Alvida Checks on the New Recruits

Alvida shouldered the cabin door shut and stood with one hand against it, listening to the ship creak around her. She pushed back the broad brim of her white hat. Her coat hung open over her otherwise naked body, rainwater dripping from its hem onto the planks. Her arms ached from working the Big Top through the storm, her head still rang with Buggy's shouting, and she had reached the point where another complaint might earn somebody a trip over the rail. She wanted a bed. Better yet, she wanted to sprawl across it and let Tsujo do the work for once, fucking her while she lay there like a dockside whore until she came herself to sleep.

Then she saw the three naked bodies sprawled across the mattress and remembered the two new recruits.

Apparently, guarding her first mate had been exhausting work. Barto had collapsed beside him, and Desire lay on her side with her red hair scattered across the bedding. They had spent the escape down here fucking themselves stupid while Alvida kept the ship alive. Her mouth tightened as she took in the rumpled blankets and the comfortable tangle they had made of themselves, but her attention caught on Tsujo before she could decide which minion deserved waking first.

Tsujo lay face down, his lean, wiry frame at odds with the thick, flaccid cock sprawled between his spread legs like a serpent. Its bulk had forced his enormous scrotum up from between his thighs, leaving the loose sack pooled beneath his ass and across the backs of his thighs. Two heavy, rounded bulges stretched the skin, dragging it down with the weight of cannonballs. Absurd, obscene, and far too hot to ignore. Alvida kept staring.

In contrast Barto sprawled nearby, a big, rangy bastard whose broad shoulders and hard muscle made Tsujo look every inch the scrawny cabin boy. But his soft cock and balls were the usual little worm and coin purse; on a body that size they looked almost stingy, and beside Tsujo’s they were pathetic. Alvida’s eyes travelled between them, amused by how differently the two young men had been put together. She considered climbing onto the bed, then looked at the two punks who had enjoyed themselves while she did all the work. They could get up first. She crossed the cabin to plant a bare foot against Barto’s side.

He jerked awake with a startled curse. Alvida slapped Desire's fat tit, sending it jiggling and swaying wildly and bringing her upright, blinking and glaring, then stepped back and folded her arms beneath her breasts. “On your feet, both of you. Stand at attention when your captain's talking to you.”

Barto scrambled off the bed. Desire rose more carefully, taking in Alvida's expression before she reached for her clothes. Barto followed her example, fumbling towards his discarded heap.

“Leave those where they are. You were happy enough rolling around naked while the rest of us worked, so you can just stand there and show off the goods.” Alvida watched their hands stop.

They straightened, confused enough to exchange a glance before Alvida drew their eyes back to her. Barto had gone hard almost as soon as he woke and saw her; Desire's attempt to look composed lasted only until her gaze slipped down Alvida's body again. The hearts in their eyes pleased her. She let them stare while she looked them over in turn.

Desire had some fire in her. Alvida could do without those tits trying to rival her own, and the piercings were ugly, but the woman had shown she could hold her ground when the fighting started. Alvida had never particularly liked other women in her crew. Still, she had agreed to let Tsujo collect himself a little harem of whores, and she supposed this one would do. There were worse things to have aboard than a woman who could fight and had the proper fashion sense to keep her tits out.

Barto was a tall bastard with ugly teeth, a ridiculous haircut, and enough muscle to make the rest worth tolerating. He looked like a tough young cuss, even standing there with his mouth half open. Both punks needed proper outfits. Something pink and pretty would improve them considerably; Alvida would see to that before they started giving people the wrong idea about her standards.

“Well,” she said, taking her time over them, noting the redhead’s stiffening nipples, “at least you know how to appreciate your captain. You'll have until Reverse Mountain to decide whether you want to keep doing it. We're heading for the Grand Line, and we're not turning around to drop you off at Loguetown, so don't ask.”

Barto's expression changed enough to show that the destination had reached him through his admiration. “The Grand Line? Shit, Captain, Tsujo hired us for a job in town. We weren't exactly packed for a voyage.”

