Sexual Content: (Nami x Zoro) Nudity, blowjob, masturbation & mind control


Chapter 1 - Part 1

It was a strange new day for the Strawhats, one which none of them could have foretold, and it all started with an odd, colorful fog drifting in from the horizon. All of them had gathered on the deck and watched as it came closer and closer. It wasn't particularly thick, but the colors it bore were beautiful and varied, kind of like a more complex rainbow. As it slowly swept over their ship, everyone braced themselves for whatever could happen next.

Nothing seemed to happen at first. It wasn't poisonous, their breathing was fine and the only thing of notice was that their visions turned slightly twisted, as if the light bent randomly through the fog. Then as most of them dismissed any possible dangers, a sudden stream of strange sensations cropped up all over their bodies. Their minds grew sluggish and tired, and some would even let out a few odd moans here and there, drawing the attention of those who didn't.

One after the other, the Strawhats fell onto the deck, unable to gather any meaningful strength in their muscles. There was odd mixture of thoughts and images that crept into their heads and slowly had them drift off into a heavy slumber. The strongest among them, Luffy, Zoro and Sanji were the last to fall, struggling to keep themselves awake to protect their friends. Not even the ridiculous might of the monster-trio could withstand this drowsy onslaught and soon found themselves snoring loudly.

Many hours passed until the first of them began to stir from their sudden nap, but none of them could recall what had happened, at least not in detail. The oceans were as calm as ever, the skies had the same, blue color, the sun was still shining and their ship was just the same as before. All was as it should be, yet all of them knew that something was off, that there was a subtle difference about their surroundings which they just couldn't figure out.

They could remember small pieces of what had happened, that there had been something which had put them all to sleep. But as time passed, even those fragments were lost and they soon found themselves unable to recall anything at all. Each memory of vivid detail seemed to blur and shift as if being re-written, changing into something slightly different or even completely new. It was honestly quite alarming at first, but once those new memories had settled, their worries grew far less potent.

As the urgency of their dilemma lessened, each of the Strawhats went about their business, feeling that they ought to bide their time until something would happen. There was no use worrying for nothing. Besides, many of them had some strange, lingering feelings they had to deal with and retreated into whatever rooms were unoccupied. All except for Nami and the man that her hands had kept in place.

Zoro stared at the woman at his side, watching her body sweating and her chest rising and falling at a quicker pace than usual. Her face was hidden as she seemed to stare at the deck below them, but as her hand tightened around his, her expression was revealed. She glared at him, not out of anger, but with a demanding expectation. Her cheeks were bright red and her lips parted just slightly. They glistened and shimmered as the sun shined on the moist surface. Something was clearly wrong and whatever it was it seems to escalate as the moments passed - her breathing was growing rugged and strained. Nami then tugged on him and gestured for him to follow.

The woman led him to the mast which was used to reach the Crow's Nest and began to climb with an unsteady haste. Zoro watched as she slowly made her way up, averting his gaze the moment he realized that he could see right up her skirt. His heart began to beat painfully fast as certain sensations made his private parts stir with an odd anticipation.

This confused him greatly as he had never had any real attraction to this woman before. Of course he knew that she was beyond gorgeous and one of the hottest females he had come to know, but that's usually where the thoughts had ended. No, instead, he seemed to yearn for her, to hold her within his arms and do all sort of unbecoming things to her body.

Zoro shook his head and rid himself of all the indecent thoughts that had appeared in his mind, feeling a slight blush creeping up as he was beset with embarrassment. He growled quietly and scolded himself as he began to climb, making damned sure that he wouldn't peek at the alluring bottom above him. No, that luscious, firm and inviting ass. "Fuck..." he grunted and slammed his head against the mast. "Get it together..."

A few moments later, he reached the end of his climb and poked his head through the hatch, scanning the room for the his companion. He found her leaning against one of the many windows, staring out of it as her legs trembled. Zoro closed the hatch behind him and, for a reason he could not explain, locked it in place so that no one could enter. His arm and hand had acted without his consent as if there had been someone else who had ordered them into action. He stared at his hand and closed it into a fist. It obeyed without question.

