Rubber man does whatever a rubber man can

If Ranma had ever seen a hentai tentacle anime, she’d have been having flashbacks as Luffy’s extended arms wrapped around her upper torso, pinned her arms to her side, and snatched her out of the security of her cabin to do who knows what to her.

As she had proven with Kuro, Ranma’s sense of perception was far faster than the majority of people. As a result the half-second trip from the cabin to Luffy stretched out over a much longer period of time for her than the clock would indicate. This gave Ranma time to take in Luffy’s changed appearance. The most glaring thing was the lack of Luffy’s straw-hat. It was the first time she could remember seeing him not wearing it. Ranma was positive he slept in it. Then there was the oversized black eyepatch covering one of his eyes, with a silver stitched Strawhat pirate emblem in the middle. His face was also decorated with a half-dozen villainous scars drawn on with a dirty stick or something.

“Arrrggh. I’m an evil and wicked pirate and I’m going to wreck your twat,” Luffy yelled out. He spoiled the effect by glancing over at Nami, who was sitting in a folding chair with a cold drink, and a pair of sunglasses perched on top of her head, and wearing nothing else, for confirmation he had gotten the line right. Her reaction was to roll her eyes and take a sip of her drink before pulling down her shades as if she had no interest in the upcoming show.

Ranma could not help but notice that Nami’s golden tanned body had no tan lines, and her skin was currently glistening slightly from a light coating of some sort of lotion. She looked good enough to eat. Then Ranma’s attention snapped back to her own situation.

Luffy’s arms had wrapped three times around Ranma’s torso, each, for a total of six loops the thickness of a medium sized anaconda. Her breasts were compressed between two loops of Luffy’s rubbery flesh, forcing them nearly flat and sending an erotic ache through her chest that only grew more intense when Luffy stretched his arms a little bit more and grabbed her tits firmly in his hands, where he started to knead them like a kid helping his mother make bread. Ranma’s face twisted in discomfort as she struggled to free herself.

Luffy displayed a fascination with her tits that reminded Ranma of her old school friends Daisuke and Hiroshi. It had been nearly impossibly hard sometimes to get their attention when she was a girl. A bra might have fixed the problem, but that wasn’t going to happen, not then, not now, for reasons. His behavior made Ranma remember that Luffy was the youngest member of the crew, despite being the captain. He had set out on his journey the instant he turned eighteen. That was only a month or two ago. Ranma’s eyes widened as she realized that there was a good chance that Luffy was a virgin, despite the freakish biology of this world. And if he was, well no wonder he was so eager for his turn. When would he have had a chance to get his balls drained before now if he’d been at sea all this time without a cabin girl? No wonder he had been so **** to make Ranma his official cabin girl. As captain he got first dibs, and unrestricted access, she assumed. Being captain had to come with some perks, after all. If that were the case it was a minor miracle he’d gone along with a draw to determine who got first shot at Ranma. It also spoke well of his sense of honor.

Ranma frantic heart rate slowed, a bit. She’d felt a bit of performance anxiety with Zoro. She hadn’t been sure she’d be able to measure up to his previous partners, or whatever you called this sort of arrangement. Ranma’s ego really hated it when she was found lacking in some skill, no matter what the category was. But, wanting to be well regarded due to her skill in sex was a new one for her.

Ranma had never had any interest in anything that wasn’t martial arts. The closest she had come to sex was getting ambushed in her bed by a naked amazon, and that had just freaked her out. It certainly had not aroused her. But her encounter with Zoro had shown her that sex between a man and a woman could have a lot in common with a hard sparring session. That realization made her anticipate the life of a cabin girl instead of regarding it in the same light as scrubbing toilets. As in, someone had to do it, but it wasn’t something to enjoy.

Nami had taught Ranma that sex felt good, really good. But Zoro had taught her a much more important lesson just now. That it could push her physical limits. Ranma was all in on that. She was going to have to ‘spar’ with Zoro every chance she got. She was going to master Martial arts sex, that went without saying. As she’d alway said, if it had martial arts in the name, she could do it. Even if she was the only one who called it that.