“Then you should have thought about who you were signing on with. I can put you ashore at Reverse Mountain if you want off. Until then, you work.” Alvida looked between them. “You both look useful enough to make a living at this. I'm rebuilding my crew, and I can guarantee the rewards will be worth getting in on the ground floor.”

Desire swept her hair back and squared her shoulders. “I've got my girls to think about, Captain. We race boats back in Loguetown, and I only take guard work between runs.”

Barto snickered. “You weren't worrying about the girls when you signed up to be the boss's bodyguard-slut for a big-dickgasm.” Desire drove her elbow into his gut hard enough to fold him over, then faced Alvida again while he wheezed.

Alvida gave her a more attentive look. Boat racing was popular across the East Blue. Fishermen raced home with the catch; festival crowds bet on little sailing boats and rowing skiffs, while wealthier competitors entered sleek craft powered by trained sea beasts. Every harbor had its own champions and wagers. The gangs preferred runs after dark, cutting through dangerous channels and knocking rivals off course. Alvida had seen enough of that crowd to know that winning took nerve and a good feel for the water.

“You run a gang, huh?”

“I look after my girls,” Desire said. “They'll be wondering where the hell I've gone.”

“Send them word when we make port.” Desire could scout ahead in a launch or bring a boarding party alongside a prize. If she kept a gang of waterfront punks in line, she could probably get a boat crew working. Give her some time aboard ship and Alvida might have an officer. Barto's Devil Fruit power to make magical walls made him worth keeping, too.

Alvida expected more about the girls, or a question about shares. Barto glanced toward the sleeping Tsujo. “Well, I'm sticking with the boss. If he's going to the Grand Line, I guess that's where I'm going too.”

“My girls can manage until I get word back to them,” Desire said, with an easy nod. “We're sticking with Tsujo.”

Alvida looked from Desire to Tsujo. She smelled one of his Normalities at work. Sticking with Tsujo? they'd both said it.

The woman had just held back over her girls, yet following him to the Grand Line apparently needed no consideration at all. Alvida knew enough about his Devil Fruit to wonder about that. She had always known how useful his power would be for discipline. A few words could make the crew behave, saving her the effort of beating obedience into them, although she enjoyed that part. She could recruit the same way: pick out a good sailor or shipwright who'd never dreamt of piracy, have her boy tell them joining her was normal, and put them straight to work.

“Then you'll answer to me while you're aboard the Big Top. Come here, Barto. Let's see what I've hired.”

Barto stepped forward with the rigid eagerness of a delinquent presenting himself before a famous gang boss. Standing this close, he towered over her, though the difference became meaningless as soon as Alvida seized both his shoulders and turned him around. Her fingers pressed into the dense muscle covering his back. She pulled one arm straight, squeezed his biceps, then spun him back and planted both hands against his chest. Barto stumbled wherever she sent him, astonished that the beautiful woman half a head shorter than him could handle his seven-foot frame like a mannequin.

“You've got plenty of meat on you,” she said, digging her fingers into his stomach. The muscle tightened reflexively beneath her palm. “Young, tough, ugly enough to frighten ordinary people. We'll have to dress you properly. Something pink might make those teeth less offensive.”

“C'mon, Captain, I got a reputation back home,” Barto protested. “You put me in pink and I'll never hear the end of it.”

Desire leaned against the bunk and folded her arms beneath her breasts. “Keep telling him how big and strong he is and he'll wear anything you like. He'll spend the whole trip flexing at his reflection.”

“Shut it, Desire. Captain Alvida knows quality when she sees it.”

Barto tried to broaden his shoulders without appearing to flex. But his dick was still betraying whatever dignity he hoped to preserve. It was still hard since Alvida ordered them out of bed, rising vertically from his groin and clapping against his navel like a trained seal as he continually drank in Alvida’s perfect gorgeous naked body. Clear precum kept welling at the tip, stretched into shining threads by each little bounce.

