Silly question. We're only here for the kink

Sanji—no last name he would answer to—leaned on the rail of the Going Merry as he took a drag on his herb cigarette. The special blend he had concocted cleared his sinuses of all lingering odors and congestion, allowing him to breath in all the surrounding smells without hindrance. An invaluable ability in a kitchen, not so much downwind of a farm. Fortunately the crisp clean ocean air carried no such **** on his nostrils.

It was early in the morning on the first day after leaving Cocoyashi village. The lovely Nami’s hometown. The victory party the day before had left most of the crew in a food coma. The only ones awake were him, and the glorious, magnificent, Nami, who was standing watch.

Sanji was awake because after ten years of getting up every morning before the sun rose had left him unable to do otherwise. In a few minutes he would retire to the kitchen and start making breakfast. Despite the amount they had eaten the day before he had no doubt at all that his new idiot Captain and the splendidly buxom and cute Ranma would wake at the first whiff of frying bacon. They both possessed substantial appetites.

For a moment Sanji contemplated the mystery that was Ranma. She was the ship’s cabin girl, but she was unlike any cabin girl he had ever encountered. The vast majority of them were little more than relief stations for their crew, and those who performed other duties on boats with small crews were usually among the weaker members, not having been recruited for their skill in battle, or for hauling lines and wrestling with storm soaked sails. None of that applied to Ranma. Luffy had actually introduced Sanji to her by telling him she was one of the strongest members of the crew. He’d seemed very proud of that fact.

Which was strange, because no one on the island remembered her taking part in the fight. But Sanji was incapable of not noticing a hot female anywhere in range of his senses. He had spotted at least a half-dozen thrown together ambushes during the cleaning up portion of the fight that had failed when all the ambushers came down with a bad case of unconsciousness. And the one thing they all had in common was that Sanji had spotted a sudden flash of red hair tied into a distinctive pigtail right before they collapsed. He hadn’t actually seen the attack that had taken them down, but the only potential suspect who was not otherwise accounted for was Ranma.

Those were the only incidents that he was certain she was involved in. There were others. For all his apparent overconfidence Arlong had prepared a poison pill in the event he was taken down. There was a small enclave of low-level fishmen hidden in the middle of the island. Their instructions in the event of Arlong’s defeat were basically to burn the island to the ground. Kill everyone, and retreat into the sea ahead of whoever had taken Arlong out. Men, women, children, everyone. The scum would not have been a match for anyone on his new crew, but against defenseless villagers they would have been unstoppable. They’d only known about the plan because one of Arlong’s confidents had taunted them with what they had caused. He had been particularly explicit in how the raiders intended to play with the good looking females. Killing two birds with one stone by draining their balls and doing away with the hapless women with the same act.

There had been a frantic dash to intercept those twenty hidden fishmen, but when they were found, they were all dead. They hadn’t been killed with a gun, or sword, or knife. A single clean blow to the back of the neck had shattered their spines.

That had drawn Sanji’s attention when he’d heard about it, because the blows that had put down the ambushers were identical to the ones that had taken out the would-be ****/murderers. The only difference being that the blows directed against the ambushers had not been hard enough to crush the victim’s neck. That meant that either there was a mystery hero on the island with the exact same battle skills of Ranma, or she was the one who had taken them out. There was some evidence toward the idea it was a mystery hero, some footprints too big to be from Ranma. But there was no proof that the person who left the footprints had been the one who took out the pirate. They only knew that he had been in the vicinity at the same time the attack took place. No one came forward to claim credit, but then neither did Ranma, and Sanji knew, for a fact, that she’d put down, non-fatally, fifteen fishmen.

Why she hadn’t participated openly in the fight he had no idea. The only guess he could make was she had some reason for not wanting any attention drawn to her actions. Even for a heroic reason. Maybe she had a bounty on her head? Or was running from an abusive relationship. Maybe Nami would know?

Thinking of Nami brought Sanji’s mind back to the ship’s lovely and talented navigator, not that his thoughts were ever far from her, or Ranma.

