Sexual Content: (Robin) Implied masturbation, sensations, mind-control... lewd words?
Warning: Light horror? Fuck if I know how to classify this, lol...
A Brand New World - Chapter 1.5
It was later in the evening, on the very same day of the strange incident, and the sun had just begun to descend beyond the horizon. None of the Strawhats had left their individual hiding spots and if it wasn't for the continuous, quiet and muffled groans humming from the walls of the ship, it might've appeared completely abandoned. Weirder still was the fact that not even Luffy had been seen, or heard, anywhere near the kitchen.
Robin had, for the longest time, found the library to be one of the more quiet and relaxing places on the was where she'd sneak off to whenever she needed some alone-time, grabbing whatever genre of book would suit her momentary fancy and just read the day away. This time, however, no such pleasantries would be found and, instead, events which would change her life completely.
Sitting on the soft cushions of the sofa, Robin leaned backwards with her head against the wall and sighed heavily. Her arms hung limply to her sides, periodically clawing at the fabric of the sofa as her chest heaved in and out. The sweat ran down her body, making her white and otherwise airy blouse cling to her body like a second layer of skin. Droplets of moisture trickled down her face, over her cheeks and down her sharpish chin where it would collect before dropping into the cleavage below.
Next to her, open about halfway through, was a book of an explicitly adult nature, one which she had read many a times before. Robin hadn't intended to read this particular bundle of tasty smut and decadent filth, but she had been compelled to do so by forces beyond her control and understanding. Something had drawn her to this book in particular and made her read the most beloved parts with a feverish enthusiasm. Instead of finding but a brief moment of respite from the burning lust in her loins, her journey here had only added more fuel to the fire.
Robin sighed with an odd frustration, like an aching plea for relief, but she could only stare down at her trembling hands which were soaked with her passion. She couldn't understand why she felt this strongly about something she had read at least a dozen times before. It was like she had turned into a much younger version of herself, at an age where she couldn't quite control or understand the urges in her body. A point in her time where she was ravaged daily by unsightly needs and desires that were impossible to satisfy.
The lust which could normally be reigned in, if needed, was now running rampant in both body and mind, turning simple 'wants' into outlandinsh 'needs' and 'requirements'. If not for the decade of experience and experimentation, Robin would've quickly succumbed to these new, carnal sensations and lost herself entirely to their whims.
No matter how long she would spend masturbating to her most prized, literary possession, it was never enough to satisfy her, not in the slightest. Not only did her body constantly beg and ache for more, but so did her mind, and with a voice that wasn't hers. Try as she would, Robin could not truly think for herself, for each time she tried her thoughts would blur and mold into something else. She was completely aware of what she was doing but there was this odd automation to her actions, as if she ran purely on instinct alone.
"More." the voice continued, over and over, in a soft yet demanding tone.
Robin didn't have any strength left to offer, her fingers and wrists had given up completely and without any guaranteed release, there was just no reason to even try. She leaned her head to the left as she glanced over towards the ladder which It led to the bathroom a floor above. A nice, cold shower would do her well, Robin thought to herself and mustered what remained of energy, just so she could stand up.
A sudden flash of excitement shot through her the very instant she tried, and instead of finding herself standing, Robin was now thrusting her groin repeatedly into the air. Her back arched at a sharp angle as her shoulders and head remained on the sofa. She gritted her teeth as her pussy screamed and drooled for attention and as her mind filled with lewd obscenities. Images of her wildest dreams appeared like a flickering light before her, pushing and coercing her into a frenzy of unfulfilled desires and wanton depravity.
To say that she had never fantasized about fucking one of her crew-mates would've been a flat out lie. However, the sheer desperation to suck and fuck every single one of their fat, rock-hard cocks was quickly driving her crazy. She could almost feel them drilling into every hole on her body, using her as a mere toy for their enjoyment. Not even her clones would be spared that delicious fate as every single friend would have their very own 'Robin' to impale and thrust their throbbing dicks into.
Robin groaned as she fought back against these unseemly thoughts, forcing what little sanity she had left back into her sex-ridden brain. Even though she knew perfectly well that there was something weird going on, she never got a moment to truly figure out what it was. With every attempt, the voice would always return and distract her with promises of unrivaled pleasure and satisfaction, as long as she remained obedient. Robin, however, had refused to give in to this strange entity and had managed to do so throughout the entirety of the day. As a result, she had been made to suffer through several hours of frustration and severe punishment for her rebellious actions.