Alvida reached out, closed her hand around him and felt the young punk's entire body seize. She gave his shaft a firm squeeze, drew the foreskin back, then inspected the exposed head with the practical interest she might have given a new pistol. “Hmmm. Not bad. Before Tsujo, I'd have called this an impressive cock.”

“I d-don’t get no complaints!” Barto insisted, though the words emerged as a strangled croak even as Desire snorted with derision.

“I said you’d do, boy. Don’t get greedy.” Alvida stroked her thumb through the precum and smiled at the wounded look on his face. “That Barrier Fruit is the real prize. The rest of you is a little treat for your captain.”

Desire laughed. “Careful, Barto. You've finally met a woman who thinks your pride is adorable.”

Barto started to answer her. Alvida's hand moved first.

The frictionless skin granted by her Slip-Slip Fruit flew along his cock with unnatural speed. Her dry palm glided from root to head as smoothly as oiled silk, every stroke stripping the skin down and snapping it back over the swollen head without the slightest drag. Barto's retort collapsed into a wet grunt. He reached for Alvida's shoulders to steady himself, but one hand slipped down onto her tit. His fingers closed reflexively, squeezing her breast and pressing her nipple beneath his palm hard enough to send a pleasant tingle through her. Even then, he couldn't get a grip; his hand slid over her smooth skin while she continued working his cock as casually as a sailor hauling a line.

“Captain, fuck, your hand... How're you doing that?”

“That's the Slip-Slip Fruit, idiot. The most beautiful woman on these seas has the smoothest skin, and you ought to be thanking me for letting you touch it.” Alvida accelerated until her fist blurred around him. Barto's hips began bucking helplessly, his ugly face twisting as the pressure built. Alvida watched his balls pull tight, waited until his breath caught, then stopped with her hand resting loosely around his base.

Barto stared down at her. “Why'd you stop?”

“Because I felt like it.”

She let him twitch in her hand until his balls loosened again. Then she started with a slower, firmer stroke, squeezing the head each time it passed through her fist. Barto tried to match her rhythm. Alvida changed it whenever he succeeded, amused by how quickly the swaggering street punk became a stammering pervert under the attention of a beautiful woman. Desire watched with her lips curled in a smirk, though the hearts in her eyes showed that Barto was only half the spectacle occupying her attention.

Alvida walked around behind him without releasing his cock. She wrapped one arm around his chest and planted her breasts against his back, keeping up the rapid strokes until Barto groaned her name. Then she withdrew her hand from his groin entirely. His groan became a startled howl when she shoved one fruit-slick finger into his ass.

His cock fired instantly, sending spurts onto the floor. Alvida tightened her arm around his pecs and hauled him against her, practically bending his much taller body into a bow. She kept her finger pistoning through his orgasm while he convulsed against her, his knees buckling beneath him. His weight settled onto her, but she scarcely shifted her feet, holding the muscular punk upright as easily as she had turned him during her inspection and laughing into his back.

"That's it! Spill it on the floor! I decide when my men stand proud and when they break and cum like filthy little whores!" She declared, enjoying the thrill of dominance over a man, having missed it after losing her crew and little Tsujo turning out to be such a take charge stud in the sack.

Desire’s laughter caught as she watched Alvida support his weight with one arm. Her gaze travelled from Barto’s buckled knees to Alvida’s planted feet, and her grin returned with a distinctly hungry admiration. “Shit, Captain, you folded that big bastard up like a deckchair.” She straightened away from the bunk, giving Alvida an appreciative look before turning her smirk on Barto. “You’re never living this down.”

“You keep your damn mouth shut,” he panted.

“I'm going to tell everyone who'll listen. The great Bartolomeo, terror of Loguetown, defeated by one finger up his ass.”

“She's Alvida!” Barto shot back, finding enough energy to glare at her. “The most beautiful woman in the East Blue could stick her whole fist up there if she wanted!”

Alvida withdrew her finger and slapped his ass hard enough to make him jump. “Careful what you brag about around me, punk. I may decide to test that claim.”

Barto's cock twitched despite having just emptied itself. His expression gave Alvida every reason to believe he hoped she would.

