Not Yet

Princess Vivi of Alabasta shut her eyes to block out the sight in front of her. There were some things the human brain simply could not process and stay sane. Igaram, Captain of the Alabasta Royal guard dressed as her, was one such thing. The man looked like a shaved gorilla at the best of times. Dressed as Vivi, the sight left mental scars that might never fade.

Closing her eyes was the only thing she could do. She was currently naked and hog-tied with her wrists tied to her ankles behind her back while her bare breasts and belly pressed into the hard stones of the wharf where the current meeting between Igaram and the pirates was taking place. She had some pretty harsh feelings about the topic. Which was likely why she was ball-gagged. Neither Igaram or her new owner Sanji wanted her to throw a spanner into the works.

As Vivi listened with mingled anger and shame while chewing on the gag that prevented her from speaking, Ingram explained how he would set sail in an open boat with some decoy dummies and lead off the unluckies, who were almost certainly flying oversight if Ms. Valentine’s day and Mr. Five were here. They were Crocodile’s eyes and ears and there was no question he would have them scouring Whiskey peak looking for Vivi. Ingram’s plan might have actually been a good one, if there was even a minimum chance anyone with eyes could mistake him for her. As it was, all it did was split their resources and left her in the power of the man Ingram had sold her too.

The memory of being sold for a measly ten berri caused her to redouble her efforts to chew through her gag so she could berate the man she had trusted to hold her leash, and not take advantage of the power it gave him. And what had he done with that power? He had sold her to a lecher who had instantly started molesting her, right after hogtying her. It was pure luck she was still a virgin. At least Ingram had remembered to put some restrictions on her ownership. Alabasta law didn’t allow unrestricted sexual use of a **** without her consent, but what the law allowed and what actually went on was two different things. That was especially true when her new owner wasn’t a resident of the kingdom. But Sanji had been perfectly content to promise that he would never dream of making use of any part of her perfect body without her express consent. Vivi didn’t trust that promise further than she could throw the chef. He had proven himself to be a letcher of the first water, and was a pirate. Though to be fair he and his crewmates were the most un-pirate like pirates Vivi had ever heard of.

Not that her new owner would survive taking her virginity should he choose to disregard his promise. She had a very unique chastity device inside her vagina fashioned from sea-stone. Any man who dared breach her virginity was in for one hell of a surprise. One that would be as short lived as him.

Mind you, if he was smart enough to investigate for traps, and tried to remove the device it would be her who would pay the price for allowing any male to gain that much access to her. Any attempt to remove her chastity device would activate the nuclear option and insure that she would not produce a by-blow that might destabilize the throne down the line. Because her father loved her the final solution would not be fatal to her, but it would insure she could not be bred against her will, while still retaining the possibility she might pass on her genetics.

This was the fate of a princess. Her womb did not belong to her, but to whoever her father decided to designate his heir. She was just breeding stock to make sure the Nefertari line did not die out. She should be thankful she did not have a brother. It was far from uncommon in her family line for a brother to marry a sister. Though to be fair that had not happened for several centuries.

Not that her father didn’t love her, he did, deeply. But that was her father, not the King of Alabasta. The king could not allow sentimentality to stand in the way of ensuring their family bloodline continued. The Nefertari line had ruled Alabasta since before the void century. How long was lost, just like all other history prior to that event eight hundred years previously.

Vivi wondered how her father would feel if he were to discover how often she contemplated shattering the small object deep inside her cunt of her own volition. The freedom such an action would grant her was tempting beyond belief. For more than one reason. It was only her sense of duty to her country, and her love for her father that stopped her from giving in to the urge.

Seeing Nami dressed in a more than skin tight black body-stocking didn’t help matters in the least. Skinship between females was common and un-remarked on, but the feelings Nami’s appearance invoked in Vivi went way beyond skinship. And Nami was hardly the only challenge to Vivi's willpower, just the most blatant. There was the very stiff and oh so proper Tashigi, the exuberant bunny girl, Carrot, and the rather mysterious red-head, Ranma. Who was the first to speak after Igaram sailed over the horizon.