It was too bad that Usopp didn’t have the ability to really wreck her, but maybe Luffy would push her somewhat. He was certainly off to a good start as the ache in her breasts was sending shockwaves directly to her cunt as he dug his fingers into the soft flesh of her tits and tweaked her nipples with elastic finger flicks that stung as much as being snapped with an elastic band would have. It was grade school stuff, but the constrictor aspect of his arms made her hope better, and harder, was to come.

Ranma decided to encourage Luffy to take this a bit more seriously and kicked him in the face. No gentle nudge either. She’d already witnessed that Luffy had the ability to take a hit that would snap most people’s neck, and barely notice. It was rare for her to have an opponent she didn’t have to hold back on. Ranma’s kick shot Luffy’s head back, causing his neck to stretch a good two feet before it rebounded.

Luffy looked a bit hurt at the unwarranted attack. Not physically hurt, but more along the lines of a kid who’s puppy had just snapped at him when all he wanted to do was hug it and pet it and name it George. He stretched his arms and moved Ranma back out of the range of her short legs. While giving her a look that carried the connotation that said puppy needed to be chastised for being mean. It caused a shiver to run down Ranma’s spine, and a spike of arousal between her legs. Now we’re talking, Ranma thought to herself. Let’s see what you’ve got, pirate captain Luffy.

Ranma smirked at Luffy despite that shiver of fear, or maybe because of it. Acting as if her current helpless state had no meaning she laughed as she said. “Do your worst evil pirate Luffy! I’ll never surrender!” Ranma was somewhat relieved to see the hurt fade from Luffy’s eyes, replaced by a gleam of mischief that said he was up for the game, and would give back as good as he got. She waved her feet in the air, prepared to counter anything Luffy threw at her. If he wanted to face fuck her, he was going to have to move her closer to him. That was when she’d make her move.

“Arrrghhh. We’ll see about that, my fine beauty!” Luffy snarled, and then grinned as he glanced over at Nami to make sure he’d gotten his line right. He got a thumbs up, proving that for all her relaxed attitude and dark as fuck sunglasses, Ranma’s owner was indeed watching.

Ranma waited for another chance to kick Luffy. He made such an interesting punching bag, and one she didn’t have to worry about bursting. But Luffy wasn’t going to give her that chance. He relaxed his arms enough to shift a couple of loops down around her legs and snugged them up, pinning her completely into a nice neat bundle and leaving her as helpless as if she’d been rolled up in a carpet with her head sticking out of one end for easy access. Ranma wiggled for all she was worth, but Luffy’s arms just expanded and contracted with her motion. In fact each time Ranma exhaled they tightened a little bit more, restricting her ability to take in air. Luffy poured on the pressure and Ranma felt her ribs creak as her entire body was constricted. She went limp and focused on breathing as shallowly as possible to avoid giving up any further ground to Luffy while considering her next move.

Ranma hadn’t expected Luffy’s grip to be so tight, or resistant. In the back of her mind she had thought she’d be able to easily stretch his limbs given how elastic they were. But, it seemed that Luffy’s arms only stretched as much as he wanted them to and no more. Her heart beat increased as she realized she didn’t have to pretend like she had with Usopp, or to a lesser degree with Zoro. She really was helpless in Luffy’s grip. This was starting to get exciting, a fact testified to by the increasing warmth between her legs.

“Sheee, Sheee, sheee,” Luffy snickered at seeing the reaction he had gotten from Ranma. He maneuvered the helpless girl so her face was directly in front of him. “Give up?” .

“Never! You’ll never break me!” Ranma retorted. The heat of her reply was somewhat lacking due to the fact she didn’t dare yell at the top of her lungs. The constriction around her chest didn’t allow much air in already. She wasn’t about to give Luffy any more slack. The last thing she wanted was him to knock her out. She wanted to be fully aware and awake to enjoy whatever was coming.

Luffy snickered again, and shifted Ranma so her tits were directly in front of his face. He latched onto a nipple and began to suck for all he was worth. Luffy wasn’t going to settle for just nursing on one of Ranma’s perky tips, however. His mouth expanded and the entire globe was sucked into his oral cavity where he both sucked, and chewed. He wasn’t drawing blood, but that was only because of how tough Ranma was. It was clear that Luffy had evaluated Ranma’s durability even as Ranma had judged his ability to take a hit. What he was doing was tightening his lips so much that he restricted the blood flow to Ranma’s tit. Under his suction it began to swell, slowly changing color as blood pooled in it.

