Dirty Money
The Pirate Who Likes Kittens
On one side, the market displayed the fruits and vegetables of the island and other little odds and ends. Here there was a stall full of tomatoes, and next there was even a stall with kitchen utensils to slice and dice said vegetables. On the other side, flesh reigned. One stall displayed fine, young males - very useful for hard labor or for any young debutante who wanted to be pleased. Deeper in for so called modesty, females were stripped down in front of drooling men who groped and prodded.
Nami shivered as she watched the men who passed by. They had thrown her into a net naked, and she was currently hanging beside a few other women. It wasn't her favorite way to steal money, but sometimes the score was huge. Once, she had even stolen the money they had paid for her.
Several men passed by to leer at them, but Nami just continued to pretend to cower away. The shivering was real though - it was getting too cold to do this all day long.
"Mm, what cute nipples." Nami looked up in surprise, seeing a young man her age peering in at her. She felt pink tinge her cheeks. The youth in a straw hat turned to his green haired companion, "Aren't they cute?"
"I'm not sure I'd call them cute," he said, raising an eyebrow. "She's got huge tits though." When he crossed his arms, Nami noticed the slave armband on his forearm.
Nami ran her fingers over her own arm to her own slave band, and cringed away from them as best she could. Keeping up appearances was important. He didn't look to be particularly rich, however.
The black haired slave master seemed to consider her before he called over to the peddler, "Oi! Is touching all right?"
"Go ahead! No genitals or leaving marks of any kind!" The man simply came over to watch with a grin, doing nothing as the young man reached inside of the net with both hands.
Nami unsuccessfully attempted to lean away from his grasp, but, hanging there, she had nowhere to go. His fingers pinched onto her nipples, and held tight. Her eyes bulged wide, feeling the odd pleasure course through her. She had been groped and fondled before, so why was this boy's fingers doing this to her? The concentrated focus of pinching only her nipples was causing more ecstasy than anything else any other idiot had tried. As he slowly started to pull, she felt a high pitched keening try to escape her throat.
"Oh, she likes it," he grinned, gently twisting the nubs in his fingers, and she couldn't stop the soft cry.
Her cheeks burned in hot shame, eyes looking back and forth around the market as if for aid. Nami's mind raced for ideas of how to get him to stop. As she tried to shift closer to make the pull not arouse her further, the peddler laughed, "Sluts are all the same."
The young man stopped so suddenly, Nami felt as if she had lost balance. She clung to the rope as she pressed her legs together, shock going through her as she realized that her labia was soaked through.
He smiled a heartbeat longer up at her before he turned to the peddler, "She's fun, but I was actually looking to buy a navigator."
Nami's head jerked up, forgetting herself, but the peddler didn't seem to notice, "Those are harder to find than fine female flesh, but I have one inside."
"Are they healthy?" The young man's eyes flickered to Nami for an instant, and abruptly she understood the glance. He had seen her slip. He had known it for what it was.
He knew that she was not just female flesh.
"He's older, but nothing wrong. He's been on the seas for forty years, and has done almost every job you can do on a ship." The peddler waved him inside of the tent, and the young man and his green haired slave followed.
Nami hugged around her breasts tightly, shuddering as she waited. That man wasn't going to get the navigator inside. He was going to come back for her.
As she pressed her hot face into her knees, she tried to concentrate on calming down, and making a plan. The slave looked tough, so she would have to make sure that either he was asleep or at least wasn't going to be ordered to guard over her.
The young man ...
Nami's cheeks warmed again, but she kept it under control. He had simply surprised her. He wouldn't do it again. She couldn't let it happen again. Besides if he had figured out that she had talents as a navigator, then perhaps he wouldn't be interested in trying to touch her just yet.
The peddler eventually came out with the two, and the young man grinned widely as they shook hands, "Thanks! I can wait on a navigator for now. We'll be safe without one until we head for the Grand Line anyway."