“Please tell me there is a devil fruit out there that allows its user to erase memories. I don’t think I can stand retaining that image for the rest of my life,” The small red-headed girl begged, scrubbing at her eyes with the palms of her hands. I thought my old man was ugly after a week-long bender, but I think I’m scared for life from seeing that guy dressed like Vivi.” At the mention of her name, the eyes of all the pirates present turned toward her, and Sanji was not the only one to sport a visible erection under his pants.

Vivi felt a chill run down her bare spine. With Igaram gone, so too was the last vestige of her own culture. While that hadn’t really offered her much protection on her perilous quest, it had been comforting. Now she was fully in the power of these pirates with no one to advocate for her. Even if the lecherous bastard Igaram had sold her to keep up his end of the bargain, Nami had made it clear on the roof that he could easily be overridden by his superiors. It could be that his captain would choose to totally ignore the bargain Sanji had made with Igaram and decide to turn her into his personal cum-sock. He wouldn’t survive the experience,of course, but her fate would be dire. She shuddered at how his crew would react to finding his corpse between her legs. And there would be no escaping them. She’d be trapped on their ship with no way to flee.

The scrawny excuse for a pirate captain was even now listening to Nami as she whispered something into his ear. The orange-haired girl had to bend forward slightly to do it, and that caused her pendulous breasts to sway slightly inside the thin silk of her body stocking. Any other time Vivi would have savored the sight, but she was too worried about what Nami was saying. Whatever she had told her captain did not make him happy. The glare he shot in Vivi’s direction almost made her pee herself.

Before the captain could open his mouth and condemn her to who knew what fate, Vivi was suddenly snatched off the ground by her bound wrists and ankles with such **** she felt like her shoulders and hips were going to dislocate. The next instant the roadway under her became a blur as she was carried away from the pirates.

Panic shot through Vivi, until she noticed the familiar clawed, and slightly webbed, feet thundering across the road underneath her and realized she’d been ‘rescued’ by her faithful steed, Karoo, a super spotted, pony sized, duck, and one of the fastest creatures in Alabasta. He currently had her tied wrists and ankles slung over his lower bill as he carried her away.

Vivi found there was a big difference between riding on Karoo’s back and being carried by his beak. His powerful legs were excellent shock absorbers, but his head tended to bob as he ran and right now she was being jolted up and down with every step he took. Her large breasts flopped wildly and felt ten times their usual size as they yanked at her chest and slapped against the bottom of her chin. Her breath gusted out on either side of the ball-gag and through her nose and she was sure her limbs were about to be ripped off.

A sudden snarling roar right in front of them caused Karoo to dig in his feet and slid, causing Vivi to swing out like a pendulum until she found herself face to face the wide open maw of a giant red fox that from this perspective looked big enough to swallow her entire body in one gulp.

Karoo turned tail and gave the fox a kick right on the tip of its nose as he took off back the way he had come, only to pull up as he found himself facing Mr. Bushido, Zoro, grinning and with a sword in each hand.

“Look’s like we’ll be having duck for dinner, Luffy,” he said.

“Sheshesheshe,” The pirate captain hissed as he jumped down from above to land next to Mr. Bushido. “Sanji, do you have a good recipe for duck?”

“Fried, roasted, or grilled?” Sanji asked as he casually stepped up beside Luffy. “Personally, I prefer spit-roasted alive, to punish the pervert duck for stealing my **** girl.”

“No!” Luffy said, turning to glare at Sanji. “Nami told me you bought her. That’s cool. You saved her. But she doesn’t belong to you. We don’t have slaves in our crew!”

Sanji grinned at Luffy. He took a drag on his cigarette and then said, “Wouldn’t have it any other way, captain. A beautiful bird like our Vivi deserves to fly free and not be locked in a cage, no matter how gilded.”