Ranma struggled in her rubber bondage, whether to get away, or push more of her tit into Luffy’s mouth was debatable, but what was not up for question was the intensity of the feelings she was experiencing as her tit was masticated. It was a perfect combination of pain and erotic stimulation. Ranma had been brought up with the firm belief that pain was a very good thing. If it didn’t hurt, it didn’t work. You didn’t get better if you didn’t ache. Pain was a stimulus, and Ranma had already discovered since coming to this sex-crazy world that for her it was also an aphrodisiac.

Despite her perilous predicament, Ranma wondered if Luffy knew he was sucking Zoro and Usopp’s leftovers off her tits? She certainly wasn’t going to inform him. He might stop what he was doing. Instead she let out a low moan and said, “Don’t matter how hard you suck, you ain’t going to get no milk.! No sooner had she said that, however, than Ranma wondered if it was true. She’s already run into dozens of bullshit situations in this world, starting with the devil fruits and the fact that men could not masturbate. Compared to those examples, women giving milk if you sucked hard enough seemed practically normal. She had a sudden mental image of Nami milking her to get cream for her tea.

Ranma was snapped out of this flight of fancy when Luffy extended his arms, forcing her body away from him, but not releasing the suction on her tit. Ranma’s large mammary was pulled outward from her body, elongating the pliable flesh until her nipple was twice the usual distance from Ranma’s chest. The helpless red-head let out a moan as the sudden agony sent further spikes of pleasure straight to her groin. She was dripping by this point, her thighs slick with lubrication where they pressed together.

“Stop playing with your food captain, there are other’s waiting for their next turn!” Zoro called out in a surly voice. Ranma shifted her head and saw that the swordsman was leaning against the ship’s rail, still mostly dressed, with his arm folded across his chest, and his cock, which Ranma had drained only a few minutes earlier, standing at full mast. It didn’t look any less intimidating than it had before. If anything it was more so because Ranma now knew what it felt like to have it **** down her throat.

Next to Zoro, and also leaning against the rail with his arms crossed, was a nude Usopp. But, while Zoro made it look cool, Usopp’s nervous fidgeting made him look more like someone waiting for a urinal and trying very hard not to pee himself before one became available.

“Don’t want to!” Luffy said, which allowed Ranma’s breast to finally pop free of his mouth.

The elastic globe bounced back to its original globular shape as if it was as rubber-like as Luffy flesh. But Ranma was no rubber girl. It hurt like fuck. Luffy’s mouth had cut off her blood flow and her saliva coated breast was visibly bigger than its unsucked counterpart. It was also a deep blue in color from the pooled blood in it. Ranma let out a gasp as the blood flow returned to her flesh causing a deep down ache in the abused tit flesh.

Ignoring Ranma’s discomfort, Luffy pouted and stuck out his tongue at Zoro before saying, “She’s my cabin girl. You can have her when I’m done with her.” Listening to the way he talked it was very easy to picture a toddler refusing to share his favorite toy with his playmates.

“Do you know what the most common cause of mutiny is, Luffy?” Nami asked in a nonchalant, just making conversation, tone of voice. She pulled down her sunglasses so she could stare at the rubber-man over the top of them.

“Not enough treasure?” Luffy hazarded a guess.

Nami made a buzzer sound with her lips. “Wrong! A captain bogarting a cabin girl causes more mutinies than any other single cause. She’s supposed to serve the whole crew, not just the captain. If you want a private cunt, get a girlfriend, or a wife.”

“Yuck. Who'd want a girlfriend? They’re always telling you what you can’t do. A wife would be even worse. I want to do anything I want, whenever I want to do it. That’s what’s being a pirate is all about. Freedom.”

“Well, you can’t hog the cabin girl. Not if you want your crew to stay loyal,” Nami said. She shrugged and leaned back, sipping her drink through a straw as if she could care less which choice Luffy made. It wasn’t like she was part of his crew, or had a dick. She had no skin in this game. She smirked to herself. Well, unless you counted Ranma’s skin and the girl was durable. A little fucking was’t going to harm the value of her precious treasure key.

