So just a quick warning, this is pure smut. Not sure how many chapters/pairings I'll add to this, but I'll give it a fair go. I decided against any OC's as I'm terrible at making decent, believable characters and Nami is probably the victim of 80% of all One Piece hentai out there.
"You're a bastard, Kidd!"
"Ooh, this kitten has claws, Killer." The flame haired man chuckled, his painted lips stretched into an impossibly wide smirk.
Of course it had to be her, because it was always her.
'Cat Burglar' Nami, master thief and professional damsel in distress. Throw the Strawhat crew into any dire or life-threatening situation and you can bet a pocket full of beli that she'd be stuck in the middle of it. Not by choice of course, but in the New World her physical strength wasn't something she could rely on and sickly sweet charm and fluttering eyelashes could only save you so many times.
Unfortunately for Nami, this wasn't one of those times.
"W-when my crew find out where I am you won't have any teeth left to smile with you asshole!"
"Tch, why do you think you're here, wench?" He smirked again, stretching himself out lazily in his seat, "What better way to piss off the rubber brat than to borrow his precious navigator? He'll come for you, no doubt about that." He was counting on it.
Nami felt herself tense when a hard body pressed flush against her back, the cold metal of one of Killer's scythe-blades resting against her stomach. He wasn't the same slim man she remembered from Sabaody Archipelago, he was bigger now, all hard muscle and jagged scars. Kidd was larger too, his entire left arm replaced with a mechanical one and an ugly scar that marred his pale skin from his eye right down to his hip-bone.
"You're looking a little flushed, sweetheart." Kidd rested his chin against his fist, pointing a metal finger with his other, "Killer, cool her down."
Before Nami had a chance to argue, cold metal against her chest made her breath hitch in her throat. Like a knife through butter, Killer's blade sliced through the middle of her bikini top and her generously sized breasts bounced free, nipples already pert from the cool air of the room. She shrieked, turning her back to the perverted captain and covered her chest with her arms. Kidd practically cackled from her reaction.
"You disgusting creep!" She yelled over her shoulder, before turning back to the second in command, "And you! You'r-"
"Shut your mouth. Unless you want the rest of my crew present for this?" Kidd smirked, wiggling his metal finger again towards the rest of her garments. Killer took the hint, hands reaching behind her to grip the back of her jeans roughly, before Nami slapped a hand against his to stop him.
"Don't you dare."
Killer brought his helmet inches from her face, "Stop me again and I'll cut you." His voice echoed eerily, breath hot against her face. He moved to pull her jeans again, this time without resistance and yanked them down to the middle of her thighs, followed swiftly by her underwear. Without permission from his captain, Killer slapped both his palms against her backside with a loud thwack, squeezing the milky flesh none too gently.
Behind her she heard Kidd whistle, her face burning as red as the captain's hair when Killer spread her cheeks apart and exposed her more delicate areas. Kidd twirled a metal finger and Nami was spun back to face the grinning man, "Aren't you having fun?" She bit her lip, staying quiet, and Killer dragged his fingers from her hips to the gap between her legs.
"No, please!" She begged helplessly, eyes brimming with tears.
"Make her squeal, Killer."
Without another word the second in command pushed between the folds of her sensitive flesh, fingers circling roughly against her dryness. He dipped his tips in and out rhythmically, before retracting his hand and sucking his fingers through the holes of his helmet, moistening them. She whimpered quietly when his cold digits found their way back inside her, digging deep and curling against her walls while his other hand pinched and fondled her nipples. Nami squeezed her eyes shut, refusing to look the demonic captain in the eyes as he sat lounging in his chair like a lazy cat, legs spread out wide and enjoying the view. Killer had slowly started to grind against her and she could feel his excitement growing through his jeans, rubbing roughly on her backside.
