Ruin

Hello! Thank you to the reviewers for commenting! You've made my day :) Credits again to Hanzatsu Hime! Author of 100 Ways to Prove that I Love You. Thank you so much for your help in becoming my beta-ish? And taking the time to offer advise to make this story amazing!

DID ANYONE READ THE LATEST CHAPTER ON ONE PIECE?! IF NOT, YOU BETTER GET YOUR ASS OVER THERE AND READ. IT! I WILL NOT THROW ANY SPOILERS OUT BUT OH MY GOSH...ALL ABOARD THE F*CKING HYPE TRAIN!

I've always thought that Ussop and Chopper simply DO NOT have ENOUGH BATTLE SCENES! So I decided to let them star in this chapter! I hope I've kept them in character!

TRIGGER WARNING!:I've written a scene that involves sensitive topics such as rape and I want to warn those who are sensitive to this topic to avoid this chapter. I will leave an explanation of what has transpired in this chapter in my next update. So please if you are easily affected by these topics please avoid reading this chapter. Granted that this is my first time detailing such a scene, you might not feel much needless to say, YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED.

Other than that, here's the next Chapter!

Ehh? How did he get himself back in the cage?

Zoro blinked for a span of two seconds before he shrugged and set at a jog down a narrow alley; the birdcage must've somehow moved and gotten lost.

As he ran, his mind flipped through a couple of blurred files before it regurgitated a faint memory of Ussop recounting how they found Nami and drawing some sort of map with a pencil. Through a mess of angry and hurriedly brushed-off tears, the shooter managed to sketch a detailed image of a blue-shingled building in Acacia with some sort of circus-inspired cap on the roof…or was it two caps? To the crew's surprise and rage, the structure was seated near Doflamingo's palace which to the Strawhat's first mate was one of the most ridiculous structures he had ever seen.

When the crew's doctor and sniper were sent out to look for their navigator, they had originally poked their heads –and noses – into a few shops which, according to Chopper, Nami had recently visited. After a straight 30 minutes of looking, a massive, black cloud had raised a mere hundred yards from where they were and for a split second, the area was bathe in a brilliant light of what could only be Nami's thunderbolt tempo.

When the dust cleared, Chopper's keen ears caught an ear-piercing shriek that struck the air only to be cut off followed immediately by a rowdy roar of triumph. With Ussop on the doctor's back, the duo took to the roofs, Chopper's lithe body nimbly flying over the structures before he skittered to a stop a few feet from the scene.

"Nami!"

In front of the duo eyes was the Strawhat's navigator fighting with all her might against a group of Dressrosa's rugged band of palace securities. Although several bodies lay unconscious around the flame-haired woman, more seem to appear and converge against her. It took three of them to wrestle away her clima-tact while four more had their hands all over her upper torso and the rest had their mouths over her lower limbs. To the youngest crewmate's horror, they had already ripped away the few pieces of clothing that covered her intimacy and were shrugging off their own uniforms,

"It's been awhile since we've had the opportunity to sample a woman," they were all smiling that sickening smile with the intention of doing everything and anything they wanted to her.

If anything, the expression of the navigator's face was just…beautiful. In this kind of situation, a woman would have simply cowered and whimpered in fear. Nami however, demonstrate to the male sex that she wasn't just any woman. Instead, she gave a toss of her flame-colored hair, lifted her chin and faced the men with a mad gleam in her eyes and a wicked snarl on her lips,

"That will you cost two million berries you bastards," she hissed and bared her teeth, "you ripped my favorite top and bottom which I bought for two hundred and thirty belis NOT including tax and messed up my hair that I just got cut for a hundred and ten belis," she gave them a disdainful sniff, "add that up with my one hundred and ten percent interest and that would cost you more than what your pathetic lives are worth."

A man with a knife slash down the side of his jaw stepped up and fisted her hair, jerking her head back as he pushed his bulbous nose to her,

"What do you mean we owe you b*tch?" the sickening humor was gone from his face as he yanked harder making her cry out in pain, "listen up and listen well, we own you now," he gave her hair a final tug before he stepped back and unfastened his belt, "now be a good little b*tch and get on your knees."

