Her smile widened as she thought of what being able to cum from just giving her master a blowjob must be like. But if her Master wanted her to be able to, then it must feel better than what she had just experienced.