Luffy on the Scaffold

I looked down at Desire, who was still draped against me with one arm around my waist and her enormous bare tits flattened comfortably against my side. Her red hair was disordered from kneeling between my legs, her lips remained wet, and the steel pipe she had spent much of the afternoon rubbing through her cleavage hung loosely from her other hand.

Behind us, Barto was fastening his trousers while the merchant remained sprawled over the counter, her skirt bunched around her waist and his cum shining across her broad ass. She looked exhausted but pleasantly so, which meant I could leave without acquiring another problem.

“I said, are you hiring long-term, boss?” Desire asked again.

I considered the question. Desire had been useful, enthusiastic, and attractive enough to distract me during situations when I desperately needed to pay attention. Barto was a seven-foot punk with teeth like broken glass, an eagerness to fuck anything warm, and enough loyalty to call me boss after knowing me for less than an hour.

Those were practically officer qualifications aboard the Big Top.

Before I could answer, thunder struck somewhere close enough to shake the shop windows. The glass rattled in its frame, the merchant flinched against the counter, and the first hard drops of rain began tapping against the roof.

A moment later, a distant voice rose above the storm.

“PUBLIC EXECUTION!”

Another voice took up the cry farther down the street. “STRAW HAT LUFFY AT THE PLATFORM!”

I shut my eyes.

Alvida had told me not to miss whatever happened at the scaffold. I had promised I would meet her there. Since then, I had convinced a Marine swordswoman to become my tour guide, fucked Tashigi at a cafe, chased her onto Roger’s scaffold, bent her over the railing, and fucked her in front of half the square. After that, I had found Nami, fucked her, lost my earrings, chased her through half of Loguetown, recovered them, collected a new sword, hired two thugs, fucked Nami again, watched Barto fuck a merchant, and let Desire spend a respectable amount of time learning my cock with her mouth.

I had been busy.

“Shit.”

Desire glanced toward the window. “Friend of yours getting executed?”

“Friend of my captain’s. Well sworn enemy really. Depends how generous she’s feeling.” I pulled my trousers into place, tucked myself away, and secured the sword at my hip.

Barto finished dressing and gave the merchant’s ass one final slap. “So, about the job?”

“You two were working for me today,” I said. “Long-term means working for Alvida. She’s the captain.”

Desire’s eyebrows rose. “Alvida?”

“The pirate with the iron club,” Barto said. “Heard the name once or twice.”

“What’s she like?” Desire asked.

“Confident.”

Desire waited for more. When none came, she snorted and pushed away from me, making her heavy breasts lift and settle. “Guess we’ll find out.”

The merchant finally managed to raise her head. Her cheek stuck briefly to the counter before she peeled it free, blinking at us with unfocused eyes. Between being fucked senseless by Barto and having her face pressed against the wood, she clearly knew no more about what was happening outside than we did.

I gave her a cheerful nod. “See? Everyone walks away happy.”

She looked at the cum dripping down her ass, then at the wreckage around her shop. “Get out. And close the door.”

It sounded affectionate enough.

We stepped into a city already changing beneath the storm. The pleasant afternoon light had vanished, replaced by dark clouds that rolled over Loguetown in thick, bruised layers. Wind tore loose paper from walls, sent hats tumbling through intersections, and made Desire’s bare breasts sway violently enough to distract everyone we passed.

We did not need directions. The crowd itself carried us toward Roger’s platform.

Shopkeepers abandoned counters. Sailors pushed through alleys. Tourists shouted questions while locals answered with increasingly exaggerated versions of events. By the time we reached the execution square, Buggy had apparently captured Straw Hat Luffy in single combat, defeated an entire Marine battalion, and declared himself the new Pirate King.

“Buggy didn’t do any of that,” I said.

Barto glanced down at me. “You know the clown?”

“I live on his ship.”

He barked a laugh. “You’re full of surprises, boss.”

“So are you, probably.” I had hired him without asking whether he knew how to do anything besides loom over people and fuck used shopkeepers (well, wait, I’d made him like to do that). At the time, that had seemed sufficient.

The execution square was packed. People crowded the streets, balconies, windows, roofs, and vendor carts. Rain spattered the cheaply printed execution notices being passed overhead and ran in dark streams down the scaffold’s weathered wood.

Roger’s platform towered above it all.

I had seen it from much closer that morning. Tashigi had been bent over that railing with my cock buried in her, loudly declaring exactly why she was cumming while half of Loguetown cheered. Now Buggy stood on the same boards in his captain’s coat, one boot planted beside a wooden restraint holding a young man in a straw hat.