The duo was done watching, with a ground-shaking roar, Chopper's tiny frame rippled as his body engorged and enlarged into a heavily muscled beast; his eyes burned a menacing red as he dove down from the roof and gave a mighty lunge at the group of men. The fur along his arm swelled and hardened as his fists smashed against flesh, his expression twisted into some sort of dark grin at the sound of bone snapping. The doctor wasn't going to shy away from the bloodshed; he had become a monster intent on protecting those he considered precious, and he was more than happy to roar it to the skies, loud and proud. A scream broke out from the soldiers and they gave a mad scramble for their weapons only to be shot into the air by an array of bamboo shoots,

"Midori Boshi Take Jave-rin!" came the rallying cry as Ussop shot toward the small cluster; his fingers gripped the thick string of his slingshot as he struck again and again. He spun and slammed the butt of his staff into the soft flesh of a soldier before ducking to allow his partner leapt over him to engage with another opponent. The ship's doctor was practically vibrating in rage; it was the first time the teenager had seen an attempted rape, but to see it happen to one of his precious nakama…Chopper released another roar and leapt toward his nakama only to have three blunt ends of a gun ram the back of his head and he stumbled with a howl,

"Chopper!" Ussop yelled as he fired off another round of his beloved pop greens before he scrambled toward his companion.

"I'm fine!" the doctor shook himself and morphed his body into the long and powerful legs of a reindeer stabilized with thick, hardened horns as he charged forward.

"DROP YOUR WEAPONS OR I'LL F*CKEN SHOOT HER!" it was the deadly control in the soldier with the knife wound's voice that gave the youngest crewmate a pause. Chopper, lowered his horns to access the guard who held his friend captive; the man wasn't joking, he decided, he was really going to pull the trigger if he moved. The doctor glared at the guard between bared teeth,

"Return our nakama!" he shouted as the man became bolder and took another step forward dragging the navigator with him. He had a gun pushed tight against her temple while three others had their own arsenals trained at her body. He gestured at Chopper's form and Ussop's slingshot,

"You want her? Then you do what I say," he snarled and pressed the gun tighter on her head, "drop your weapons." With a curse, Ussop allowed his slingshot to fall at his feet and the reindeer let out a hiss as he reverted to his original form.

The guard smirked,

"Now that wasn't so hard was it?" he flicked his wrist and a new set of sentries rushed forward immediately cuffing the reindeer and shoving the duo to their knees, "good thing I called for back-up."

"O-oi! Let me go!" Ussop found his shoulders pinned by two pairs of hands; the third shoved his head to the ground, his cheeks scraping the dirt.

"Get off me!" Chopper shouted as he was forced to his knees, his arms and horns were held in a tight grasp as he thrashed and bucked till the smooth barrel of a gun forced him to freeze.

The scar on the man's cheek seem to gleam in perverse delight as he slid the gun against the navigators' jaw, "I enjoy a little voyeurism so I won't mind if your little friends want to watch," his fingers bit into the soft flesh of her cheek as he wretched her face up, "you cost me quite a bit of trouble young lady," he clicked his tongue as the navigator pushed her face closer only to spit,

"Let them go," her body was stiff, tension rolled off her shoulders in waves as she glared up at the man with nothing but utter disgust, "you want me? Then pay up and release them." She cast a quick glance at the duo and nonchalantly shrugged, "they don't have anything to do with this."

Captain of the Donquixote Guardia, Commander Serg shook the red haze from his eyes as he inspected her face; this woman had given him a pause, why wasn't she crying? He had hoped to hear the woman scream and beg for mercy but the female in his hands didn't even flinch. Her head was tilted up as she proudly stared him down, defiant in every sense of the word. The commander allowed his eyes to trail down the smooth column of her throat, to the tips of her full breasts and south to the soft thatch of hair between her thighs. He flicked his eyes to the remaining guards and almost felt sorry for her. Doflamingo was a ruthless tyrant; he didn't accept anything but perfect, anything less resulted in a horrific beating and expulsion from the organization. Doflamingo had for whatever reason, placed restrictions on any sexual activity among his men. Because of this, his handpicked men were all unmarried and sexually active.