His eye then returned towards Nami and saw all of that naked skin which her clothes failed to cover. She was wearing a short skirt which ended just beneath that round rear, that juicy, squeezable ass. Zoro felt his mind begin to wander once more as words of ever-increasing profanity slowly replaced his usual vocabulary. Once more he shook his head, hoping it would shake these improper through out of his skull.

Her legs were exposed and he could see plenty of beads of sweat trickling down her thighs, beyond her knees and all the way down to her feet. The sandals, which he had no idea what to call them, held her heels a few inches off of the floor and were only tied together with thin straps, leaving most of her feet visible.

His eyes continued to scan her body and besides the small, black thong which he had noticed on his way up the mast, the only other piece of clothing was her usual, small bikini top. It did an admirable job keeping her sizeable bosom from spilling out and the thin bands which held it all together must've been made out of the strongest fabric known to man. He had no real understanding of how they didn't simply snap under the weight of those fat, delicious tits.

"S-Stop it..." Zoro grunted quietly and dug his fingers into the side his skull, growling at the words his brain had used to describe his friend's physique. Something was very wrong with him but why did it feel so good at the same time? There was this odd hint of satisfaction and relief to this new perspective, of this adult view he now bore for his friend. It was woefully contradicting to what he actually wanted to feel and what he truly saw her as. It was a constant struggle to keep those thoughts at bay and it was one he was slowly losing.

Then, as if struck by something in the back of his head, Zoro felt a sudden surge erupt inside him, forcing his legs to stumble forward momentarily. His vision turned hazy and his body grew hotter by the second. Below him, he saw something he rarely had to deal with, for his harsh training always took priority. He never had time to deal with his most primal urges and thus learned to control them with an immaculate ease. Yet here it was, that large, protruding tent on the front of his pants, taunting him and demanding every drop of his attention.

His gaze didn't linger for long, because in front of him stood the source of all his problems and desires. He wanted to be close to her, to feel the heat of her body against his, to press his throbbing extremity against her posterior. Zoro gritted his teeth and fought back against his depraved thoughts, but with little success. "Breed." his mind whispered to him. "Take her, and slake your thirst with her body."

Another surge of power shot into him, like a sharpened spear, coercing him closer to the hot woman. Zoro managed to halt himself yet again after a single step and flexed his muscles as if finally getting serious. He would not be swayed by their foreign voice in his head. Yet, each second made it more and more difficult. It didn't help that Nami now stood turned towards him, staring back with the most lustful gaze he had ever seen. Her hands explored her own body, digging deeply into placed most private, brushing against skin so soft and fondling her massive, bountiful chest.

She stepped closer, slowly making her way towards him as she fumbled with undoing her tiny top. Her movements were jerky and hasty much like Zoro's, yet hers were more erratic and uncontrolled. Frustrated and impatient, Nami simply tore the bikini off of her body, revealing her large chest and a pair of nipples so erect that they could cut glas. She suckled and nibbled playfully on her lips as she approached him, cupping each tit with her hands, pinching those rigid buds on brief occasions. Her hips began to sway in a most enticing fashion, from side to side, slowly hypnotizing the conflicted man before her.

Zoro was taken aback by her sudden advance and found himself unable to retreat. His body refused to move, to increase the distance between them in any meaningful way. The sway and slight bounce of her tits was enough to keep his attention locked onto her and no amount of willpower could set him free. With a modest groan, the swordsman felt himself flood with excitement as he grew harder by the second. The bulge pushed against his snug pants and screamed for freedom, demanding to be unleashed upon this approaching harlot.

Now standing a feet or so beyond him, Nami placed her hands upon his chest and ripped his shirt open with a surprising force. His naked, chiseled pecs came into view and made the aroused woman moan with such delight. Her hands quickly found themselves squeezing down on his muscles, prodding and molesting every little inch of them. Her eyes were oozing with desire as she gave him a quick glance before pushing him onto the floor and against the wall behind him.