Insistent as the voice was, it never spoke in full sentences and beyond the repetition of single words, it only communicated through emotions and sensations. At times the voice would simply inflate what she already thought of felt, making those emotions way larger than what they truly were. In other moments, it would dull things out as to make them less relevant. In this way, the voice could quite easily manipulate and steer her mind in a manner that pleased it. At least this is what Robin could subconsciously deduce, despite being under the influence of said voice.
After what felt like an eternity, Robin finally collapsed onto the floor, trembling and gasping for air as her loins began to relax after the onslaught of devilish pleasure. Her knees pressed against each other as her feet were spread in opposite directions. She could feel a flow of juices dripping out of her as she quivered on the cusp of a powerful orgasm. It was almost as if her very life was being dangled beyond the edge of a cliff, only to be held back by the thinnest of ropes. There she hung, unable to take that final leap into the abyss of endless ecstasy. She cursed silently to herself, unable to contain the frustration of being so close, yet so far away.
Rising from her spot on the floor, Robin felt her legs tremble as she did. "I need to get out of here..." she spoke quietly. These few words she managed to speak were all smothered by a sense of urgency and frustration. It took everything she had to not simply fall back down onto the floor and spread herself wide for the commanding voice in her head. Every little inch on her body was itching and pleading for attention, to be touched, caressed and fondled by the hands of her friends.
"I just have to... Aaaagh!" Robin moaned loudly as her body jerked from a sudden jolt of pleasure. "Fuck... I have to get to get out of this room.."
With one step at a rime, the flustered archaeologist stumbled forwards towards the ladder in front of her. Her arms were wrapped around herself, just below her lonely bosom, and with her fingers digging into her skin. It was the only thing she could do to hold back the infuriating urge for sex, for enormous, drooling cocks. "Keep your mind free of thoughts, from..." she whispered softly to herself. "From all those... Fat cocks..."
Another set of images passed through her mind as she neared the ladder. Images of her friends naked before her, in positions they would never find themselves in. While she had witnessed their endowments first hand, either by accident or from playful spying, they had never been as big and energetic as they now appeared in her mind. Robin couldn't help but gnaw on her lips out of sheer hunger and desire. What she wouldn't give to kneel before them, to lick their thick shafts, to suckle on their their fat tips, to worship every inch of them with an unrivaled fervor. A slave to cocks, that is what the voice wished for her to be. To have her descend into a submission so deep that Robin could no longer function without one of those wonderful cocks within her immediate vicinity.
Finally, Robin had managed to reach her destination and grabbed onto the wooden frame as her muscles were just short of giving out. She clung to it as best as she could and calmed her breathing, giving herself a proper rest before commencing the arduous climb. Just staring up the bloody thing made her vision unreasonably blurry and, as she narrowed her eyes, the hatch above seemed to stretch and pull away, almost as if running away.
As if a sharp bolt of lightning had shot straight through her brain from behind, Robin's body suddenly turned completely stiffened and frozen in place. The words "stop" and "obey" rung inside her skull with an alarming clarity. It took a few moments before the control over her body was returned to her and, once it did, she immediately spun around and searched for the source of this unsettling phenomenon. Robin found nothing out of the ordinary, no matter how hard she looked and slowly turned her attention back towards the ladder. But, for some reason, it was no longer there, and in it's stead was the door leading out of the room.
Robin stared at the wooden surface, just inches away from it, confused as to how this was possible. She turned around and, much like she expected, she found the ladder precisely where it should be. "What the..." she thought and walked towards it once more. Again, a sudden flash shot through her head and she was once more positioned with her face almost pressing against the door.
A strong determination began to rise within her chest, a furious defiance towards whatever power that influenced her mind. She walked briskly, with an unusual strength in her stride until she managed to return to whence she had started. Feeling confident, Robin scoffed out of sheer reflex as she began to her climb, hastily making her way up the ladder. It didn't take long, unfortunately, until the voice returned with a more aggressive approach.
Robin felt a hard tug around her throat, as if a leash had been fastened around it, and found herself being pulled backwards. Choking and coughing, the archeologist instinctively wrapped her hands around whatever had formed around her neck, but found nothing to grab onto. She fell backwards and onto the floor with a loud crash. All the air was forced out of her lungs as the invisible leash dragged her body across the floor and towards the very door she tried to escape.