She turned him by the hip until he faced her, looking thoroughly pleased with herself. “I told you the rewards would be worth it. You’ve barely joined my crew and the most beautiful woman on these seas is already spoiling you rotten. You ought to be thanking me.” She caught his chin and lifted it. “My pussy stays Tsujo’s, of course, but you’ve got plenty of other parts I can put to work.”

“Yes, Captain,” Barto said, dazed and eager. “Anything you want.”

“Obviously.”

Alvida left him dripping and turned toward Desire. The redhead straightened as if she meant to meet Alvida's inspection with dignity. That lasted until Alvida stepped close and took both enormous breasts in her hands.

They were even heavier than they looked. Alvida kneaded them from beneath, lifting their weight until Desire's pierced nipples pointed upward, then let them settle and spread across her palms. The flesh overflowed between her fingers. She squeezed harder, pushed the breasts together, and studied the deep cleavage created between them with an irritation she had no intention of acknowledging.

“These piercings are ugly.”

Desire inhaled sharply as Alvida rolled both metal rings between her fingers. “You've spent an awfully long time playing with something you find ugly.”

“I'm examining them. A captain should know whether her crew possesses any useful equipment.”

“And?”

Alvida lifted both breasts again, weighing them against her memory of her own. “They're unnecessarily large.”

“Bigger than yours, you mean.”

“Heavier, perhaps.”

Desire's self-satisfied smile widened. “That's generally how bigger works.”

“Your shape is misleading.” Alvida pressed them together until the pierced nipples nearly touched. “At most, you have half an inch on me.”

“Still bigger.”

Alvida twisted one ring and swallowed Desire's triumphant gasp with a kiss.

She kissed with the same rough entitlement she brought to everything else, one hand buried in Desire's red hair while the other continued kneading her breast. Desire resisted for the length of a heartbeat, enough to preserve her pride, then opened eagerly beneath Alvida's mouth. Her arms slid around Alvida's waist. Alvida dragged her hand down Desire's stomach, squeezed her hip, then cupped her naked pussy. Desire was already wet.

Alvida rubbed her with two fingers and watched the capable, hard-eyed punk struggle to keep her composure. Desire managed a challenging smile even as her thighs spread around Alvida's hand. “You're still jealous of my tits.”

“You're still talking too much.”

The next kiss bent Desire backward over the edge of the bunk. Alvida's fingers worked between her thighs while Desire clutched her shoulders, dreamy heart-shaped eyes staring up into Alvida's face. Alvida enjoyed that look immensely. Desire had girls of her own to order around and a reputation to defend on the waterfront. Alvida could reduce her to this merely by deciding she wanted to.

A movement beside them caught her eye. Barto had recovered enough to become completely hard again, his cock once more standing against his stomach and leaking precum.

“That's promising,” Alvida said. “At least you recover quickly.”

She caught him by the cock and pulled him closer. Barto shuffled after her, bent awkwardly at the waist until Alvida shoved him onto the bunk. She spread his thighs and took him into her mouth in one aggressive descent. All seven inches disappeared easily. His cockhead struck the back of her throat before Barto understood what she was doing.

He cried out and reached for her hair. Alvida pinned his wrist to the mattress and sucked harder, pumping her head along his entire shaft with quick, practiced strokes. Accommodating him required none of the preparation, patience, or effort Tsujo demanded from her. Barto fit inside her mouth so neatly that she could swallow around the head and still press her lips to his green pubic hair.

Barto babbled praise between gasps, his rough Loguetown accent thickening as his thoughts deserted him. Alvida let him ramble. Every frantic declaration about her beauty was perfectly accurate.

She pulled off with a wet pop, gave his cock a few contemptuously easy strokes, then bent lower and sucked both testicles into her mouth. Barto's legs jerked wide. Alvida rolled the pair against her tongue while her slippery hand flew over his shaft, driving him from renewed erection to helpless climax before he could recover from the first. His cock pulsed between her fingers and spilled across his stomach. Alvida kept stroking until the final weak thread dribbled from the head.
When she released his balls, Barto sagged bonelessly against the bed. Alvida wiped her lips with the back of her hand. “Perfectly serviceable. Tsujo could learn something from you about fitting comfortably in a woman's mouth.”