Nami clearly wasn’t worried about her, Ranma noticed through the fog of pain clouding her perception. She felt pleased at the sign of respect. Nami clearly knew Ranma could take it and didn’t need any help from her.

“Fine. I’ll share! But, I'm still on my turn,” Luffy insisted. Flopping down on his back he turned Ranma upside down so her feet pointed straight up, and her face straight down, right above his groin. Falling back into the role of evil pirate Luffy, no relation to brave Strawhat Luffy, he viciously said “Suck it!”as he lowered the trapped girl toward his twitching and twisting cock which was displaying a disturbing amount of prehensile behavior.

Ranma's predicament caused her to briefly consider that her current situation was a bit backward. She was caught in Luffy’s constrictor coils, just like a rabbit tangled up by a snake. Shouldn’t he be the one swallowing her and not the other way around? The thought wasn’t all that idle. In some ways, regarding his eating, Luffy reminded Ranma of Picolet Chardin the second. The heir apparent to Martial arts eating. The slim looking man had the ability to swallow a turkey whole, and when he kissed Ranma his mouth expanded to the point where he engulfed her entire body to the waist. She had no doubt at all that he could have used his skill to devour her entirely if he’d been so inclined. She had no problem at all imagining that Luffy could do the same thing.

The tiny red-head stared down as Luffy’s prehensile cock approached her face. After Usopp and Zoro she was no longer **** to suck a cock. Well, not much. But she wasn’t going to be taken for granted. Ranma tilted her head up and pressed her forehead against Luffy’s arm, or at least a section of it. “Make me!” She challenged Luffy in a muffled voice. Technically this was mutiny, but at this moment Luffy wasn’t her captain but her make believe ****.

“Sheeee, Sheeee, Sheeee,” Luffy laugh-hissed, playing along and starting to really get into character, no longer having to check with Nami for confirmation he was doing it right. The game might be adult, but Luffy’s not so inner child was clearly delighted at a chance to play make-believe. Luffy’s hands, which had been cradling Ranma’s breasts slipped down and took a firm hold of her head, and twisted, forcing her to look straight at his cock which was drooling in anticipation.

Having decided that Luffy was a worthy opponent, Ranma clamped her lips shut and refused to accept his cock into her mouth, even as it pressed painfully against her lips, forcing them against her teeth. Luffy reacted by digging his thumbs into the corner of her jaws. The resulting pain brought tears to Ranma’s eyes. Luffy ruthlessly **** Ranma’s mouth open against her best efforts to keep it shut. The girl’s excitement grew at this further evidence that given the advantage, Luffy could **** her against her will.

Luffy easily slipped the tip of his dick into Ranma’s now open mouth. He wasn’t nearly as fat as Zoro, or even Usopp if it came to that. His length wasn’t all that impressive either. Not when comparing him to Usopp and Zoro who were both well endowed. Even as tears trickled down her cheeks, Ranma regretted that a bit. Luffy was the captain. He should swing the biggest dick on the ship. Taking him in should be a jaw-breaking experience. On the plus side, when his dick filled her mouth she was rewarded by a burst of flavor as Luffy’s precum smeared across her tongue. Due to his shorter length his balls pressed against Ranma’s chin with only an inch or so of his slim shaft pressing into her throat, meaning she got to taste all the tasty pre-cum leaking from Luffy’s piss slit with none of it being wasted by flowing straight into her belly. As it turned out Luffy didn’t taste of rubber as Ranma had half-way feared, but he did have his own unique flavor. That pleased Ranma. It would be boring if all the guys on the ship tasted the exact same.

On the negative side, unlike her session with Usopp, and especially the one with Zoro, there was no danger of having her airway blocked by Luffy’s cock. Ranma had found that being denied air really got the old adrenaline pumping like nothing else would.

When Luffy relaxed the pressure from his thumbs and gave control of her mouth back to Ranma she conceded her defeat, for the time being, and started to suck his dick. She was rewarded by an increased flow of pre-cum, encouraging her to suck even harder, which as it turned out might not have been the best idea in the world. She really should have remembered Luffy’s pissing contest with Zoro from the day before. The one where Luffy had manually stretched his cock to three feet in length and pissed like a firehose, literally. Clearly Luffy’s cock was as freakish as the rest of his body.