Fear and panic began to set in as the voice in her head grew louder and angrier by each passing second. "Obey." It growled, over and over, almost like a rhythmic chanting that refused to stop. Unbeknownst to Robin, a shade of pink began to flare up in her eyes as her vision turned muddy and unfocused. Her skin began to burn with an intense heat as her body ached and groaned from neglect. The pleasure she had previously endured had now returned with an even stronger force and Robin soon found herself unable to resist.
"Obey." the voice continued as Robin was hoisted into the air by the leash around her soft neck. "Submit."
Robin continued to defy the voice which clearly wished for her to pass through the door and towards whatever destination it had in mind. While she could only guess its purpose, it was clear that her friends would suffer the consequences should she fail. That was not something she was willing to risk and summoned every last drop of defiance she had left. "Get out... of my head!" she roared as loudly as she could
Surprisingly, the tightness around her neck, along with the enraged voice, suddenly vanished without a trace as her own voice echoed throughout the room. Robin fell to her knees and only barely managed to catch herself before her head would hit polished wood below. She immediately began to cough and gasp for air as her lungs were still burning from the lack of oxygen.
Despite having achieved a sudden and unexpected victory against her ethereal adversary, the archaeologist wouldn't let her guard down just yet. There was no telling when the voice would return and the subsequent enthrallment of both her body and mind.
Many moments passed with nothing but silence from the otherwise persistent voice, and while Robin was immensely thankful, she couldn't help but expect the worst. In this brief instance of respite, she would slowly lean herself against the door after having recovered most of her strength. And while her instincts told her to just fucking book it out of there and towards the nearest comrade, she managed to keep her cool and weighed her options very carefully.
Any sudden movement or rash action might trigger a response from the voice and Robin could quickly find herself in the same mess as before. No, she had to be careful and think of a way to relay her thoughts and findings to her friends, in a way that wouldn't be suspicious or too obvious. That was obviously easier said than done but, truthfully, there was only really a single option available to her.
Once Robin had collected herself to a sufficient degree, she slowly crossed her arms and closed her eyes. While she normally required a clear view of whatever surface she wish to manifest her body part upon, she had come to know the layout of the ship with a faultless precision. To her, it was a mere child's play to make dozens of mouths appear on every wall of the ship and, with that singular option in mind, Robin focused and began to put her devil fruit to work.
Considering what she wanted to do, Robin would normally feel her jaw, tongue and lips tingle a bit due to the heightened sensitively. This was only natural since she would be feeling a dozen copies of her mouth at the same time. In this instance, however, that was not at all what she felt. Instead, she could feel her abdomen bulge and stretch. First a little bit, but then a whole lot more.
Robin opened her eyes out of both confusion and curiosity, and tried to halt the process, but for some reason found herself unable to. She stared at the odd mass writhing up from her stomach, watching it slowly twist and shape itself into something eerily familiar. First there was a naked dome, a roundish object made entirely out of flesh and bone. It grew taller and wider by the second until it held more of an oval shape. Then the base began to shrink and become more narrow while tiny needles poked out of its 'head'. These needles grew and grew, stretching through the air until they reached her belly.
Robin watched as the mass slowly turned into a face-less head, a head alarmingly similar to her own. The only difference between herself and the abomination before her was that it didn't have any eyes, no mouth and no nostrils on its sharpish nose. Its hair was an exact copy of her own, but instead of the dark, shimmering blackness that one would expect, it instead had a fierce and vibrant pink glow to it. If it wasn't for the terrifying fashion which this ungodly growth had appeared, one might have found it strangely beautiful.
Before Robin could scream her fucking lungs hoarse, the head began to tilt slightly to the side and, despite having no mouth, seemed to smile at the horrified woman. Shaking quite visibly, Robin found no semblance of intelligent thought left in her mind as fear had crippled her entirely. Her body was trembling uncontrollably and she was on the verge of tears as the jaw of this head began to twist and move. A multitude of voices, quite unlike the one she had come to know, now rumbled in unison through the grinning, skin-covered mouth.
"We like you..." they whispered softly, with a disturbingly playfully tone. "Let us be friends..."
