(Post-Timeskip) Marine’s plaything (WIP)

Nami was at Sabaody Archipelago to meet with her friends/crewmates after not seeing them for 2 years, but unfortunately, Nami was captured by a Marine Vice Admiral named John Doe.

The Vice Admiral had happened to spot Nami on the street and managed to capture her before she even had the chance to fight back or meet with the rest of the Strawhat crew. After capturing her, he managed to sail away on his ship with the captured female pirate without any problem.

-Timeskip Later-

On his ship within the prison cell room, He went toward Nami’s jail cell and opened the cell’s door, to see a beautiful orange-haired woman with huge knockers inside as she was currently **** on the floor with her arms behind her back being held in place by handcuffs. Nobody doesn’t know that Vice Admiral John often uses any opportunity to fuck any female pirate and break them before turning them in and getting away with it without any consequences.

Seeing this as an opportunity to do it with the famous Nami, he takes his time while she was **** to take off her bikini top and takes his cock out as he squeezes his cock between her melons, immediately starting to titfuck the **** Nami.

The room was silent except for the sound of his cock slapping against Nami's skin and the gentle rocking of the ship. The salt air filled the room with a briny scent that mingled with the faint smell of sweat and fear. The Vice Admiral's eyes were filled with a mix of lust and sadism as he enjoyed the feeling of her soft, unyielding flesh against his hardened shaft. Each squeeze and pump was a silent declaration of his dominance over her.

Nami's breasts bounced back and front matching the rhythm of his movements, the tip of his cock touching her face while leak precum on her face as the **** Nami is completely oblivious to the depravity being inflicted upon her. Her orange hair was a stark contrast against the cold floor.

Vice Admiral Doe's breath grew heavier, his eyes never leaving the sight of his cock disappearing and reappearing between her breasts. He reveled in the power dynamics of the moment, the pirate who once stood tall and proud now reduced to this, a mere plaything for his twisted desires. His hands moved from her breasts to her waist, lifting her slightly to increase the friction, his hips bucking slightly with each thrust. The handcuffs dug into her skin, leaving faint red marks that stood out against her pale flesh.

The tension in the room grew palpable, the air thick with it. The sound of his cock smacking against her chest grew louder, a perverse symphony in the otherwise quiet space. His eyes narrowed, the corners of his mouth tugging into a sinister smile as he felt himself approaching climax. He quickened the pace, his grip tightening on her waist. Nami's body jolted with each movement, the cold metal of the handcuffs biting into her wrists, a stark reminder of her captivity.

With a final, powerful thrust, the Vice Admiral let out a guttural groan as he reached his peak, his release spurting out in thick, hot ropes across her face and chest.

He stepped back, panting, his cock still erect, and took a moment to admire the sight of Nami, now a mess of cum and sweat. Her chest heaved slightly with her shallow breaths, the only sign she was still alive. Despite the depraved act he had just committed, his desire for her remained unsated. He could go on another round while she is still ****.

With a cruel smirk, the Vice Admiral stood on Nami’s head and aimed his cock at her wide-opened mouth. He didn't bother with gentle coaxing or waiting for her to wake up as he pushed his cock deep into her throat, feeling her body convulse slightly as she gagged and choked on his length. Her eyes remained closed, her mind still lost in the oblivion of unconsciousness, but her body responded involuntarily to the intrusion.

Her cheeks hollowed out as he began to pump in and out of her mouth, the sound of her gagging reflexes echoing off the cell. The salt from his sweat mingled with the saliva that pooled around his cock, creating a slick sheen that only served to enhance his pleasure. Nami's body lay there, a limp ragdoll in his grasp, her only protests the muffled sounds of her **** and gasping for air.

The Vice Admiral's eyes were glazed over with desire, his movements becoming more erratic and forceful as he approached his second climax. Each time he pulled back, he would watch the strings of saliva and cum stretch from his cock to her mouth before plunging back in again, the sight making him groan with pleasure. The room was filled with the smell of sex and power, a heady mix that only served to fuel his depraved actions.

Nami's eyes snapped open as she began to regain consciousness, her pupils wide with shock and horror as she realized what was happening. Her hands, still cuffed behind her back, made futile attempts to push him away. She could feel the bile rising in her throat, the panic setting in as she struggled for air. Her eyes watered, and she could taste the saltiness of his cum as it slid down her throat, **** her.

John Doe's thrusts grew more erratic, his breath coming in ragged pants as he felt the warm wetness of her mouth tightening around his cock. He paid no heed to her distress, only caring about his own pleasure. His hands moved from her waist to her neck, gripping tightly as he **** her to take him deeper, the sound of her **** only adding to his excitement. The power dynamic was clear, and he reveled in it, the pirate's pride and strength stripped away, leaving only fear and submission.

Nami's eyes watered profusely, her cheeks reddening from the lack of oxygen as she desperately tried to gasp for air around his thick member. Her eyes pleaded for mercy, but the only response she received was a sadistic sneer from the Vice Admiral. He could see the terror in her gaze and knew that she was fully aware of her predicament, which only made him more aroused. He quickened his pace, his cock sliding in and out of her mouth like a piston in a well-oiled machine.

Her tongue was **** to dance around his shaft as he pushed deeper, the salty taste of his cum mixing with her own saliva. Nami's mind raced, trying to come up with a plan, any way to escape this nightmare. But with each passing moment, her strength waned, and the world grew fuzzier around the edges. The handcuffs bit into her wrists, a constant reminder of her helplessness.

The Vice Admiral's eyes rolled back in his head as he reached climax once more, flooding her mouth with his seed. He held her there for a moment, relishing the feel of her struggling against him before finally releasing her. Nami coughed and sputtered, her chest heaving as she desperately tried to catch her breath.

John Doe stepped back, watching her with a smug satisfaction. He knew that the fear in her eyes was not just from the suffocation but from the realization of her utter helplessness. He wiped his cock with a cloth and tucked it back into his pants, leaving Nami sprawled on the floor, a mess of cum and saliva.