"Can't pass up on a slave that loves what you do to her, huh? Fahaha!" The peddler slapped his shoulder conspiratorially, and winked. "Like we signed, go ahead, and take the net too."
Nami blinked. The what too?
"Zoro, let's take her to the ship," he grinned up at her before waving to the peddler, "Thanks again!"
"Pleasure doing business!" The man smarmed, rubbing his hands together.
Nami squeaked quietly as she was lowered down, and she and the net were tossed behind Zoro's shoulders.
"Don't scare her," he said, reaching in to tweak one of her nipples. Her gasp seemed to make his smile wider, but he released her to toss his coat over her naked body. "I gotta get her ready."
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Nami squinted as he finally took the coat off of her in the net. The room he had hung her new prison up in looked to be a plain captain's quarters. She had felt the swaying of the ship when they boarded. In the corner was a desk with a chest beside it, and opposite the door was a large bed. She hung in the corner across from the desk.
Her eyes darted to the chest before she could help herself. Standing before her was her new young master, however, and he only grinned deeper.
"So that's it."
Nami began to pale.
He pulled her net over, and her breath quickened. She clutched at the rope for support while one arm tried to stay crossed over her bare pussy protectively. Licking her lips nervously, she said, actually hoping to distract him from thinking she was going to rob him, "What are you going to do to me?"
Smirking, he reached in to pull on her nipple, "Tell me your name."
Moaning in surprise, she squirmed, her free hand darting up to grab his wrist, "No!"
"Weird name," he mused, licking his lips as his fingers twisted the nipple. "Maybe you need a new one ..."
Panicking, she blurted out, "Nami! It's Nami!"
"Mmm, Nami," he said slowly as if tasting it. His eyes looked down, and he smiled, "If you like it that much, should I play with the other one?"
She looked down in some confusion, blushing when she realized she had only grabbed his wrist to keep it there. Suddenly, his other hand came in to flick the other teat, "Aah!"
"You're so sensitive," he moaned, "It's a shame though."
"Haah ... hah?"
"I have to keep you up in this net to keep you from escaping."
Her eyes widened, gaping at him before she cried out as he tugged on her nipples. She breathed out, "No - no, I wouldn't!"
"No, you won't," he said. "I'll make sure you never want to leave."
Breathing harder, Nami stared, "Please, I won't escape! I - I can't! I'm too scared!" She felt like she was rambling, but it was hard to think for some reason. That lie had been terrible. His fingers pulling and wringing on just her nipples were sending hot shocks throughout her body.
"Mmn, Nami ... you like having your nipples played with, huh?"
The change in subject, however slight, made it feel like he was giving her whiplash. She moaned, "Nno!"
He licked his lips, "That so? Maybe I should stop."
She whimpered as he immediately ceased, taking his hands away. Her jaw dropped, staring as he turned away to head to his desk. Nami flushed deeper, covering her face as she realized that she had wanted him to keep going.
When she peeked out at him, she bit her lip when she saw him glance back at her with a confident grin.
She was in deep, deep trouble.
And for once, she had no way out.
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Nami shifted uncomfortably in her net prison, wiping dried crust from her eyes. The ropes had dug into her skin that night, often waking her, and making her turn over to find a different position.
She looked sourly over at the young man sleeping soundly in his bed.
With a sigh, Nami moved once more. She muttered, "You know, they let us out of these stupid nets to sleep ..."
"I'm training you," he said sleepily, not moving from his spot on the bed.
Groaning, she shifted again. It was becoming more difficult to stay hanging in one position, "I'm not a dog in a kennel."
Chuckling, he sat up slowly to peer up at her, "Dogs obey their masters."
The flush across her cheeks made her angry, but that simply caused her to become redder. "I'm not a dog!"
"That's why you're more fun," he said, drawing the blanket off of his lap to reveal his rock hard shaft.
Nami looked away quickly, even knowing that he was trying to make her more flustered. Why was it so easy for him?
She was usually more composed.
"If you want to lie at the foot of my bed, then ... let's see," he smiled roguishly, running a hand through his messy, black hair. "Call me master."