Barto gazed at her as though she had descended from heaven to personally ruin his life. Desire shook her head. “You always did become pathetic around a pretty face, Barto.”

“Pretty?” he demanded. “Look at her! You're sprawled there leaking on her fingers and calling me pathetic?”

Alvida laughed and climbed onto the bed between them. “You can squabble later. I spent the storm keeping this ship off the rocks while the three of you fucked yourselves to sleep. Now your captain is collecting what she earned.”

She pushed Desire flat, straddled her shoulders, and settled her pussy directly over the redhead's face. Desire had enough time to draw one breath before Alvida lowered herself. Her mouth opened against Alvida's slit, tongue sliding up between the smooth lips while Alvida caught a fistful of red hair and established the rhythm herself.

“Get behind me, Barto. Spread my ass and put that ugly tongue to work.”

Barto scrambled off the bunk and knelt behind her. His hands closed around Alvida's smooth buttocks, parting them carefully at first. She pushed backward against him until his face was buried between them. His tongue found her asshole, and his startled hesitation turned quickly into enthusiastic licking.

Alvida rocked between both mouths, grinding her pussy over Desire's lips and nose while Barto lapped at her from behind. Desire's hands settled on her hips, trying to guide her into a rhythm. Alvida seized one wrist and pinned it above the redhead's head. She controlled the pace, dragging herself across Desire's face until her mouth found the right place, then holding her there by the hair.

Her old body had made sitting on a crewman a crushing experience. The Slip-Slip Fruit had left her far lighter, yet the habit remained satisfying. People were useful for carrying things, taking orders, absorbing punishment, and serving as furniture whenever their captain wanted to rest her pussy on a convenient face.

Desire moaned beneath her. The vibration rolled through Alvida's clit. Barto's tongue pressed harder against her asshole as she reached back, grabbed a handful of green hair, and pulled his face deeper between her luscious cheeks. Their eager attention loosened the last knots the storm had left in her body. She rode Desire's mouth faster, using her like a living cushion while Barto clung to her ass and licked with the desperate concentration of a man performing before his personal goddess.

Alvida came with a low, satisfied groan. Her thighs tightened around Desire's head, hips rolling through every pulse while she held both recruits exactly where she wanted them. Desire kept licking until Alvida finally lifted herself away. Barto continued until she pulled him back by the hair.

Desire lay flushed and wet-faced beneath her, breathing hard. Alvida hauled her upright and kissed her deeply, tasting herself on the other woman's tongue. Then she turned, seized Barto by the jaw, and kissed him with equal thoroughness.

When she released them, Barto looked ready to worship the deck beneath her feet. Desire had recovered enough of her composure to give Alvida a crooked smile.

“My tits are still bigger.”

Alvida squeezed one hard enough to make her gasp. “Keep insisting on that and I'll hang weights from those ugly rings until they reach your knees.”

A sleepy voice drifted from the other side of the bed. “Are we torturing the new people already?”

Tsujo lifted his head from the pillow and blinked at the scene. Alvida sat naked between the two recruits, freshly satisfied; Barto wore streaks of his own semen across his torso, and Desire's face remained slick from Alvida riding it.

“They joined the crew,” Alvida told him.

Tsujo stared. “They were temporary bodyguards.”

“Apparently they're sticking with you. Both of them said it like they'd already settled the matter.”

“Huh.” Tsujo looked from Barto's adoring face to Desire's equally incriminating eyes. “I do have a talent for recruiting.”

Alvida caught his ankle and dragged him toward her. “You slept through the hard part. Your recruits warmed me up, but I saved the captain's berth for my first mate.”

Tsujo's enormous cock began stirring between his spread thighs.

His sleepy grin returned. “Now this feels like a proper crew.”