Sanji paid attention to women. Not just in the way most men did, but really paid attention. If you were to question him he’d be able to tell you exactly what Nami was wearing every time he had seen her. More importantly he’d be able to tell you what color her eyes were. And his observations went deeper than that. He was aware of the girls’ mental state and could easily see through their dissembling. For instance right now Nami was acting cheerful and fully in control, but in reality she was suffering the pangs of horrible guilt. Having been there for the whole story he knew why she was feeling that way, but it wouldn’t have mattered if he hadn’t been. He would have still picked up on her feelings. Just as he had noticed that Ranma was feeling a bit guilty herself. That might be related to her clandestine fishing, but Sanji was not a mind reader and couldn’t deduce to that fine a degree.

The Baratia, being where they were, in the business they were in, had naturally included public service girls as part of their offerings. But they did not directly hire them, they only supplied accommodations for a modest cost and meals. The latter wasn’t that much of an expense as most of the girl’s meals were bought by sailors. For the most part the girls were a combination of rescues, from bad situations. And, travelers, working their way from one port to another. None of them stayed long. Over the course of ten years well over a hundred had moved through the Baratia. And young Sanji had been the one in charge of looking after them, at least until he hit puberty. It had been an education. One that few boys were privileged to gain. He had gained two things, a deep admiration for the ladies who offered themselves to needy men, and an understanding of what made them tick. There was no such thing as one size fit all when it came to the ladies. Everyone was an individual, and what one might enjoy could be seen as boring by another, or the most terrible sort of ****.

And many of them had issues, and wildly different means of dealing with them. Sometimes they needed a shoulder to cry on. Sometimes a special meal, celebrating them just being them, and sometimes they needed to be turned over a lap and given a good hard spanking until they were ready to forgive themselves for the actions that had brought them to that time and place. The only thing they had in common was they were all special, each and every one.

Nami needed her guilt assuaged. The fact that Luffy hadn’t even considered the need to forgive her and the others had been so sympathetic of her situation that they forgave her without conditions, only made matters worse. She needed to make recompense. But she was not the sort of person to ask for a punishment.

And the punishment had to be carefully considered. If Sanji was reading Ranma right, for her any punishment that didn’t leave bruises would be regarded as a rather boring game of let's pretend. You could say the same thing about her sex life in general. Nami on the other hand was clearly a super control freak. You could see it in everything she did. She wanted, needed, to be in control. It was what made it so hard for her to admit, or ask, for what she needed at the moment.

Bending Nami over a barrel and giving her twenty lashes with the cat would have been a fairly mild punishment for what she’d done in the normal course of events. In fact most pirate captains would have hung her from the yardarm and left her dangling for a few weeks as an object lesson. But giving her a taste of the cat would not do the trick in this instance. Indeed, it might escalate the problem because she could easily decide that the punishment was not sufficient and demand more and harder. Arlong’s treatment had left her with a very high tolerance to physical ****, but unlike Ranma she did not associate that physical **** with affection. Her punishment needed to be something that would make her feel that she’d been punished, but would also make her feel she was loved and respected as a full member of the crew.

Sanji could not punish her himself. Not that he didn’t have the ability. Sanji was fully capable of severely punishing a female, but only for her benefit, not for his own convenience or pleasure. And while Nami desperately needed to be punished in a way that would allow her to put her guilt behind her and he could come up with a way to do that, Nami hadn’t betrayed him or his trust in her. None of her guilt involved a trespass against him. The other reason why he couldn’t do it was because it wasn’t his place. Nami outranked him in the ship's hierarchy. Only Luffy and the moss-head outranked her. In general on a ship the person in charge of discipline was the first mate. Unfortunately the first mate of this ship had all the sensitivity of a block of green wood.

It was going to take some manipulation to fix what was hurting Nami, but it would be worth it to see her back to the way she’d been when he’d first seen her at the Baratia. No! To see her even better than that.

So, where to start. Luffy was out of the question. He simply wasn’t capable of seeing the need. The moss-head was not about to take advice from Sanji. Ranma would instantly run and tattle to Nami, which would spoil the whole thing. That left only one candidate. Now, how to turn Usopp into a guided instrument of justice and redemption?”

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Nami had been avoiding the crew, hard as that was to do on a ship as small as the Merry. She’d been taking her meals at the tiller and had shouted any orders having to do with the sails through the door. The calm weather they were having had made it easier for her to get away with it. She wasn’t even snuggling with Ranma at night, telling the redhead that as Ranma was now an official member of the strawhat pirates she needed to spend her nights in the men’s cabin. That wasn’t actually true, but the trusting girl hadn’t questioned it. Or suggested she should spend at least some nights with Nami. That was a bit hurtful, but no more than she deserved. None of the crew gave any indication that they held her previous actions against her, but they didn’t need to. Her own mind was doing a fine job of filling her with guilt all on its own.