A feeling of horror filled Vivi, sending a burst of nausea through her belly. Oh, god. They were going to manumit her! For a woman of Alabasta there was no more shameful thing. Manumism was a punishment reserved for the worst of the worst. It said that you had no value, that you were not to be trusted, that you were unclean. Women who were freed either left the country, if they could, or took their own lives. Fortunately it took truly **** acts to justify such an action, and justified they had to be. Otherwise the threat of freeing a **** girl would be the ultimate act of ****. A **** would do anything to avoid such a fate.

Sanji blew a big puff of smoke, and then said. “But captain, being free means you get to decide what you are. Do we have the right to tell the beautiful and resplendent Vivi that she can’t be a ****?”

The straw hat boy cocked his head to the side, a strained look on his face as he **** himself to think. Vivi found herself holding her breath. At last he spoke in a puzzled tone. “Well, that sounds weird. But if that’s what she wants I don’t got the right to tell her she can’t be one. I guess it's sort of like that game of tag Ranma wants to play with us before we get to fuck her.”

Vivi sagged in relief, as best she could in her current position. Thank goodness. She looked at Sanji through eyes blurred with tears of gratitude. He might be a pervert, but he had preserved her reputation. Even though she was not normally inclined in that way she'd happily serve him in all the ways possible for her to do so within the restrictions she was under. If he wanted to use her mouth for relief, it was his, and she’d even warn him, once, if he forgot his promise to Igaram to not make use of her vagina, instead of letting him kill himself trying.

Luffy shrugged his shoulders as if dismissing the weirdness of some people and turned his gaze back on Karoo. Drool started to trickle out of the corner of his mouth. “I think roast duck would be tasty.”

Vivi once again felt terror, this time for her friend. She rocked back and forth while making grunting noises in an effort to draw their attention. Unfortunately from the look in Sanji’s eyes it was clear he thought she was trying to escape from Karoo.

“Hold on, Luffy,” Ranma said, stepping between Karoo and the rest of the pirate crew.

“You can’t have it all to yourself!” Luffy quickly said.

Vivi calmed her motions and instead tried to tell them with just her eyes that Karoo was not a threat, but the way the duck was weaving his head back and forth made it impossible. Even if they weren’t totally clueless to start with.

Ranma shook her head. “Not what I was getting at. Not that the idea of roast duck doesn’t appeal,” the red-head said. The next instant she ducked away from a powerful kick from Karoo.

“And it’s getting more appealing by the minute,” Ranma continued as she somersaulted into the air and landed an axe-kick on the top of Karoo’s head that **** him to drop Vivi.

Vivi barely had time to brace herself for the impact when Sanji stuck out a leg and caught her belly on the arch of his foot, tossing her up in the air and snagging hold of the ties holding her wrists and ankles together, leaving her dangling from his hand in the same position she’d just been in hanging from Karoo’s beak. She felt like a piece of luggage.

Sanji must have sensed her feelings because he quickly spoke up. “I apologize, Vivi-Chwan. But, I’m afraid I don’t trust myself to take you in my arms as you deserve. Nami-chawn was most definite in her instructions and no matter how much I burn to enjoy your charms I’m afraid we shall have to wait till her heart softens and she allows us to consummate our love.”

Vivi urped and swallowed the bile that rose in her throat. Her good feelings toward Sanji were rapidly being replaced by her earlier feelings for the letcher.

Vivi wasn’t the only one who took issue with Sanji’s declaration. “Qkwaaak!” Karoo bellowed and tried to lunge at Sanji. only to get tripped up by Ranma. The girl swung herself up into the saddle Karoo was wearing and hooked her arm around his neck while her other hand grabbed his beak and pulled, twisting his head around to the point where he was looking straight back at her.

Vivi screamed into her gag for them to let Karoo go, that he was only trying to protect her, but the ball gag in her mouth did not allow anything but muffled sounds to emerge.

“All it takes is one quick jerk, and I snap your neck! So settle down!” Ranma hissed into Karoo’s ear.