On his ass, leaning against the wall, Zoro watched the towering woman before him. His brain failing to grasp how she was able to overpower and corner him at the same time, with such ease. The thick and pulsating tent seemed to be drawn towards her, as if it was dragging his entire body away from the wall. Yet he didn't move an inch, for it was all in his mind. He wanted to look around, to search for something which could save both him and her from the depraved eventuality that was drawing closer, but neither neck nor eye would obey.

Much like Zoro, her mind kept hearing the same words over and over as if she was being ordered to consume this delightful treat before her. It coerced her body into an unseemly frenzy, a ravenous hunger which only the largest of cocks could ever hope to sate. She squirmed under the ceaseless urges washing over her very being, fighting back against the current of power wrapping around her brain. But, unlike Zoro, she didn't posses the same level of fortitude and thus was far more susceptible to the influencing voice in her head.

She felt her legs buckle and quickly undid her skirt before falling down onto her knees as her mouth began to water at the sight of Zoro's exposed flesh. Nami crawled towards him, ass held high, shaking and writhing with desire. With a practiced wiggle of her hips, she was able to untangle her skirt which had wrapped around her legs and promptly kicked it away. All that remained was her sandals and the petite, black thong which had turned far too damp from her ever-growing arousal.

Her heart began to race as her arms and hands reached beyond the floor she crawled on, watching as they pulled and clawed at her friend's pants. She had no control over them, nor any other part of her body, they acted completely on their own. To say that she didn't want them to would've been an obvious lie because there was nothing else on her mind besides his cock, and the crumbling remnants of her modesty. It was so difficult for her to not give in completely, to enthrall herself to whatever force that urged into such a wanton state. Nami had no idea what would happen if she did, and fought with all of her might to, at least very least, be aware of her actions.

With a vicious hunger, Nami dug through his clothes, shoving and ripping apart anything that stood between herself and the engorged monster she yearned for. Luckily for her, with this endless lust also came unreasonable strength and no matter what fabric stood in her way, it was quickly shredded to pieces. It didn't take long before the front of his pants and the boxers beneath were completely torn and spread across the floor.

Nami let out a single sigh of joy as his steel-like limb shot up into the air and pulsated with with such life in front of her. She bit the corner of her lip as her body shivered with pleasure. "It's so beautiful... and so fucking big." her mind whispered quietly. She couldn't stand the torment any longer, her arousal was far too strong to bear and simply let herself fall towards him.

Nami soon found herself between her crew-mate's legs, easily pushing them aside as if they held on objection to her advances. Her cheeks reddened with an even fiercer brightness as she felt the heat of his cock and balls radiating onto her moist skin. She rubbed against him, sighing pleasantly with joy as she coated his length with her sweat and embraced the lovely scent of his manly musk.

Staring down at the obsessed female, Zoro moaned as she fawned over him, brushing and teasing his rigid erection. The unearthly restrain he had summoned, beyond his physical limits, allowed for him to keep his hands to himself, but that was the extent of his power. His body groaned as he pulled every ounce of strength out from his core, making veins pop up all over his body. His face bore a pained expression as he fought for dear life, just to keep his desires at bay, to avoid something they both might come to regret.

Any other man would and drowned themselves in the lust he endured, and promptly fucked the face of this most enticing creature. The words "fuck" and "breed" continued to echo in his mind as the voice tore down his inhibitions and sanity, one piece at a time. It refused to give in until he had lost all of his willpower and strength.

Unaware of his plight, Nami let her tongue roll out of her mouth and playfully dragged it over his tender testicles, licking upwards to the start of his shaft, higher and higher, up his vein-covered length until she had reach the tip. She grinned mischievously as she flicked her tongue off of him, only to let the wet, wriggling limb make circles around it. Round and round she went, teasing his glans, forcing drops of precum to seep deliciously out of his big, fat cock.