Luffy.

He was grinning up at Buggy as if the sword in the clown’s hand were part of the entertainment.

Cabaji guarded the platform on his dumb unicycle with his sword out. Buggy’s scattered pirates formed an uneven line across the front of the crowd. No sign of Mohji and Richie oddly enough. Marines watched from the surrounding streets but had not moved yet. Smoker stood on the edge of a rooftop, his white hair snapping in the wind and two cigars burning beneath the brim of his expression.

Then I spotted Alvida near the base of the scaffold.

Her shore clothes were gone because she was actively ‘pirating’. She wore only her broad white hat and an open cloak, with her iron club balanced across one naked shoulder. Rain gleamed across her breasts, stomach, bare hips, and smooth thighs before slipping from her skin. Even with an execution about to happen above her, more than a few people were watching Alvida instead, practically with hearts in their eyes they were so smitten.

Her gaze found me.

Alvida pushed off with one super-smooth bare foot and skated across the flooded stones. Her cloak streamed behind her naked body as she curved between the crowd, glided around and coasted to a stop directly in front of me.

Barto stared.

His jaw fell open, and enormous hearts seemed to swell over his pupils. “That’s Alvida?”

Desire’s steel pipe slipped from her fingers and struck the street with a metallic clang. Her blue eyes moved from Alvida’s face down her rain-slick body, lingering upon her naked breasts and the bare slit between her thighs.

“That’s Captain Alvida,” I said.

“Yeah,” Desire murmured, retrieving her pipe without looking away. “I can work with that.”

Alvida’s eyes traveled over Barto, paused upon Desire’s enormous bare tits, and finally settled upon the damp patch at the front of my trousers.

“You’re late.”

“I had errands.”

She snorted, “You smell like a brothel.”

“Successful errands.”

“Uh huh.”

She caught me by the front of my shirt and kissed me before I could offer a better defense. Her tongue pushed into my mouth, one hand closed possessively around my ass, and her naked body pressed flush against me. Her wet breasts flattened against my chest while one smooth thigh slid between mine.

Barto’s heart-filled eyes grew larger.

“Boss,” he whispered, “why the hell didn’t you lead with this?”

Desire had recovered her pipe, but not her composure. “I was already interested in the job. Now I’m insulted you only hired us for the day.”

Alvida released my mouth but kept me tucked firmly against her naked side. “Who are they?”

“Barto and Desire. I hired them as bodyguards.”

“You hired them,” she repeated.

Barto straightened so quickly that his spine cracked. “That’s right, Captain. Boss has a good eye for talent.”

Desire planted the end of her pipe against the stones. “He said long-term work means joining your crew.”

“And?”

“I’m interested.”

Alvida looked her over. Desire’s shameless nudity clearly earned her some approval, but then Alvida’s gaze settled upon her tits. Alvida stood a full eight inches taller, yet Desire’s breasts were still large enough to invite comparison.

Her eyes narrowed slightly.

Desire noticed. She rolled the pipe through her cleavage and smiled.

Alvida tightened her arm around me. “If he hired you, you’re my crew. He belongs to me.”

“I mean actually, she belongs to me. I can fuck whoever I want.”

Desire grinned, “Clearly.”

Barto struck one fist against his chest. “Works for me, Captain.”

Alvida pointed her club toward him. “You stand on his left and stop anything that comes near him.” She turned the club toward Desire. “You stand on his right. Got to keep this idiot from getting killed in this mess. And what’s that flashy piece of crap on your hip? I sent you your cutlass..”

Desire stepped into place. “Aye, Captain.”

There was no negotiation. Alvida had spoken, and our group settled around her command as I looked suspiciously down at the really cool looking sword I’d taken from that armshop.

Scowling I let it drop and nodded toward the scaffold. “Why is Straw Hat in the execution collar?”

“Buggy caught him sightseeing.”

“Of course he did.”

Above us, Luffy pulled experimentally against the restraint, found it solid, and laughed. Buggy strode toward the edge of the platform with his sword raised while lightning flickered through the clouds behind him.

“People of Loguetown!” he bellowed. “You came to see the place where the Pirate King died. Now you get to watch the death of the East Blue’s newest little celebrity!”

The crowd roared.

Luffy kept grinning.

Buggy spread his arms, savoring every eye upon him.

“Straw Hat Luffy will be executed by the great Captain Buggy!”