A/N: This chapters is much harsher and graphic than the previous chapters.
Reader's discretion is advised.
I Will Control You, Forever
She didn't trust her. No matter what Luffy thought, no matter what bribes she offered, no matter what has happened; Nami didn't trust the black-haired Miss All Sunday AKA the Demon of Ohara, Nico Robin.
Did she really think she could just get on their boat and join them? Did she really think that such cheap trinkets would be enough to bribe the navigator? She took them, of course, but that didn't mean she trusted her. No, Nami still regarded their newest member as their enemy, hiding, and waiting for the best chance to strike.
But the redhead wasn't worried at all. After all, they defeated her once; they could easily do it again. Luffy, Zoro and Sanji were all amazing fighters and Nami allowed herself to admit that the rest of the crew, her included, wasn't half bad either. Nami wasn't worried about the presence of an enemy on their boat. She was eager about the fact.
It has already been several days since they set sail and her body ached for Vivi's gentle touch. The blue-haired girl was one of a kind. There wasn't anyone like her before and she was sure that there won't be anyone line that in the future either. For all eternity, the young princess will occupy the most precious spot in Nami's heart.
Yet, regardless of her feelings, her body was merciless. Maybe it was because she spent so many beautiful nights with Vivi, but her condition was worsening quicker than usual. She had to get her hands on a female - any would do - and fast. Luckily for her, there was a ripe one sleeping in the same room as her. It was just a matter of plucking her at the right time.
Nami chose the time when they docked at a small harbor to resupply. The whole crew, sans Robin and herself, were out shopping. The black-haired woman was leaning on the railing on the deck, reading a book. It was probably the best chance she was going to get, Nami thought. She approached the avid reader and told her to go to the girls' cabin to see something interesting. Her curiosity piqued, Nico Robin followed the short-haired girl into the cabin. Right after she entered, Nami slammed the door shut and locked them before pulling a curtain over the small window. The room was now lit only by the three oil lamps the navigator placed there before.
"What is the meaning of this?" Robin asked calmly, raising her eyebrow in suspicion.
"If you wish to stay on this boat, you'll have to fulfill one condition of mine. I'm sure you have noticed I can control our stupid captain rather easily, so you can be sure I will go through with it," Nami threatened. Blackmail was one of her specialties and more often than not, it proved to be a very useful tool, exploiting people's fears and secrets.
The older woman frowned but her voice remained calm and composed when she spoke.
"What is this condition?" she asked, going straight to the point.
Nami decided not to beat around the bush either.
"You will surrender your body to me, at any time I please, to do whatever I please," the navigator blurted out, awaiting the other woman's reaction.
There was a period of silence as Robin thought the offer over. Finally, she reached her decision and giggled.
"I refuse," she said with a smirk.
"Wha-" Nami shouted but her mouth was suddenly covered by a hand, which, as Nami shockingly realized, was growing out of her shoulder.
"You will surrender your body to me," Nico Robin said and a cruel grin appeared on her face.
Nami was caught completely in surprise. She hadn't expected such a reaction, much less the devious attack. Before she could move in any way, more arms sprouted all over her body, grabbing her tightly and immobilizing her. Even more arms grew from the ground below her and held her legs in place with steel-like strength. She screamed in panic but all that came out was a quiet, muffled sound. Her body was held tightly, as if she was a wrapped mummy and she couldn't budge her arms even an inch.
The voluptuous woman chuckled at the sight and slowly walked towards the captive girl, enjoying every second if the sight. She leaned to the redhead's ear and whispered.
"I'm in control now. Your whole body belongs to me and I will do whatever I want with it."
With amusement, she watched fear and horror reflect in the navigator's eyes. Doubtlessly, she was afraid that she might die. Robin could feel the girl was trembling, although she was held too tightly for it to be noticeable. True enough, it would be laughably easy for the devil user to snap the girl's spine and kill her on the spot, but luckily for Nami, her captor had no such intentions.
Suddenly, the orange-haired gal felt something cold touch the skin of her breasts, causing her to yelp in surprise, but, just like before, the sound came out muffled. The experienced seductress easily recognized the sensation on her own body. A pair of hands appeared under her shirt, fondling her breasts wildly. The redhead felt blood rush in her cheeks as she became more and more aroused. Her mind was telling her to fight but her body just wanted to relax and enjoy the sensation. Robin's fingers flicked and rolled the navigator's tender nipples until they were hard and bulging through the girl's t-shirt - Nami didn't like wearing bras as they usually crushed her chest unpleasantly.
However, that was only the overture and both of them knew that very well. Nami wondered what's going on when the black-haired devil placed her conjured hands directly on the front of the girl's bosom, but soon all became clear. Suppressed moans escaped from the hand covering the navigator's mouth as she squirmed in ecstasy over the new and unusual pleasure. Mouths have appeared on the palms of the hands and they wrapped their lips around the redhead's small buds, sucking and nibbling them. At the same time, the hands tugged and moved the short-haired girl's breasts around, causing the nipples to bounce unpredictably around in the mouths, producing an intense sensation that spread all through Nami's body.