"Bring her here." Kidd pointed to his lap, spreading his legs even wider to accommodate her figure comfortably. Without warning Killer slammed his hips against her, knocking her forward forcefully into Kidd who laughed maniacally when she yelped, bracing herself with her hands on his thighs, face inches from his crotch. She cried out in surprise again when Killer took his place behind her, hands on her hips lifting her rear to rub against his groin. Nami tried in vain to push herself away from the captain's clothed erection, but his mechanical hand gripped her long auburn locks roughly and held her in place.
"If you even think about biting my dick I'll fucking eviscerate you. Understand, wench?"
He didn't bother to unbuckle his belts, instead pulling his erection out through his trousers with his other hand, letting it spring out in front of Nami's face. Kidd wasted no time in rubbing the head of his cock against her mouth, lips moist from the fallen tears she desperately tried to hold back. When she refused to open up, he gave a sharp tug on her hair and forced his way past her lips, filling her mouth completely. He wasn't particularly long; just under average perhaps in length, but his thickness was almost suffocating. She sucked as well as she was able given the circumstances, her teeth grazing lightly on the underside of his cock while his metal hand continued to pull her back and forth. Her discomfort only worsened when Killer, who had pulled himself free of his jeans without either of them noticing, slipped himself between her folds in one fluid motion, forcing her further onto Kidd's shaft.
"Fuck." Kidd groaned, head thrown back against his chair. "Do that again."
"Mmmph!"
Killer gave another rough pump of his hips and Nami almost choked, her eyes watering when Kidd's tip hit the back of her throat. Removing her grip from his thighs, she moved to grasp the base of his cock in both hands and took advantage of her shallow bobbing to breathe easier. She worked him up and down firmly, her face scrunched in disgust at the bitter taste when she swirled her tongue over his slit repeatedly.
She could hear Killer behind her, his panting echoing louder in his helmet as he pistoned faster inside of her, tan skin slapping against milky flesh. He was longer than his captain by a good few inches, filling her painfully when he pumped too hard. Nami gave a muffled cry when Kidd reached around with his normal hand to pinch and squeeze her breasts, revelling in the feeling of her throat closing around his member with a gruff moan. Noticing his captain's pleasure, Killer raised his hand and brought it back down onto Nami's rear sharply, repeating the motion until her body quivered and her skin burned bright pink.
"I can see why Mugiwara keeps you on his ship."
"Kidd.. I'm close.." He groaned, his thrusting becoming erratic.
"Good, it's my turn."
Killer removed himself from her quickly, gripping her hips and yanking her mouth off Kidd's cock with a loud pop. Nami coughed uncontrollably, spitting as much of the bitter taste as she could from her sore throat before being pulled back up onto her feet, spun around and then tossed ungracefully into Kidd's lap. His mechanical arm gripped her slim waist, pinching and catching her skin painfully before dragging her down forcefully onto his shaft.
"That feel good, kitten?"
"F-fuck you.. a-ah!"
He chuckled at the irony of her words, the sound rumbling so deep in his chest she felt it against her bare back. She shivered when he bit and licked a trail down her exposed neck and shoulder, lipstick staining her pale skin. He bounced her with his thighs watching intently as her breasts jiggled, face flushed and sweaty as she tried desperately to catch her breath. She could scarcely breathe, his thickness pounding into her relentlessly as he thumbed her clit in circular motions, her walls spasming around him in pleasure she refused show. Killer was in front of her now, one hand rhythmically pumping his slick cock while the other fondled her breasts. He was close now, his breath hitching whenever his fingers brushed against the sensitive head. He shuddered violently, his hand still pumping as he painted her chest with thick, hot spurts. She gasped when Kidd followed behind without warning, his pace never faltering during his release as he continued to pound himself inside her. "Fuck.." He fell back against his chair with a grunt, letting Nami drop from his lap without the support of his arm. She whimpered, bracing herself on her hands and knees as the captain's come dribbled down her thighs.
"Killer.." Kidd panted, resting his chin on his palm casually, cock hanging limp from his trousers. "..Get the den den mushi. Mugiwara will be wondering where his little navigator got to."
"Yes, captain."