She bit her tongue, feeling hotter, "Why would I ever?!"
He laughed, and, out of the corner of her eyes, Nami could see his hand start stroking his member. "You'll want to know what to scream."
Darker, Nami turned to scowl at him, trying to ignore his swollen cock. Except when her eyes inadvertently darted down to look, she couldn't stop staring. His hand was slowly pulling, and stretching his cock longer. She gasped, "What is that?!"
Standing up, he came over to the net, and reached in to pull her head down where it was even with his hips, "I'm a rubber man. I can stretch it out to any length."
Her eyes were glued to the throbbing tip, and she bit her lip to stop it quivering. What was wrong with her?!
He had only stretched it out a few inches longer, but it looked glorious.
"You need a bath, don't you?" His hand slowly stroked up and down the long shaft and her eyes could not help but follow.
"I ... yes," she whispered, shame enveloping her as she enjoyed the show. When his hand reached in to tug a nipple, she couldn't stop the moan. His cock was still extending bit by bit, and she opened her mouth to suck onto the hard tip.
His pleased moan made her shiver, and she began bobbing her head over what she could get into her mouth. He grunted as he pinched and pulled onto her nipples, "Oh, you don't want a bath yet?"
Eyes widening, she pulled her mouth off of his cock, gasping for air, "Wait, no!"
"Oh," he licked his lips as he released her teats.
"Wait - I-!" Nami struggled to clamp her mouth shut, visibly shaking as she attempted to keep herself from asking for more.
Grinning, he called to the door, "Zoro! Come get her down! We're taking a bath!"
Her entire face burned. She groaned as she pressed her hands to her cheeks in an attempt to cool them off, but it only got worse as the slave came inside.
When the net loosened, Nami nearly collapsed against the man who called himself her master. His strong arms enveloped her body, and pressed her against him anyway. As she looked up, the devious glint in his eyes made her entire body tremble.
He leaned down just slightly, whispering as he squeezed her tighter, "Do you need me ... to warm you up?"
She managed to stop her whimper, but she clutched his forearms tightly as her face turned aside. What's wrong with me? I can't think straight! I need to get out of here! Screw the treasure!
His lips touched her ear, and she melted, "What's wrong? You can't stop shaking."
Tears filled her eyes in frustration. Her body was a thrumming mess, her nipples pricking against his hard, slick chest.
Abruptly, she was up in the air, and she gasped as her arms wrapped around his neck. He had whisked her up into his arms, carrying her like a new bride. She felt the air leave her lungs as he began kissing down her throat, making her crane back, which only gave him more chances for more wet kisses.
"Aah ..." Nami cried, fingers digging into his back as she felt his tongue slide up her neck to thrust into her ear. "No, that's - I'm not shaking!" She whimpered, realizing that she had corrected herself in a way that he wouldn't stop. She hated it when he stopped.
His tongue curled around her ear before he chuckled, "Oh? Then I should make you shake."
His arms shifted so that one hand was free to fondle a teat. She hissed, indeed starting to tremble anew, "Wait, I - I can't think!"
"Then don't," he said before leaning down to ravage her lips with his mouth.
Dazed, when Nami came up for air, she heard water running in a tub behind her. She looked back at it as she breathed hard. His slave was testing the water with a hand, adjusting the temperature as needed.
She couldn't remember either of them moving. Her teased nipple felt sore, but good as he flicked it mercilessly.
Why does it feel so good? Nami arched to his hand, moaning.
"Because you're accepting what you are," she gasped, looking up at him in surprise. Nami hadn't realized that she had spoken aloud.
"What ..." she licked her lips, afraid to ask, "am I?"
He lightly grazed his fingertips around her nipple then, not touching it as her moan grew deeper from the new sensation. As her eyelashes fluttered, his face filled her teary eyes, "Mine."
Nami whimpered, sense barely returning to her as she barely managed to force out, "No! I'm not!"