Yet, despite how strong the sensation was, it wasn't enough to drive the nymph over the edge. She was panting and gasping heavily but she didn't come even close to a release. Just as she was getting used to the feelings and her mind was starting to function normally again, it happened.
At first, it was just a small tingling. She felt something little wiggle inside her but something didn't feel right. She didn't feel anything on her outer entrance, yet there was clearly something inserted deep inside. No, that wasn't it. With horror, Nami realized that it wasn't inserted in her, it appeared in her. She tried to flex her muscles to expulse the foreign body but it was useless. The sensation was new for Robin as well. She experimented in various ways over time, with many different women, but she never actually tried projecting a finger inside her partner. It felt strange but it was a pleasant kind of strange. Then, she got an idea.
Nami had no idea what happened but it ran over her like a tidal wave. She felt the thin thing inside rapidly expand and bulge, which by itself sent impulses of pleasure throughout her body, but when it started moving, she knew she was done for. The girl felt filled to the limit as she shook so violently that she broke the grip on a few arms that were holding her. However, Nami was long past the state of functionality. Her legs weren't supporting her weight anymore and were it not for the numerous and connected hands holding her, she would have crumpled to the floor. Her eyes rolled back in her head and her mind filled with a white void. The feelings were so intense she was barely able to breathe, half-gasping for air, half-moaning in pleasure.
It worked much better than the Demon of Ohara expected. Although it was taxing and required great concentration on her part, the idea proved to be a huge success. She used her powers to duplicate her tongue all around her finger and then created more tongues on those that already existed until she felt she has filled the captive girl sufficiently. The reaction was overwhelming, much more than she thought it'd be. Well then, what would happen if she twisted it a bit...?
Nami let out a huge scream inside the hand as her insides spun around, her body exploding in an orgasmic wave of pleasure. She has reached the climax, overcame it and continued way beyond it. She entered a state between unconsciousness and utter bliss. Her shorts soaked completely wet with her juices almost immediately and, when the arms holding her disappeared, she fell down to the floor, creating a not-so-small puddle below her. Over and over, her body twitched and shook, sending waves upon waves of pleasure in her body. It took over ten minutes for Nami's body to stop convulsing and her mind return to her.
For the whole time, Nico Robin was watching her handiwork, amused and intrigued at the same time. She has explored a woman's body in ways others will never be able to but this was her first time seeing something like that. It was exciting and the black-haired seductress had to admit it made her quite horny herself. She rubbed herself through her pants over the navigator's quivering body and allowed herself a small, quiet orgasm. It was short and sweet, just like always.
Somehow, her stubborn pride and desire to maintain an image of cool and composed beauty caused her to hold back on her own pleasure, even though she went all out on the others. Her mind wandered back to her adventures in Alabasta when she still worked for Crocodile. There was no shortage of beautiful girls and women of all ages, some younger, some older; some more experiences, some more innocent; some willing, some resisting. In the end, they all succumbed to her, just like this one. Yet another conquest of the long-haired seductress.
But fate had a nasty surprise in store for Robin. She was so shrouded in her own thoughts and memories that she didn't notice at all when Nami finally came back to her senses. The navigator found herself lying on the floor, soaked and completely confused. Yet the confusion lasted only few seconds. Renewed by the touch of another woman, her mind was as brilliant as ever and she was quickly starting to make sense of things. Her memory was hazy since the time she felt something squirm inside her but it wasn't that hard to connect the dots. She carefully raised her head and looked at Robin, who was still deep in thought. Suddenly, a wave of rage dwelled up in the redhead's chest. The woman in front of her has humiliated her, took control from her and violated her without her consent. She raped her and stripped her of any dignity and the whole time, Nami was utterly helpless against the long-haired demon. It vexed the navigator immensely and she felt her vision redden with rage. Any discomfort and pain in her body disappeared and were replaced by pure adrenalin and desire to exact her revenge. All her mental barriers shattered and any morality she may have left has dissipated. She wanted to get back at her violator, no matter what the cost may be.
She lifted herself up slightly on her hands and knees, bending her back like a predator stalking its prey. By the time Nico Robin realized what was going on, Nami was already in the air, leaping towards the woman. The cartographer landed squarely on Robin's chest, knocking her down to the ground. The impact caught the archeologist unprepared and she crashed down, hitting her head hard on the wooden floor. The world spun around her and she couldn't focus her vision properly. Her dizzied mind was only vaguely aware of the fact that Nami has positioned herself over her body, looking directly in her face.
"I will ruin you for what you have done to me," the orange-haired girl said through gritted teeth and roughly jammed her hand in the woman's pants, and moments later, her panties.
For the first time in her life, Nami was touching another woman not with the desire to make her feel good, but with the desire to destroy her. There was no gentleness left in the girl's mind. There was no passion. There was no love. Mercilessly, she rammed two fingers inside the dazed woman, causing her to scream loudly in pain.