Her hands began to explore her body once more, fondling her tits, twisting her nipples with vigour and sliding a hand between her legs. Her pussy was drenched with her juices, almost as is salivating with anticipation for the thick morsel before her. She slipped a few fingers inside, pushing them as deep as they could go and began to rub herself in earnest. It was a delightful appetizer before the main course.

Pinned against the wall and grunting periodically as the pleasure enveloped and surged through his cock, the swordsman stared at the unbelievable sight below. Together with her depraved moans, that yearning gaze and the needy administrations of her tongue against him, Nami was just too much for him to take. His willpower began to wane as the needs of his body and the voice in his head grew too loud to drown out.

Nami chuckled as their eyes met. Her voice was playful and drenched with a sultry tone. Her eyes were unfocused, dimmed and had this vibrant, shifting hint of pink to them. Zoro watched carefully as the colors blended, swirled and swam through her eyes, much like parts of the mist they had encountered before. Yet this stream of smoke-like essence seemed to dance within her orbs in a very strange, sentient fashion. And one point he felt something else besides Nami staring back at him.

Before he could make anything of this information, Nami suddenly slipped his leaking cock-head into her mouth and wrapped her lips around him. He growled with a bestial urge and almost shoved his entirety down her throat out of sheer reflex. The sensation of her wet tongue folding around his dick, licking and lapping all over his length, kneading the underside of his shaft, together with the intense sucking sensation was beyond anything he had ever felt before. Until now he had only experience similar sensation by using his own hands during moments of excess lust. But, honestly, they paled in comparison to Nami's expertise and her skillful mouth.

On the floor and on her knees, Nami bobbed up and down, sucking away at his cock. She took it slowly at first, adding an inch or two of her friend with each passing moment. Words like "submit", "devote" and "kneel" popped up in her head, mixed with sensations of urgency and hunger. No longer did she only have this need to please herself, but now she wanted to serve the man before her. Even things such as food, air and water were secondary to pleasing her master, to use her everything to bathe him with pleasure was now her sole task in life.

Finally something seemed to snap within her mind, like a tearing thread which suppressed her most depraved thoughts. Nami spread her legs and began masturbating without pause as she impaled her throat upon the large, fat and rock-hard cock of her friend. Nothing existed in her brain beside the overwhelming lust and desire for sex, cocks and cum. It was an endless series blinding images of unimaginably lewd acts, of pure depravity, of herself and everyone she had ever known fucking and cumming without restraint.

"Mmmph!" she moaned loudly as she took every inch of him down her throat, all while her hands and fingers rubbed and fucked her drenched pussy. She was beset, consumed and completely enthralled by the outrageous demands of the voice in her head and vigorously drove herself to what she thought would be her salvation. The peak of ecstasy was in sight, she only had to push a little bit further.

Nami masturbated desperately as she sucked, rubbing against all over her most sensitive spots as she pushed herself to the cusp of a powerful orgasm. The flavor of his cock and precum was better than any meal or drink she had ever tasted and constantly craved for more. Her tongue swirled around the meaty rod as she used herself like a sleeve to please it. She gurgled, groaned and moaned lewdly, reveling in her obscene debauchery as she stared longingly up at the bewildered, yet accepting expression of her cock's owner.

With a single push, Nami slid herself down upon his rigid phallus until her lips enveloped the very base of his shaft. With a bit of effort, she managed to push herself far enough to kiss his groin as she choked on his dick. Her tongue wriggled out of her mouth and gave his heavy, bloated balls a playful. She seemed to grin with a wicked pride as her fingers continued to thrust into her, rubbing and kneading her slick walls and massaging her throbbing clit. A soft whimper slipped out of her as she pushed herself over the edge and plunged her body into an abyss of raw pleasure.