A shift in the momentum of the Merry, drew Nami’s attention. She glanced at the sky through the tiller room door, and saw there were no changes in the weather. She lashed the tiller to hold it in place and stepped out onto deck, where she found the reason for the sudden slowing. The sails had been furled. She dropped her gaze from the rigging, intending to demand an explanation, only to become speechless when she took in the scene in front of her.

Luffy was sitting cross legged on top of a barrel set on end in the middle of the deck. Someone had decapitated a floor mop and the stringy white head had been plopped on top of Luffy’s head in a ludicrous imitation of a judge behind the bench. The effect, already ridiculous, was further spoiled by the fact that Luffy had plopped his straw hat on top of the mess. Any question as to what Luffy was supposed to be was answered by the small carved wooden hammer he held in one hand.

“THIS CAPTAIN'S MAST IS NOW IN SESSION!” Zoro bellowed from behind Nami, almost causing her to jump out of her skin. She spun in place and glared at him. When she did she discovered that the rest of the crew were standing behind him, grim looks on their faces and their arms crossed, even Ranma, who would not meet Nami’s eyes and was staring up into the rigging.

“Nami, you ran off into peril and left your nakama behind,” Luffy said from behind Nami. The sorrow in his voice was not an act. Luffy couldn’t act to save his skin. Nami felt a spike of guilt at his words. She also noted that he was accusing her of not letting them join her in her fight, not of mutiny or stealing the Going Merry and the treasure on board it. But then this was a captain’s mast. They were reserved for minor infractions and if held on a marine ship would not result in anything being put in the offender's record. They also tended to produce inventive punishments rather than the more conventional ones listed in the rules and regulations most marine captains lived by.

“We weren’t nakama at the time,” Nami found herself protesting.

“Do you really believe that?” Luffy asked, tilting his head and giving her a curious look.

“You went through a lot of trouble to keep us from being hurt for someone who wasn’t a nakama,” Zoro said in a flat tone.

“It’s settled,” Luffy said, hitting the side of the barrel with his makeshift gavel. He pulled a piece of paper out from his straw hat and read in a stilted voice. “Nami is guilty. First mate Zoro, do your duty.”

“Wait. Don’t I get to say anything in my defense?” Nami asked weakly. In truth she felt she should be arguing she was guilty of far more than not allowing them to join her in the fight from the beginning.

“Nope. I’ve decided you’re guilty,” Luffy said, giving her a wide green that was cheerful and contained not an ounce of malice. It sent a shiver of dread up and down Nami’s spine.

“Strip, witch,” Zoro ordered Nami in a cold voice. “Unless you want me to do it for you,” he added, with a glimmer in his eyes that said he’d enjoy shredding her barely broken in and expensive ensemble. Nami flushed, and promised that someone was going to pay for this, as she slipped out of all her clothes and kicked them to the side. She stood proudly in front of the entire crew in all her naked glory. It wasn’t the first time, or the thirty first time, she’d been stripped in front of a large group of males.

“Hands on the mast above your head. Feet three feet back and three feet apart!” Zoro ordered, as he snapped a short piece of frayed rope between his hands.

Nami gulped, her ass clenching. This was going to sting. Words of defiance stuck in her throat as she clenched her teeth and assumed the position Zoro had ordered. She felt exposed in a way she’d never felt when she’d taken this position in front of Arlong’s crew, and she’d done that on more than a few occasions. She found she actually cared what the ragged ass idiots currently examining her very exposed body thought of her. She wanted to be the best her she could possibly be for them. She found herself actually looking forward to the bite of the rope. Each stroke would be one regret erased. She grimaced, she’d be lucky to be able to walk afterwards if they actually gave her that many lashes. She’d burned a lot of bridges when she’d stolen the Going Merry and left Luffy and the rest stranded on the Baratia. She was ready for this.