"Zoro," he ignored her, looking at his slave, "get the leash. She needs to learn to call me master."
The slave left the bathroom then with a shrug.
"No, please!"
When he stopped fondling her nipple as she knew he would, Nami tried to leverage herself out of his arms.
However as soon as her feet touched the bathroom tile, the young man spun her to press her over the tub's side, "And the cuffs! She needs to get rid of some of this energy."
Nami squealed as she felt his tongue lick boldly up her spine. His cock pressed against the back of her thigh, and she went still, eyes wide in stunned silence.
"No," she whispered as he hovered just above her bent over body, "please, no."
"You think you deserve it? Only nasty bitches who call me master get it like this," his cock slapped against her wet pussy. "You're almost nasty enough just to do it anyway ... but I shouldn't encourage bad behavior."
Nami horrified herself as she pressed back against him, panting in excitement, "I can't ... I can't stop myself!"
She heard the door open and close. He murmured a "Thanks" to the slave, and she sobbed as something clicked onto her wrists and ankles. He leaned in to whisper into her ear as something slipped around her throat, "Just call me master. Then you'll be my bitch, Nami."
"I can't!" She panted, body quivering as her mind tried to shuffle through all the things he possibly had planned to make her scream.
"Hmm? No, I'm not done having fun with her yet," Nami glanced back up at him, chest heaving. He had turned to his slave. Apparently, Zoro had said something she hadn't heard, "We'll move on when she squeals."
Her breath caught as he pulled on her leash, and her back arched to ease the pressure, "Nngh!"
"You're not dirty enough for a bath either," he chuckled. "Why don't I change that?" To the side, he said, "Get my room ready for after the bath. What I talked with you about last night."
Nami reddened, moaning when he pressed his cock against her cheek. It seemed harder somehow, and it almost looked like it was in pain. He shoved the tip up under her nose, causing her to inhale his heady, salty cock scent.
Something is wrong with me! He smells incredible!
Nami whimpered, closing her eyes shut tight. She had to escape somehow. Usually, the men that bought her were complete idiots, and untied her because they thought she was a young, cowed, virgin woman. She had thought she had already met the sickest scum that society had to offer.
His voice filled her ears as he said, "There's only one way to make this go down, little ginger." His tip pressed slightly harder against her lips, but the moment her mouth trembled to open, he yanked her upright to her feet before shoving her into the full bathtub.
Splashing inside, Nami coughed as she raised her head above the water, hacking out the bit she had swallowed. Panting, she looked up at him with wide eyes, "What the hell!"
He crouched down slightly so he could look into her eyes with a confident, almost playful grin, "You weren't fast enough."
Fuming, she took in a mouthful of water to spit it out at him. When he just laughed, Nami sank into the tub as if the water could hide her fierce blush.
His hands went down to tug her nipples out of the water. Gasping, Nami arched her back, struggling to keep her head above the water with her hands bound behind her. As her head threatened to slip down under, she panted quickly, hoping he would release her this time, "No, no, no, no!"
Her head and face dipped under the water for an instant, and she gasped some into her mouth. Suddenly, he pulled on her leash, pulling her head back out while only one hand twiddled a teat. As she coughed out water, he chuckled, "Still won't call me master?"
Nami shook, chewing her lip as she felt tears form in her eyes, "No, no, I can't! I won't!"
"Do you want to?" He whispered, pulling her face to his, and suddenly she could only see his dark, black eyes.
She felt her breath leave her, chest heaving to fill her lungs back up. The collar wasn't digging into her airpipe, so that wasn't the reason. His calloused fingers twisted and pulled on her sensitive nub, and her toes and fingers curled in the hot water. Nami moaned as his smiling eyes leaned in closer, and he claimed her lips.
"Nami, you're going to suck my cock off now," he murmured to her lips as he finally parted. "Can you do that for me?"
"Yes," she said in a hush, amazed at how aroused she was, and how natural it felt when he thrust his manhood into her mouth.