Arching her back and pushing her ass into the air, Nami moaned into the quivering cock and held onto her quivering pussy for dear life as the orgasm exploded out of her. Her entire body was shaking, her hips humped the air, up and down as she squirted all over the floor, coating it with her slick juices. Her thong couldn't stop a single drop from escaping and was hopelessly drenched with her passion the second she came. It stuck to her like a wet, thin sheet of plastic and anyone who could see her from behind would have a perfect view of the shape of her quivering and gaping cunt.

With sloppy, gurgling groans, Nami pulled herself away from Zoro and slid him out of her wet gullet. Strands of saliva dangled between her lips and every part of his massive cock. She chuckled playfully, her voice carrying a hint of madness to it, as she began to clean all the spit off of him. "Am I not a good little whore, Master?" She asked as pink in her eyes flared up with an intense brightness. "Won't you reward me with your fat load? Please, shoot it down my throat, or all over my slut-face and then breed me like the fucking cum-dump I am!"

"What has gotten into you, Nami..." Zoro groaned as her tongue began to brush against his tender testicles. "Calm yourself..."

He tried his best to be the voice of reason but only managed those tiny sentences before another sharp sensation stabbed into him. "Breed her." the voice repeated as a very thin blanket of pink began to creep over his eye. Zoro could feel his muscles begin to relax, not because he had gained control, but because he had lost it. No longer did his flesh answer his orders and, instead, made him reach out towards the woman... the whore... the fucking... slut that slaved... all over his fucking cock!

A few drops of spit began to run down from his mouth, like a hungry beast who's about to dig his teeth into a freshly killed prey. He snarled aggressively as his dick grew another inch or so, hardening even further. His balls seemed to inflate and grow heavier as his strong hands gripped the skull of his whore. As he closed them around her, he grinned greedily and pulled her towards his drooling cock-head.

Despite his many attempts to figure out what was going on and all of his efforts to regain control, Zoro had utterly failed and the only thing that remain was his desire to fuck the brains out of Nami. Without remorse, he guided her towards him as he pressed himself between her lips which parted without effort. His cock rapidly disappeared inside her wet throat once more before he began to slide it in and out of her. It didn't take long before he was fucking her face with all the might he could muster, grinning and grunting as he stared at the gurgling and choking slut between his legs.

"You like that, don't you, you cock-sucking bitch? You just love choking on my fat cock like the little slave you are." he growled, repeating the words which echoed inside his head. "You will spend the rest of your life on your knees and the only food you'll get is my thick cum!" The pink in his eye began to flicker briefly. "Fuck.. I got to... uuugh! Gotta call... for... aaagh! I gotta fill your stomach full of cum!"

Nami who was sliding up and down his vein-covered shaft, forced to be his sleeve for as long as he desired, slurped and moaned at the top of her lungs. She couldn't be happier or more content with her life, for every single thing he said was true. The voice in her head offered nothing but praise and compliments in this moment of servitude. This kind of joy and satisfaction was beyond addicting, almost more so than the actual pleasure of being a slave for Zoro's massive cock.

As she playfully resigned herself to a life as a cum-dump, Nami relaxed her body and let the swordsman abuse her face to his heart's content. Her hands were still latched onto her crotch, fingering and rubbing her wet pussy, making herself cum over and over again. Her orgasms exploded repeatedly as if thousands and thousands of fireworks were going off inside of her. Shew as shaking and trembling as her hips rocked up and down, quivering with delight as she continued to cum all over the floor.

Staring down at her with a strained expression and with drool tickling down the corners of his mouth, Zoro grunted and growled as he slammed into the human sleeve. His cock ached and his balls tensed as her throat tightened around him, squeezing down on his pulsating shaft. He gritted his teeth and let out a single, heavy groan as he impaled Nami onto his fat dick for the last time, locking her in place as his testicles began to pump hard and fast.

Nami came and came, almost fainting from the intense pleasure of her orgasms and along with the hot, thick ropes of cum that now shot straight down her throat. Her hands froze as her body locked in place, unable to process every sensation that coursed through her flesh. The only noise she could make was the weak, delirious and chuckling moans which slipped out of her with every burst of pleasure.