Karoo went still, though his eyes were still locked on Vivi, and the pirate holding her as if she were a suitcase. If looks could kill, the chef would be pushing up daisies.

“You shouldn’t play with our food, Ranma. That’s cruel,” Luffy protested.

Ranma shook her head, while keeping her grip firm. “Just hold on a minute, Luffy. He might not be on the menu. Think about Naruto and Carrot. Neither the fox or the bunny are on our menu. Just because it looks like a duck and quacks like a duck doesn’t mean it is a duck. Not in this crazy place.”

Ranma turns her attention to the duck. “Listen carefully. If you’re a fruit user, you have ten seconds to turn back into a human, or duck is going on the menu.” Ranma said in a firm voice.

“You’re all idiots!” Nami yelled at the entire group. She bent over, dangling her breasts right in front of Vivi's eyes, as she unbuckled the ball gag, keeping the girl silent.

“Karoo is mine! Don’t hurt him!” Vivi screamed as loud as she could the instant she could do so.

“Boo,” Luffy pouted. He turned to Sanji and said, “I’m going to go get some meat for you to cook.” Before anyone could protest that they needed to set sail, he bounded off looking for something Sanji could cook. Given all the free range chickens and pigs wandering around the partially destroyed town no one doubted he’d be back soon.

Sanji handed Vivi to Nami and went to prepare a barbecue pit to cook the food Luffy would shortly be bringing.

Some minutes later Vivi was free of her bondage. After a couple of hours of such restrictive restraint her legs and arms felt like they were made out of rubber and she needed the help of Carrot and Ranma to move into one of the partially destroyed homes where they sat her down at a kitchen table while Nami changed out of her stealth outfit and into her normal short skirt and crop top.

Vivi was proud of the way she retained a casual air while watching Nami out of the corner of her eyes. How she’d love to get her hands on those firm round globes, while stroking her fingers along that perfect split peach between Nami’s legs. If only she were a man, she’d add Nami to her harem in a heartbeat. The combination of intellect and beauty that Nami possessed would make her a valuable addition to any royal harem.

Vivi was so lost in her daydreams that she wasn’t even aware of Nami sitting down across from her till the other girl spoke. “I need you to tell us exactly what Sanji has signed us up for. I swear if you lie to me I’ll roast you in place of that duck of yours.”

“The only thing I need from you is to get me to the royal capital so I can inform my father of what I have discovered.” Vivi told the— far too attractive for Vivi’s good—navigator.

“That’s all? Just a nice little cruise from here to your home port. Bullshit! How about telling me about who is going to be trying to stop us from doing that! Who was Igaram afraid of? Why did he pull that ridiculous stunt? I want to know everything you know about Baroque Works!”

Vivi opened her mouth to talk, but before she could get a word out the bunny-girl, Carrot, burst into the room, dragging Mr. Bushido along with her. Much to his annoyance.

‘Zoro yelled, “You crazy puff-tail! What the fuck are you doing?”

In reply Carrot pointed a finger at Nami and demanded of Zoro. “Tell Nami that Sanji can garchu with me!”

Zoro glared at Nami while futilely trying to pry Carrot’s hand off his wrist. “Do you want to tell me what this crazy cotton-tail is talking about?”

Nami gave an exasperated sigh and said, “The whole reason we are locked into going to Alabasta is because Sanji went all white knight and committed us to taking the princess here home, all on his own. So I told him that he was cut off from the cabin girls and I’d be taking care of his minimum servicing for the near future.”

Zoro frowned as he worked his way through Nami’s words, and then a vicious grin appeared on his face. “So the shit-cook was thinking with his balls, and you put a leash on them as punishment! Good for you, witch.”

Carrot pouted and yelled out, “No! Not good! I want to garchu with Sanji!”

“You still can, Carrot,” Nami assured her. “Ranma suggested that he could garchu with either one of you, as long as he could take you down in a fight.” She was sporting a grin just as evil as the one Zoro was wearing as she said this.