What Nami wasn’t prepared for was for Zoro to slip a hand between her legs and fill the crack of her ass with some sort of grease he had loaded onto his fingers. She stiffened and moved to clamp her legs together, only to have her inner thighs swatted by the rope Zoro held in his other hand. It was more a reminder than a punishment, but it still stung. Nami held still, or tried to, a mortified look appeared her face as Zoro fingers found her anal bud and began to rub the grease into it with his thumb even as his fingers parted the folds of her sex and invaded her cunt. She fought the urge to go up on tiptoes to lessen the pressure, and the stimulation.

The navigator felt like her face was about to combust as Zoro’s thumb slowly eased its way into her tight back passage. Nami was no novice to anal. Far from it. A lot of the pirates she’d conned had enjoyed taking her back there. It made them feel big to make her squeal, and of course she’d obliged them. But she wasn’t feeling the least bit theatrical at the moment. Despite the threat of the rope, Nami shuffled back and forth on her feet as she felt heat begin to build between her legs.

By this time Nami had figured out that her punishment was going to involve all the men in the crew, and her ass, and while it certainly wasn’t a fantasy of hers, she found that the thought of paying her debt in this manner was not as distasteful as she would have thought. It was unexpected however. She was frankly surprised Luffy was going along with it. She didn’t for one minute think he’d come up with it on his own, mind you. But, he was allowing it to happen. She must have really hurt him when she’d taken off on him like that.

Zoro wasn’t really all that good at fingering girls. He had the basics down, but no finesse. Nami felt herself growing a bit aroused, but unlike Ranma she didn’t enjoy surrendering control to a dominante. She was a fucking dominate. Still, the catharsis of being able to publicly show her remorse, or at least be seen being punished, had its own quality. She clenched her pelvis as she experienced a small release, and clamped down on Zoro’s finger, drawing a grunt from him.

That seemed to be what he was waiting for because right after she climaxed Zoro pulled his hand out from between her legs, and his thumb out of her ass. Nami gritted her teeth, sure that the next thing she’d feel back there would be the huge head of Zoro’s oversized cock as it sought entrance to her booty. But, it wasn’t living flesh that nudged open her anal opening a few seconds later, but something hard and unyielding, with a smooth curved surface that quickly grew larger as Zoro rocked it back and forth and pushed it inch by inch up her ass. She grunted as her ass was **** open to the point where she began to fear she’d rip open, only to gasp in relief when the object suddenly narrowed down to a fraction of it’s previous girth. At the same time that happened Nami felt something fluffy press up against the curve of her ass cheeks. Past experience told her that Zoro had shoved a butt plug up her ass. And attendance at more than a few unrestrained parties, she planned to loot, that it was likely the variety that sported a fake tail attached to the base. Imagining how she must currently look caused the flush coloring her face spread down her shoulders and to her breasts.

Zoro stepped back from her with an audible snicker and Luffy produced another piece of paper from under his hat. “Hmmm. Okay. So you have to wear the plug of shame until the next port, and nothing else except the ears. And you have to hang them both on your cabin wall afterwards to remind you to trust your Nakama to have your back in the future.”

Nami hesitantly shifted her feet and stood up straight, still blushing. She reached around behind her and explored the large fluffy thing that was pressed up against her ass. She peered around as best she could, and her flush deepened. “A bunny tail?” she yelled. “You can’t be serious. Wait, ears?”

“Oh, very serious,” Zoro said as he handed her a set of bunny ears set into a headband. “You’ll need these as well.” Nami glared at the swordsman and slapped the offensive object on her head.

“She needs a different name when she’s wearing those,” Usopp suggested. “How about Carrot?”

“Nah, Cottontail,” Ranma suggested, and then slapped a hand over her mouth and gave Nami a look of contrition. The look Nami gave her in return promised retribution and caused the little redhead to duck her head submissively.

Nami’s look of embarrassment shifted to vindictiveness, and she said to Ranma. “The guys must be feeling a bit heated at the moment. You should take care of that cabin girl.”

Nami turned away and marched, slightly bow legged, to the tiller room. As she did, she realized that the feeling of her guts being tied in a knot that had been her constant companion for the last few days had eased and she actually felt a bit refreshed. Stuffed and feeling constipated, but refreshed. She smirked as she heard Ranma squeal behind her. She then scowled as she heard the distinctive sound of clothing being ripped off the girl’s body. Really, did they have any idea how expensive good clothing was. Get some patience!