Even as she began to cough and choke around him, Zoro wouldn't let go until all of his load had been poured into her. Even if he hadn't, Nami herself would have done the same and happily kept him buried inside her throat until she had swallow everything. Anything less would have been a crime in her mind, for all that juicy cum was hers by right. Not a single drop should be wasted on the floor, just as the voice in her head decreed.

As a flash of bright pink flared up in her eyes, Nami's arms suddenly burst into life as they reached out for his cock. With her hands wrapped around the base of his shaft and firmly grasping his bloated, pumping balls, her face began to beam with a mischievous light. She, somehow, managed to pull free from his vice-like grip and slowly slid herself away from his crotch, revealing the spit-covered length of his dick that was still in the midst of an intense orgasm.

Her lips tightened around the tip of his cock as her one hand began to stroke him furiously, all while the other squeezed and tugged on his testicles. She smirked as much as she could with her mouth full of dick and stared at his pained yet ecstasy-ridden expression. It was such a delightful sight to see this otherwise stoic man turned into a puddle in her care, to see him buckle on the sheer weight of her perverted skills.

Leaving a couple of hefty ropes of sticky cum all over her tongue, Nami popped him out of her mouth and aimed his fat cock-head towards her and let him plaster her face completely white. All those wonderful strands of thick cum shot out of him as she continued to stroke him hard and fast.

She chuckled and gasped in sheer awe as his semen stretched across her face, all the way from her chin and to the top of her head. One after the other the ropes came flying out of him, landing against her burning, wet skin until there was nothing left but a steady ooze of cum dribbling down from his tip. Nami gave him a teasing lick, lapping up the last drops before grinning triumphantly at him.

But, as both of their moments of euphoria had reached their heights, just a couple of moments after Zoro's eruption, the pink in their eyes seemed to retreat and vanish without a trace. Nami, within an instant, was pulled out her slutty demeanor and the perverted haze she had endured for so long. Her eyes widened as gravity of the situation sunk in. Her face reddened completely as she stared at the half-naked man in front of her, letting out a soft, whimpering groan as she did. To experience a higher level of embarrassment was not surely not possible for her and she had no idea of how to deal with it.

"I... I'm sorry, I don't know what happened... what came over me... " she stuttered cutely as she looked at the mess she had made. "I couldn't control myself, I just... Oh shit..."

Having experienced the hardest nutting of the century, Zoro just crumbled the moment that he came to his senses. His balls felt as it they had been squeezed or flattened by the feet of some of the heaviest of giants. He just sat there staring down at Nami who still had his rigid cock in her hand, who, despite being flustered and confused, continued to squeeze down around his shaft.

"No, I should apologize..." he grunted. "I couldn't control myself either and there is no excuse to give for my..." he paused briefly, trying to remember what he had done, but did so with little success. "Uhm... actions." he paused, shaking his head once more. "Anyway, we should go and find the others. They might be under similar afflictions..."

Peering away for a brief moment, Nami seemed bundle up slightly and the suddenly stared back at him with eyes akin to that of a puppy's. "You know..." she muttered quietly as her hand began to slide up and down his cock once more. "We don't 'have to' look for them, I'm sure they're fine after all..." Nami continued, crawling ever so slightly towards Zoro. "Let's just enjoy ourselves a bit more, okay?" her words grew a bit more courageous as she nestled her way up his legs until she straddled him playfully.

There was not a hint of pink left in her eyes, but Nami seemed have enjoyed herself a bit too much and wasn't quite ready to throw in the towel just yet. Her chest was dangerously close to his face and her nipples were beyond inviting. This time, however, Zoro managed to avert his gaze but was only meet with a innocent smile as Nami's expression came into view. His cock did not disagree with her suggestion and throbbed eagerly, just an inch away from her crotch.

"Ugh, fuck it..." he growled while blushing. "Let's just get this over with..."