The Donquixote Guardia was a small group of highly trained elites that served to protect the members of the Donquixote Family. Their methods of training were so brutal and intense that death from exhaustion wasn't a surprise. However, after four years of grueling conditioning without anything to take the edge off their sexual appetite, a male's libido can only withhold the strain from blue-balls for so long. The Donquixote Family had stressed that abstaining from sex allows the individual's willpower to strengthen and flourish, but Serg highly doubted that the Donquixote Family abided by this principal saved for maybe Lao G. Looking at his men, he saw the strained hunger in their eyes and knew they were at the end of their rope; the men needed a woman's body, and this one would have do. Serg closed his eyes for a brief second as he pulled the flame-haired woman to her feet and pushed his nose into her hair as he inhaled. He pulled back to look at her and was met with a set of flashing russet orbs clouded in fury. She was shaking, he realized as he steeled himself for the crime he and his men were about to commit; the woman was indeed brave.

Commander Rafael Serg felt the red haze that he had fought begin to rise again as he schooled his features and sucked in a quick breath before the red haze took him. The Red Haze was the terminology he and his men had created for the intense need to have sex that would occasionally come upon them. Their eyes would literally be glazed over as if they were blind and they would sometimes pass out from fighting the Haze. Once the Haze passed over, the men woke up with no recollection of what they had done, which was a respite for those who were ashamed to admit that they've given in to the Haze. During this phase most of the men locked themselves in their quarters to relieve the pain and others took to using each other for relief.

Now that there was a woman in their grasps, there was nothing to stop them from the Red Haze now clouding their eyes; all they needed was the go from their leader and they would be on her like vultures on a carcass.

Rafael Serg allowed his fingers to trail once more over the long fiery locks of her hair before he abruptly dropped his hand and spun the navigator around shoving her to her knees.

"Hands and knees," he growled as loud buzzing filled his ears and the dreaded Red Haze floated over his eyes as the Commander gave up his body to the Haze.

Nami's teeth automatically clenched as the man shoved her body to the ground, his hands grasped her hips, giving it a rough caress before he drew back his hand and brought the flat of his hand onto her ass.

"Scream b*tch," came the growl and she gritted her teeth and took it in silence; she would not scream, even if they beat and kicked her, not a sound would come from her lips.

"The b*tch isn't screaming, lemme help ya," the navigator felt her teeth grind against each other when her bottom was punished with a flurry of hard smacks that echoed in the dark corners of Dressrosa. At the immediate flash of pain, she wanted to curl up into a ball and wail. Her lower torso was throbbing by the time they grew tired of hitting her. Two pairs of hands wrapped themselves along her hair, her long, long hair and gave a hard yank, forcing her head back.

Do. Not. Cry.

That was impossible, her head screamed in pain and a wave of tears clouded over her eyes before she sucked her lower lip between her teeth. A heavy body practically fell on top of her and Nami choked, her throat worked furiously as she struggled not to let a sound escape.

Do. Not. Scream.

Their hands attached themselves to her breasts, fingertips rolling and pinching at her nipples with such violent vigor she had no doubt that it would leave a mark. Nami fought to keep her expression neutral when they began to slide their mouths over her breasts, fought to keep her emotions from overwhelming her as she watched their throats convulse as their teeth bit into her tender flesh,

"This one's tough Captain, I wonder how long will it take will we break her," Nami forced herself not to turn away from the two cocks thrusted in her face. The one closest to her shoved himself against her cheek, the tip prodded her skin, his seed already leaking from the tip smearing it onto her cheek,

"Suck it b*tch," for a brief second, the navigator debated the possibility of escaping her fate before her jaw was forcefully wretched open and she gagged as the man shoved his cock into her mouth, his hands grasped the back of her head as he pumped himself into her mouth.

Everything burned, her eyes watered as her throat tried to reject him. Her lungs screamed for air and she was force to breathe through her nose.

Do. Not –

Nami let out a warbled screamed as the Captain of the group pulled open her thighs and plunged into her. The idea of him inside her switched her body on flight mode. She began to thrash against the hands gripping her body, her mouth stayed resolutely shut as she continued to fight him. The commander have a harsh grunt of displeasure before his hand struck her cheek and she froze, her lungs burning from the massive effort it took not to burst into tears. He grunted and slid beneath her body forcing his way between her thighs. This time, the navigator couldn't hold back a sharp cry as the man hammered into her, his hipbones smashed against hers bringing a fresh wave of tears in her eyes. She felt a few men withdraw their bruising grip on her and nearly collapsed in relief.