As for Zoro, his smile grew possibly even more diabolical. Any befuddlement Vivi might have had as to why the two crew-members seemed so happy was answered with Carrot’s reaction to Nami’s words.

Carrot stomped the floor with a hind-paw, causing the planks in the floor to jump slightly. “I know that. I asked him to fight with me. He told me he wouldn’t dream of fighting a lady.”

“Then ask Naruto to garchu with you. I know he’d love to spar with you. You don’t even have to make him win, just make him sweat,” Nami told her.

Carrot pouted, “But I want to garchu with Sanji. He always gives me a nice big carrot when he is done.”

“Would a nice big carrot right now shut you up!” Zoro growled as he leaned against the wall of the room and unfastened the front of his pants, allowing his huge cock to fall out. Zoro was not acting in the manner of a man eager to have his balls drained. His actions were more along the lines of an annoyed adult handing a bored child a toy to keep her quiet while the adults talked.

“Oooohhh, garchu!” Carrot cried happily as she fell to her knees and began to lavish the large male member between Zoro’s legs with kisses. Zoro’s cock rapidly swelled to it’s full dimensions under Carrot’s diligent care and she soon left off merely licking it to engulf the entire head in her mouth. Soon her ears were flopping back and forth as she bobbed up and down on the massive dick, the tips brushing against Zoro’s shirt covered belly with each downward swallow. The soft “Guck, guck, guck” sound of Carrot’s slight gagging filled the room.

Vivi found herself swallowing nervously as she found it impossible to look away from the sight of the smallish bunny-girl making a determined effort to swallow a cock that had to be nearly as long as her forearm with a tip as big as her fist. Her pelvis clenched as she recalled watching Zoro pinning Ranma to the deck with her legs tossed over his shoulders as he drove that weapon up to the balls in her distended cunt, his big balls slapping cadence on her ass as he thrust in and out of her hard enough to make the planks under her ass creak from the strain.

How Carrot and Ranma could handle the Straw-hat men was a constant source of amazement to her. She was sure that even the smallest of the men, which was Naruto, would split her in half if he was to make use of her body in the same casual way he did with the two cabin girls. And while she hadn’t witnessed it, she had heard that Ranma had even been fucked by Naruto’s Zoan form.

“Eyes front!” Vivi was snapped out of her mesmerized state by Nami’s angry voice. She snapped her eyes away from where Carrot was working hard to swallow every inch of Zoro’s cock to the face of the Orange-haired girl, which was slightly flushed as she avoided looking toward Zoro.

“You could have taken Carrot somewhere else to do that, Zoro,” Nami said, her voice slightly raised to be heard over the, “Huk, huk, huk!” sounds the bunny-girl was making.

“I want to hear what we might be facing in Alabasta as well. I take it you’re not going to try and talk Luffy out of going there.”

“Do you think I could?” Nami said with a frustrated expression.

“Not a chance in the world since the old man came down with an attack of honesty and told Luffy how dangerous it might be, and how we might be attacked at any minute.”

“I don’t think it was honesty so much as it was him wanting to make sure that Luffy kept his eyes open. That stupid brawl you two had impressed the fuck out of him. But, I’m a bit scared that he didn’t think you’d be able to handle the better fighters in the organizations. Especially their mysterious leader. Mr. Zero was it. Pretentious bastard. I wonder who he is when he’s at home?”

“Crocodile. One of the seven warlords of the sea.” Vivi said offhandedly. Her eyes had been drawn back to where Carrot had finally managed to deep-throat Zoro and she was currently humming happily around the blockade in her throat as his hairy balls nestled on her soft furry chin. As such Vivi was only half-aware of the conversation between Nami and Zoro.

It took a few seconds, but Vivi finally noticed that both Zoro and Nami were staring at her with wide eyes. Nami’s were filled with dread, while Zoro’s expression held a trace of excitement.