For a while, he was slow. His length was a hot rod in her mouth, reaching to hit the back of her throat. She moaned around it, tongue trying to slide over every ridge and curve, and she tasted salty sweat in his crevices - or perhaps something else.
Suddenly, he began thrusting faster, and she gasped, trying to keep up with him. He pulled more insistently on her leash, and his other hand grabbed her hair in a fist. He moaned, "Suck harder if you're going to swallow every drop!"
She did, and, all at once, a hot sticky mess flooded the back of her throat. Nami choked a moment before she followed it down quickly, swallowing a lot of air as well in her effort to breathe around his shaft. When he pulled out, she was horrified when she burped, and her entire face lit up pink.
He burst out laughing, wiping cum from her lips with his thumb to push it back into her mouth. Even as mortified as she was, Nami sucked his thumb clean. "You liked it that much, huh?"
"I ... what's happening to me?" She began to shake, biting her lip.
"I'm training you," he said, his fingers loosening in her hair to stroke instead of yank. "I wonder how long it will take ... a week? A month?" Her eyes widened, lips parting slightly as her brain short circuited from the thought of him teasing her like this for a month straight, but he kept on, "You're so cute when you're stubborn though. I might miss this side of you ... maybe I should stop for the day?" His head tilted slightly as he watched her, "I could pick this up again next week ..." When she stiffened in alarm, he chuckled, "No, you couldn't wait that long, could you?"
Something dropped down her cheeks, and she trembled as she realized it was her tears again, "What's wrong with me?"
His eyebrows raised, "Nothing. You're perfect." The man snickered, "Besides the fact you're a thief anyway."
Paling, Nami tried to shrink into the water again, "No, I - I'm not!"
Humming in delight, his thumbs and forefingers found her nipples again, and, as she cried out for him, he said, "A navigator too unless I misunderstood, but I've heard tales about a sneaky, sexy little kitten that slips onto ships as a slave, and then slips back out just as easily with all their gold. You wouldn't ..." he pulled hard on her tits as he leaned in closer, waiting for a pause between her pleasured screaming, "happen to know anything about that, would you?"
He eased up just enough to let her speak quickly, "I'm not! I'm not a thief!"
"Silly kitten, I watched you last night. You couldn't stop looking at the chest in my quarters." Looking down at her breasts, he mused, changing the subject, "Do you think you can cum with just your nipples?"
She screamed, arching to his hands as he rolled the nubs around. They were so sensitive at this point that every tiniest little movement was sending courses of ecstasy throughout her body. "I've never - I've never-!" She gasped, trying to finish the thought in her head, but making connections seemed beyond her.
"That's sad if you've never cum," he leaned down to lick the little bits of a nipple his fingers weren't covering.
Her throat felt raw, and she found herself attempting to keep her head above the water again, "No! No! Not-!"
"Yes, it is," he laughed, and then his tongue began making minuscule little circles over the tiny nub. "Or you've never cum with just your cute, little titty buttons?"
Nami sobbed, clenching her teeth together to attempt to stop screaming her throat ragged. Her head dipped back into the water for a brief moment, and she tried to pull her head back up quickly, gasping for air.
"Aaah, but this is distracting you too much to cum," however, when he released her nipples, Nami sagged completely into the water of the tub. She felt his arms support her body under her shoulders and knees in the next instant, and her skin hit cold air as he pulled her out.
Coughing, Nami's body shivered from the cold, and she pressed herself against his chest. Letting her legs down, her feet felt tile again before he began concentrating on her hard nipples once more. Her knees almost buckled, and she pressed up against his hands more with a moan. His laugh made her look up at him, but the light in his eyes made her realize she was in for a lesson.
He backed up, pulling her along by her highly sensitive teats. Forgetting about the cuffs on her ankles, Nami stepped forward to follow, but her step was much shorter than anticipated, so the pull caused a deep groan from her. She stepped faster instead, whimpering when he led her around the bathroom in a little circle. The pleasure surged through her as she panted openly, feeling her hot womanhood gush juices. All he had to do was bend her over, and in that moment, she wouldn't resist.