The sharp pain of having her opening forcefully stretched way past what she was used to cleared Nico Robin's head a little bit but her sacred place hurt so much that she couldn't focus properly and defend herself. Even her arms felt weak as she pointlessly pushed against the cartographer, who didn't move from her place. Despite having much more experience with woman than many people will have in their life time, the Demon of Ohara was still a virgin. She gave out pleasure in more than generous doses but never allowed anybody to touch her and the only time she did touch herself, it was only a gentle massage. Never did she try inserting anything inside her, fearing the unknown. Although she put on bravado in front of people, when it came to her body, she was still a timid little scared girl. And now, something was violently entering her body against her will, tearing her up.
Nami saw with satisfaction that the long-haired woman didn't like it at all, writhing in pain. Pressing a bit further, the tips of the redhead's fingers bumped into something that surprised her. Against all odds, her hymen was still intact. How she managed to get so vicious and wild while still remaining a virgin herself was something that baffled Nami greatly. Yet, as confused as she was, it didn't induce any pity or compassion. Her conscience has already left her and she no longer considered any consequences of her actions. If anything, it only made Nami happier to learn she will be able to inflict further pain and humiliation on the object of her tremendous hate.
Without any remorse, the orange-haired girl pulled her fingers a little bit, only to allow her room for two more, inserting a total of four fingers inside. Even though she had them deep only to their tips, the archeologist cried in pain, tears flowing down the sides of her face, and slammed her fists repeatedly into the navigator's body. However, the constant torment has left her weakened and her blows were less annoying than flies for the insane cartographer.
Strongly, Nami pushed her hand forward, slowly stretching the woman's incredibly tight opening. She felt tremendous pressure and resistance from all directions and it took all her strength just to force her fingers an inch deeper. The black-haired woman was crying loudly, her tears forming a small puddle below her head, and as the navigator pushed deeper, Robin let out inhuman shrieks and howls of agony. Never before did she wish to die so strongly like she did right now but there was no chance of that happening. The pain was excruciating and intense. She wished to lose consciousness but she was too aware of her torment for that to happen. She screamed and shouted as loud as she could, she kicked her legs and swung her arms around, she struggled to free herself, but none of that happened.
"P-Please. Stop," Robin said with great effort but it only served to provoke the navigator further.
"Shut up! You deserve this!" Nami said and quickly swung her other hand, slapping the woman hard across her face.
The impact shook Robin's vision and robbed her of the last ounces of strength she could have had. Immediately following this, the redhead leaned towards her and forcefully kissed her. The cartographer's tongue violently pried open the violated woman's lips and invaded her mouth, mercilessly exploring every nook and cranny. Somehow, the archeologist still had enough resistance left to try and push Nami's tongue out of her mouth using her own but it didn't occur to her to try and bite down.
It didn't hurt her physically, but it destroyed her emotionally. Robin was always the one who was in control; she was the one who dictated what was going to happen at what pace. And now, she was being violated in two ways at once, in addition to the unbearable physical pain. But Nami wasn't done as she pushed her fingers further down into the crying woman's body, fighting for every inch of progress.
Nami decided not to prolong it anymore. She placed her other hand on top of Robin's head, almost petting her, to add to the humiliation, and, more importantly, to have a leverage for what she was about to do. Pushing down the archeologists head, she shoved her other hand up with all the strength she had. She felt the woman underneath her squeal into her mouth and kick around wildly as the navigator overcame the last bit of resistance and pushed her fingers even deeper, where they encountered a thin barrier, but that soon gave in as well. She felt a warm liquid pour over her fingers as the black-haired woman violently trashed about, almost shaking Nami off. The redhead spread and wiggled her fingers around for a bit, which, much to her amusement, sent jolts of pain through the archeologist's body. After a while, Nami finally broke the kiss and, with one quick move, slid her fingers out of the woman's opening and, by extension, her panties and pants. With her mouth free, Robin let out a long, loud, ear-piercing shrill, that surely could not have been produced by human vocal chords, Nami thought. She looked at her hand, which glistened with bright red blood and smiled in satisfaction.
The once-proud archeologist curled into a fetal position, crying and sobbing. She let out a retching sound and emptied the contents of her stomach on the floor below her. She had nowhere near enough strength to stand and she couldn't do anything as her own stomach juices mixed with the pool of tears and soaked into her hair and clothing. She bawled like a little child, whose favorite toy was taken away. In a sense, her mind has reverted to a child-like state, a protective mechanism to avoid any further damage to the already shattered mind. Or perhaps she has always been a little helpless child, trying to mask it by being cool and level-headed.
Even in her pitiful state, the sight of the poor, broken and violated woman didn't produce any empathy in Nami. She felt a sense of satisfaction, a sense of self-righteous justice, however twisted it may have been. She grabbed a handful of the long silky black hair that wasn't dirtied by the mixture on the ground and used it to thoroughly wipe the blood from her hand.
"You're not in control. I am. You never were. Now, you will remember your place and from now on, you'll do exactly what I tell you. Without me, you're nothing. Every breath you take is only because of me, understand? Because I control you," she said coldly.
Leaving Robin shuddering and crying on the floor, she turned around and headed out to the closet to change her clothes, soaked with her own juices and, at some parts, little bloodied as well. As she did so, she spoke quietly, but loud enough for the weeping woman to hear.
"I will control you, forever."