“You’re right, witch. There is no way that you’ll be able to talk Luffy out of going to Alabasta. Not if going means he gets to face off against a Warlord.”

“Warlord! What do you mean, Warlord?” Vivi said in a panicked voice. Then she rewound her memory a few seconds and her face paled as she realized what she had let slip. “Forget I said that. Never let anyone know you know Mr. Zero’s true name! It’s an automatic **** sentence if he finds out, you know?”

“Oooh, interesting,” Nami said, trying to look like she wasn’t freaked out. “So if we’re fighting with members of Baroque works all we have to do is shout out. “Scram! Or I’ll tell you Mr. Zero’s real name!” And they’ll get the hell out of my face before I can?”

Vivi’s head started to hurt as she tried to parse the situation Nami had presented.

Zoro had in the meantime gripped both of Carrot’s ears at the base, and was using them as a handhold to pump her head up and down on his cock, increasing the sound level in the room as she gagged and choked on his oversized endowment. In a voice loud enough to be heard, but in no other way displaying any effect from Carrot’s actions, Zoro said. “Nah. I think we need to find a nice big public square and use a loudspeaker to announce it to everyone in hearing distance.”

“A good point,” Nami conceded. “Trying to keep it a secret plays into his hands. He clearly has a good reason for not letting it get found out. Letting as many people as possible know, as fast as possible, the truth, relegates us to the status of minnows in a school of fish. The more targets Crocodile has to silence, the less practical it becomes. And after a certain point killing off people who know just confirms that it’s the truth.” By the time Nami was finished she was looking far more confident than when she had started out.

“Of course as long as all the people who know are trapped on a single boat, or even on a single isolated island with a very small population, it will still be worth his while to make an effort to keep his secret.” Zoro gave Nami an evil grin, clearly delighting in seeing her face pale again. At the same time he jammed Carrot’s head all the way down on his shaft and blew a big load of cum straight into her belly.

“We need to get off this island as fast as possible! We’re sitting ducks as long as we stay here. We will be much harder to find at sea out of sight of land.” Nami snapped out, gathering up all her belongings and grabbing hold of Vivi’s hand in order to pull her toward the door.

Zoro was far more casual. He slowly lifted Carrot’s head, drawing his cock out from between her lips an inch at a time. Despite the ruthless way he had just used the girl, she was showing no inclination of wanting him to stop doing so and was eagerly sucking on him in an effort to swallow down every drop of seed he had.

When at last Zoro’s cock popped free of Carrot’s mouth, she looked up at Zoro with a rather dazed, but happy expression. “Zoro is almost as good as Sanji at garchu,” she burbled happily, sperm bubbles appearing and popping at the corner of her mouth.

Zoro’s face clouded up slightly at Carrot’s words, and Vivi got the impression he was about to have another go at showing Carrot who was best at garchu, whatever that was. However, before he could carry out his intent, Nami snapped out. “Save it for when we are at sea, numb nuts. We need to gather up everyone and get the fuck out of town before Mr. Zero decides to blow it off the map. I wouldn’t put it past the bastard to have the entire town mined if he’s that paranoid.”

Zoro’s casual attitude vanished, and a serious look appeared on his face. “Luffy is likely wherever the shit cook is cooking. We just have to follow the smell. Odds are that Ranma is there. Her gut is almost as bottomless as Luffy’s. Usopp and Naruto will be there. I just hope Tashigi isn’t off somewhere having a crisis of conscience, again.”

Nami gave Zoro an annoyed look. “I wish you’d fuck the poor girl and get it over with. You have to know how much she wants you too.”

Zoro’s expression turned stone-like. “Not talking about it,” he said flatley. He snatched up Carrot, who was in the process of wiping Zoro’s spilled spunk off her chin with her fingers and sucking them clean, and tossed her over his shoulder. Taking a firm grip on her tail he headed out the door.

author's note[I'm working on two stories. This one, and "Those Fucking Aliens" which one I choose to focus on will depend on the feedback I get.]