What if the rest of the crew saw her like this? Nami winced at the thought. Luffy would tear the entire city apart with this bare hands, Sanji, the lovesick cook would burn with so much rage that he'd obliterate everything in his path. Robin - Nami shuddered as a guard pushed his member into her body – the beautiful archeologist would be one of the calmest although her pierce eyes said otherwise as she twisted the necks of her opponents with calm efficiency. Franky and Brooke would be a tank, ripping a path of death and destruction. They'd wipe the last vestiges of the city and turn it to nothing but rubble.

And…Zoro, her breath hitched and her chin began to tremble, dark brown eyes glistening with unshed tears. Would he even be able to look at her the same way? Will her defilement turn him away from her? The revelation struck her with the force of a boulder; he'd never see her as the strong-willed woman who fought with him for two years. Instead, he'd see the broken shell of her. He'd treat her like some porcelain doll; handle her as if she would break any second.

"Com'on b*tch take it! Take it like the whore you are!" Nami felt her body give a last shudder before it gave in to the invasion, taking it to prevent any more damage. The Captain had released her from his assault, his seed mixed with the other guard's essences as they spilled onto the cobbled stone. Groans of pleasure filled the air as each of the men reached their peak before they collapsed around her in exhaustion. Between bleary eyes, she saw something red recede from each of their faces and the excruciating throbbing returned twofold.

This was a living nightmare, she closed her eyes when she heard Chopper scream and her head was suddenly pushed into the open. At her name, her head automatically turned to the sound and she saw her nakama kneeling on the ground, staring at straight at her, raging fury in their eyes as they were forced to watch.

This was wrong, Chopper was too young to see this. A measure of strength welled in her aching body and Nami tucked her bottom lip back into her mouth, biting down with renewed vengeance; for her nakama, she would not scream, for her nakama…

She would do anything.

She would be strong, even as her betraying tears fell down her face, she would be strong.

"Why won't you cry some more b*tch? Huh? What will it take to make you cry some more?" her head was grabbed once more, thick fingers squeezing, branding into her scalp and she felt the ground rush toward her as her cheek smashed onto the ground.

I. Am. Strong.

Her head was airborne for a second before the hand smacked her face down once more. Her teeth dug into her lower lip, biting, biting so hard until she broke skin. Blood ran free down her chin, dripping into the ground as her face slapped against the ground, pulling back only to have her face streaked with a mixture of blood and dirt.

I. Must. Be. Strong. Chopper's cries reverberated in her ears, pushing past the moans surrounding her as the men shoved her body to the ground, her thighs were pushed open and four fingers forced themselves into her body, grunting with sickening pleasure as they fingered her. Nami shut her eyes as she took in another soldier's cock, her stomach churned and threatened to purge. The tears streaming down the youngest crew member's face had her fighting now to burst into a fit of tears; the little boy needed to see her strong, her precious nakama needed the reassurance that she could go through the ordeal with her head held high.

Nami allowed her gaze to linger onto the doctors before she closed her eyes when a hand grabbed her shoulder pulling her back in. Because of them, she would go through hell and back to protect them. They had fought for her and alongside her when she needed help. They were always there when she needed them most. While the term 'weak trio' had a negative connotation, it was a dear word to her. To her, it was a promise of unbreakable friendship.

I. Must….there was a hoarse yell and something fell a few inches from her face before it exploded into a cloud of gas,

"Ussop…" was her last thought before her eyes slipped shut and she knew no more.

"CHOPPER DON'T LOOK!" The reindeer could barely hear Ussop's yelling over the buzzing in his ears as he watched in traumatized horror as the rest of the soldiers fell on Nami. Beside him, Ussop began fighting against his captive and he was aware of the sniper struggling to free his arms,

"FOR GODSAKE COVER HIS EYES! HE'S ONLY A KID!" Ussop's shout wretched the doctor from his haze as he gazed at the men in front of him with helpless fury.