As Ranma’s saliva coated Luffy’s cock, it began to swell, not like a normal cock, gaining length and girth, but more like a balloon. It inflated from the base as blood poured into it and didn’t stop until it fully filled Ranma’s mouth, forcing her jaws open even as it molded itself to the insides of her oral cavity. It didn’t exactly **** Ranma’s jaw to spread wide, but everytime she stretched her jaw to relieve the stress, Luffy’s cock would fill the gap, and not allow Ranma to close her mouth. This continued until it was impossible for Ranma to open any wider. The swelling then moved toward the tip, filling the top of Ranma’s throat as she swallowed convulsively. That drew an appreciative hum from Luffy. The dull ache from when Luffy had **** his thumbs into the joints of Ranma’s jaw returned, causing stress tears to flow down her cheeks as she tried to cope with the huge object inside her mouth.

To Ranma’s disappointment, Luffy’s cock stopped expanding before it blocked her airway. It was likely for the best, however. Ranma wasn’t sure if it was possible to make Luffy cum when his cock was blown up like a small football. There was no possibility of him pumping in and out of Ranma’s mouth, and it was equally impossible for Ranma to suck on him. She really hoped that wasn’t the case. Luffy was firmly knotted in her mouth and neither he or she was going anywhere until the swelling went down.

But if Ranma had no idea of what to do, Luffy did. Luffy retracted his arms from around Ranma’s body, and for just an instant she looked like some perverted circus act, a girl doing a mouth stand on a guy’s dick. Ranma wobbled and started to fall over, but Luffy’s hands were quicker and he reached up and took hold of a slim ankle in each hand. He pulled Ranma’s legs apart as if he were making a wish, forcing her limbs into a full split and allowing him to bury his face between her legs and impale her on his tongue.

Ranma would have cursed Luffy and told him she wasn’t a fucking wishbone, but her mouth was currently full to bursting with Luffy’s freakisly swollen cock. It was going to be some time before Ranma was able to verbalize anything. Any annoyance Ranma might have felt at being unable to trash talk her opponent vanished as Luffy’s tongue touched parts of her that had never before been touched. From that point on Ranma didn’t have much thought for anything other than the feeling between her legs as Luffy went cave-diving with this stretchable tongue.

Servicing her crewmates had left Ranma running hot. Very hot. Horny as she was, however, giving blow-jobs hadn’t been enough to let her slip over the edge of the orgasm wall, but the excitement and stress had gotten her really close. Zoro’s casual brutality in particular had left her feeling like she’d explode if she didn’t get an orgasm. Luffy snatching her out of the cabin had prevented her from using her own fingers to relieve the pressure, but now her captain was making it up to her, in a big way.

Luffy’s tongue served as a trigger and for the first time ever Ranma received an orgasm from a man. She’d thought Nami had given her pleasure, but it was nothing compared to what Luffy did in his clumsy attempt at cunninlingus. If that was even what it was. The way he smacked his lips and sucked greedily on Ranma’s twat might mean his goal wasn’t to get Ranma off, but to have a nice snack. Whatever his intent, the results were mind blowing for Ranma. She let out a scream that no one outside of her own head heard as she bucked against Luffy’s face.

Luffy’s hands kept Ranma’s legs spread, and with the anchor point offered by his swollen cock he was able to keep her totally immobilized as he dined on her gash. She was unable to do anything but shudder as Luffy **** his tongue deep into her twat, pushing deeper and deeper until six inches in he touched what seemed to be the back of her channel. But Luffy didn’t give up. The tip of his tongue investigated every little nook and cranny, and sucked up all the juice he could along the way. Soon Luffy’s never-say-enough attitude paid dividends. He found a small dimple directly in the back of Ranma’s twat surrounded by a ring of muscle. Luffy pressed his tongue hard against the small depression in the middle of this ring and wiggled it past the barrier which reluctantly gave way before his efforts.