She became aware that she was whispering pleas to him, and he was hungrily licking his lips. His cock was fully erect once more, though at his original un-stretched size. She moaned, "Please, please ..."
"You know what to say, don't you?"
"Please!" She sobbed, not knowing how else to release the pent up energy inside of her.
His fingers stopped, still holding her nipples in place, and she struggled to keep herself from outright begging him to continue. He frowned, "Call me master."
Eyes wide, her whole body twitched. She even opened her mouth.
He dropped her nipples then, and her knees gave out, wincing when they hit the floor.
The man peered down, seemingly inspecting her before he grabbed her leash, and started walking for the door, "Heel."
Gritting her teeth in frustration, Nami followed on her knees as quickly as she could manage. On the deck, she looked around nervously, but all she could see was the roofs of some buildings. If anyone else could see her and her situation, they weren't saying anything. Perhaps, it was too early in the day.
She glanced up at the flag next, wondering, and she felt her blood run cold. A pirate flag with a straw hat on it hung proudly at the top of the mast.
He wasn't just a raunchy pervert; he was a pirate.
When they entered his quarters, he shut the door behind her, and something clicked at the handle. She breathed a sigh of relief that he wasn't going to torture her more in public, but it was short lived.
When she looked up at him, she nervously watched as he got dressed. The straw hat he had worn yesterday went on last before he turned to look down at her. Finally, he said, "You're being a bad girl."
Her cheeks burned, but she whispered, "I'm not a dog."
"No?" He sat on his bed, and patted his lap, "C'mere."
Her knee moved forward to get closer before she paled, freezing in place.
The look on her face made him laugh, "You were begging to cum just a minute ago!" He tugged at her leash, "Come. Here."
Taking a deep breath, Nami slowly crawled toward him. In shame, when his hand gently cupped the back of her head, she laid her head on his lap.
"That's a good girl," his hand pet over her hair. "You didn't look at the chest either." She quivered as his fingernails scratched her scalp like he would a pet, "You're being very good now, kitten!"
She stared into nothing, too stunned to do anything else. His hands slowly smoothed down, going through her hair before he gingerly pulled her hair aside so he could undo her collar. Next, the hand and ankle cuffs came off. Nami licked her lips nervously, and glanced up at him, but he simply cupped her cheek.
"I'm sorry. I guess I got you all overexcited, didn't I? Maybe you need a timeout."
She swallowed, and was not surprised to feel her throat crackle in pain. She rasped, "I'm not a child ..."
"Good," his nose twisted slightly at that, disgusted. "I didn't think you were."
"But why ... why are you doing this to me?" That was easier. Questioning herself was getting her nowhere.
"I know what I like. Don't you?" His thumb stroked over her lips, watching her closely.
Nami breathed faster. She was growing excited again. It's just his thumb! It's just touching my lips! Get ahold of yourself! "I -" she stopped, words dying as she stared at him.
The molten lust showing in his eyes made her mouth go dry, "No, I don't think you know at all. I took a shot buying you, and almost every single dirty little thought that came to mind made you yowl," he grinned. "You were so cute trying to deny it."
"I'm not that kind of pervert!"
His eyebrow lifted just slightly, and she turned away to bury her face into his thigh. His laughter sounded warm, "No, I'm that kind of pervert. You're my kind of pervert though. All you have to do is call me master."
Shuddering, she shook her head.
The young man sighed, patting her head before he reached down to pull her up further. Her chest pressed against his as he wrapped his arms around her, and he murmured into her ear, "It's hitting you now, isn't it?"
She shook her head.
"You realized what you've done."
She shook her head.
"I'm the man who makes you so hot that you can barely stand it."
Nami's head couldn't stop shaking back and forth, and a sob wracked her body.
"And you're the woman I can enact every one of my dark desires on."
"No," she whispered, but it barely escaped. Her voice was finally gone.
"And you sold yourself as a slave to me."
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