Two men grabbed her from behind, pulling her body to them as they pounded her from behind. Three got on their knees to watch, their hands roaming and groping, mouths laving over her pale skin while someone had her face wretched toward his…

"NAMIIIIIIII!" he began to cry, screaming as thick tears rolled down his fur-covered cheeks. Chopper kicked at the man restraining his arms and only to sag back to the ground; the sea stone cuffs were weighing on him. In the midst of the tumble of naked arms and legs, he saw his nakama's head thrust out from the group, her head automatically rolled to face him and he was shocked to see her expression turn to stone. Stray tears seeped down her cheeks, flashing shining brown eyes blazing in pain and dull anger. She had her bottom lip between her teeth, biting so that she wouldn't make a sound.

The commander of the group had his large body beneath her, his hips jerked and there were several loud groans as they came. The smell of sweat burned his nose and stung his eyes as a wave of nausea overwhelmed his senses. Grunts and moans filled the air and he felt the man holding him prisoner tremble…

Chopper watched as Nami's long hair give a jerk and she was yanked back into the group only to appear again as one of the men roughly pushed her cheek to the dirt. Chopper screeched again when he saw her open her mouth and bite down on her lip.

"STOP IT!" he thrashed again when he saw blood dribble down her chin as she bit down even harder, her eyes squeezed shut as her head was lifted and smashed to the ground again. There was a scuffle next to him followed by a choked cry as Ussop managed to free his arms and lash his foot to the man's crotch.

"Chopper!" Ussop ducked past the guard's swing and snatched his slingshot from the floor jabbing the end on the man's vitals. Within seconds, the sniper had the keys in his hands and was already unlocking the doctor's cuffs, pushing the reindeer to a stand. Chopper stumbled forward and toppled over to throw up.

"BAKUSUI BOSHI!" a pellet flew in the air toward the group of guards and exploded into a spread of gas that immediately had the men crumbling to their knees. "Come on Chopper! We need to get Nami!" The doctor was still heaving as he sucked in another breath before giving a wobbly nod of his head. Another tremble and the devil fruit user altered his body into his human form. Holding their breath, they dove into the gas-filled area, staggering back when they found her.

Nami was tangled in a mass of limbs as the duo drag the limp arms and legs out of their way before carefully, tenderly lifting her and cradling her into Chopper's large body. Without another word, they turned and ran only pausing so that Ussop could grab the navigator's Clima-Tact. Their feet slapped the flat stones as they continued to run before they turned into a deserted alley and stopped,

"Hold on, she needs something to cover her up," Ussop quickly unstrapped his shoulder-belt and pulled off his shirt, cautiously maneuvering Nami's arms so that he could settle his shirt over her body. Nausea threatened to rise and Ussop turned and pressed his forehead against the wall to breathe.

"U-us-sop-p-u…i-i-i-i-i-is N-nam-mi g-g-g-g-g-o-o-o-oing-g t-to b-b-e o-ok-kay-y?" The sniper swallowed his own tears before looking up into the miserable tears of the fifteen year old who was holding onto the navigator like his life depended on it.

"I don't know Chopper," he said softly, his hand reached out to touch Nami's bruised arm, "I don't know." Tears pricked his eyes and his throat burned as the sniper swiped at his eyes and turned…

"Ussop?" the faint whisper of his name sounded like the blare of a foghorn and the man spun around with a yell and his eyes bugged out when he saw Nami open her eyes and blink,

"NAMIIIII!" it was a thundering cry of relief and joy as the duo lowered their heads to greet her. Chopper was a mess of tears and snot dripping from his nose and Ussop had a hard time fighting the onslaught of tears tumbling down his cheeks,

"N-need, Clima…" her arm went up only to fall in faint as the navigator's head lolled against the doctor's arm,

"You're looking for your Clima-Tact? It's right here," the sniper quickly pulled out his crewmates' beloved weapon of choice and gently folded her hands over the staff. He watched as Nami gripped her staff, pulling it slightly towards her body before she gave him a weak smile and a mouth of thanks.

Ussop marched toward the ship, his mouth set in a firm line and he clenched his teeth when the tears began to flow as he followed Chopper up the ramp and into the Sunny; once Nami was in the ship, the Strawhats would have their revenge, and there wasn't a bone in his body that wasn't ready to go back and tear her enemies apart. The duo had retreated once, now they're coming back, and this time…

They're coming back with reinforcements.

"Rest Nami. My eight thousand men…no…my crewmates and i…we'll take care of this."

(A/N): Thank you so much for reading guys!

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