Ranma went crazy, her screams vibrating his cock, while a gush of juices spilled into his mouth. Encouraged, Luffy continued his exploration, and wormed his way deeper and deeper into Ranma’s body, until he encountered another ring of muscle fifteen or sixteen inches inside her. As he probed this new obstacle Ranma redoubled her thrashing, and the flesh wrapped around Luffy’s tongue threatened to trap him in place like a vice. Only the slick surface of her inner walls, well lubricated with her juices, let him continue to probe her insides. As before he **** his way through this second obstacle, and progressed another few inches before hitting another obstacle. But this one was familiar and Luffy felt a tickling sensation as the tip of his tongue explored the tip of his own dick, currently firmly planted in Ranma’s mouth.

Luffy had no idea at all about how the insides of a girl’s body was put together, and just assumed that this was perfectly normal. Having determined Ranma’s limit to take cock, apparently she had none, Luffy began to tongue fuck her with all he had.

The outside observers could only see Luffy’s face planted between Ranma’s spread legs, they had no idea at all just how deep the rubber man had explored inside her. If they had, Nami at least, would have had a very serious talk with both Ranma, and Luffy. Ranma to find out. “What the fucking fuck is that!” And Luffy, to explain that normal girls did not have a channel running all the way from their cunts to their mouths, and to act accordingly.

Ranma had **** at all but to simply let Luffy do whatever he wanted to her. For the simple reason her mind had gone bye-bye the instant Luffy had pushed through that first barrier and reduced her to nothing but a mind-blown cock-socket, literally. Ranma’s eyes were rolled up in the back of her head as she screamed as loud as she could into her cock gag again and again while her body thrashed and spasmed in Luffy’s grip in a continuing chain of orgasms that just never stopped.

It turned out that Ranma had been wrong about her not being able to give Luffy strong stimulation with his cock filling her mouth like an inflatable ball gag. The inflated cock filling her mouth was the perfect medium to transmite the vibrations of Ranma’s screams to Luffy’s sexual nerves.

Luffy’s own orgasm came as a surprise to him. Ranma’s speculation had been true. She was the first girl Luffy had ever gotten his dick wet in, and as a result he had never had an orgasm before.

Luffy gasped into Ranma’s cunt as his ass clenched and his overfull balls pumped a huge load of cum into the back of her mouth. With no other place to go it flowed down her throat, and then up, spurting out her nose. Not a single drop leaked past Ranma’s lips, but her face still ended up coated with Luffy’s jism. He moaned in bliss as jet after jet blasted out of his cock and painted Ranma’s tonsils with his seed. His pleasure only increased as Ranma began to convulsively swallow sending wonderful vibrations straight to his balls.

It wasn’t like Ranma had much choice. She either had to swallow Luffy’s spunk, or drown in it. It wasn’t really a choice, and besides, even with her mind on vacation, no Saotome ever turned down a free hot meal. It didn’t take very long before Ranma's belly showed signs of expansion. And Luffy didn’t show any sign of stopping. Ranma’s belly continued to expand from the sheer amount of cum Luffy was ejaculating into her stomach. It seemed that another fringe benefit of being a rubber man was having expandable storage tanks, the rubber nature of which also leant a bit of **** to the jets of sperm blasting out of the end of his dick. If he had been shooting off into empty air the spurts likely would have arched right over the ship and into the ocean, which would have been a terrible waste of high quality protein.

Ranma lost track of time, lost track of pretty much everything, as her brain was overloaded with pleasure and her belly was overfilled with spunk. She was only barely aware of Luffy slowly deflating in her mouth and his cock slipping free, leaving her mouth gasping and sperm pouring back up her throat and over her lips to run down her chin onto the balls that had created it the massive load.

Ranma only began to regain some awareness after Luffy laid her down on a soft rug, spread out in the middle of the deck. It was the feel of steel shackles being secured to her wrists and ankles that really woke her up, however. Ranma tugged out of instinct, and discovered that her wrists and ankles were fastened together, the shackles pulling her heels up under her ass.

Ranma blinked her eyes, her vision slowly coming into focus. Lifting her head she peered between her tits at her knees, which were pressed tightly together. As more and more things in her field of vision grew clearer she made out Usopp leering down at her from over her knees. As she watched he placed a hand on each of her legs and **** them apart, revealing his lower torso, and the erection sprouting from his groin while leaving her totally **** to it.

“Time for round two, Ranma,” Usopp told her with a lecherous grin as he shuffled on his knees up between her spread legs and brought his cock to bear on the opening Luffy had just finished reaming out with his tongue.