The Village! And Who's The Purple Haired Lass?

Traipsing down the eastward road to the village, Akaba thought of that notion he'd disclosed earlier, and outloud, too.

"I wonder..." he had murmured, "with stuff like that being called an interracical custom, if it's also normal for someone like Nami to... to..." Gulp. "...be a resident sexual object for Arlong's crew, accommodating his and his designated officers' every wish...."

He flushed.

What if she'd heard him? Or maybe more accurately, anybody else, since recent developments suggested she wouldn't mind. So what if anybody else heard him, thought he was some perverted creep and damned him back to sea? Then again Nakaba probably wouldn't care. Akaba frowned. Except Nakaba had a history, despite, or perhaps thanks to, the crude creed he swore by -- Akaba, meanwhile, was still fighting for margin space.

"Dang it, Akaba," the young wanderer kicked a leaf, which somersaulted over his foot and to the side of the road, to his obliviousness. "To think you got rattled by a girl without a second's thought again... if you don't show some restraint, you're bound to fall on someone's bad side. Now," he looked up with a sigh, "where's this village..."

Before he could finish the thought, a small trail of dust appeared ahead, and turned into a speck, and then a little boy took shape in front of it. Akaba yelped and jumped to the side.

"Outta the way, outta the way!" the boy cried. He was wearing an orange jacket and a green beanie, fitted over a blocky head.

"Wait," Akaba coughed as he ran past, realizing the kid might have some more information about the island and the village. "Do you--and he's already gone."

So much for restraint, Akaba shook his head, turning back to the direction of the rising sun.

Nami finally stopped, looking upward at the place Arlong called home.

Arlong Park, she thought with a clenched fist.

With one assuring intake of air, she steeled herself and reached for the doors.

"Hey, you! Get out of my way!"

The woman coolly turned to find in front of her a kid, probably small enough to fit in the bag she was carrying, wielding a sword.

"I'm here to kill Arlong!" Tears were streaming down his cheeks. He shook like a tumbling pebble. "It's... it's because of him my dad is dead!"

Nami pulled out a rod from her shirt.

"If... if you don't move, I'll kill you too, you know! Oi!"

Without warning, she then struck him across the face, sending him to the ground.

"You think Arlong has time for punks like you?" the orange-haired woman threw a stack of cash his way, as he slid his trickling face against the dirt. "If you understand, get lost."

Damning her, and after steadying himself, he finally retreated into the horizon, cursing through glistening eyelashes.

Nami breathed, then went through the entrance. She swung the doors open.

Inside the park, a large, muscular, blue-skinned fishman sat at a chair, located at the front of the tall, looming building boasting the 'Arlong Park' sign above. Other mermen were gathered by his side. It looked like they had just bid goodbye to a visitor of some sort, looking down the water passage that stretched out to the front gates.

clack-clack!

"Oh, you're back, Nami!" came Arlong's booming voice as she approached them, his attention now on her.

Then, he gestured to one of his officers. "Kuroobi."

Without a word, he nodded and went up to Nami, and she stopped. Then the muscular, light-blue merman picked her up with his burly arms and ripped open her shirt, setting her boobs free.

"Nice and soft," he approved, one hand squishing and kneading both of her tits as if feeling a fruit for lumps. In the background, one merman closed the doors the orange-haired thief had just came through.

Nami grinned, raising a self-assured brow and tilting her chin up as Kuroobi groped her against his arm. "Hmph. Did you expect anything different? I may still be growing, but soon these breasts," she leaned towards him with a glimmer in her eye, "will be bigger than even your big, wet fishman hands can handle, believe me."

Kuroobi smirked, squeezing a nipple. This caused Nami to shiver, letting out a small whimper. She recomposed herself hastily, biting her tongue hard so as not to look ****.

She can do this. She always did. They would never see the weak, angry girl within -- not then, not now... she had the freedom of all the villagers on this island on the line, and she took her mission seriously. Being felt up or an outlet for these freaks' sexual desires were nothing out of the question, after all; all she needed to do was maintain a semblance of that iron will they now unequivocally affiliated with her as long as they were using her for however long they wanted.

An octopus-looking merman over-heard her remark, and protested. "Ehh? Excuse me Nami, but you really underestimate our superior race if you think that!" He pointed to his tentacle -- or rather, his tentacles all tried pointing at each other, in varying degrees of success. "You know these smooth tentacles will be able to grope anything you human women have to offer!"

After stifling a moan through gritted teeth, Nami gathered her will and continued testily under a slightly trembling brow, if you looked closely enough. "Sure, Hatchan, sure," the conniving woman teased, still laid across Kuroobi's arm as she looked at the clueless octopus, "but don't you think there are better uses for those long, slimy, hole penetrators of yours..?"

With a sly grin, Nami coyly lowered her arm to her crotch and patted it suggestively, causing Hatchan to go into an utter red blush. A thunderous laugh broke through the, clearly, sexual tension.

"Shhihahaha! That's my Nami!" Arlong bellowed.

"Of course it is," Nami very quickly rolled a fingertip along the lips of her pants-covered cunt before returning her hands to her head, placing it against them as a pillow while her breasts rolled under Kuroobi's shameless handling. She closed her eyes, as if she was soaking in the moment. "Sometimes I wonder who the girls around here are supposed to be."

Speaking of girls and pussies, Nami desperately wanted to bring her hands back down and finger her own pussy right there in front of them all, regardless of who was watching. Who cared, anyway? They were free to use and fuck her here, there, in the middle of a piss. Her cheeks blinkered red at the sensations Kuroobi's moist webby hands were giving her, especially around her hard, flushing icicles.

But of course, that would be malapropos. There was a formula to this. The burglar had enough experience to know how to follow it to the tee, no matter how painful, or...

Oh, shit! Nami briefly went cross-eyed and her body tightened as Kuroobi twirled a finger against her pussy then pushed in. That feels reeeal good!

...pleasurable.

"Bring here here, Kuroobi," Arlong grinned as he casually pulled down his shorts, letting loose a monster penis that he began pumping around his hand. As he did, it grew even bigger, hardening until it was the size of a blunt weapon. He was apparently enjoying the sight of the cute spunky Nami topless and being finger-fucked.

Kuroobi obliged and with one hand, held Nami up just with her hair, allowing her legs to drag against the ground. He released his fingers from her snatch, wiped it clean on her lips, and picked up the bag she had dropped.

"You sure had been gone for a while, Nami," Arlong observed as Kuroobi tossed the bag to Arlong's side while situating Nami's cheek right against the big, shark-looking merman's cock, rubbing it up and down against it. "How was the trip this time?"

Nami ignored her sexual frustration, suppressing the well of desire that tickled her nether-regions as she smirked, looking up at Arlong with that familiar, mischievous twinkle, tits still out and dangling below her as she face-stroked the merman's fishing pole. "Quite productive, I managed tons. It never ceases to surprise me how many idiots there are out there! Take a look yourself," she gestured to the bag.

Arlong chuckled once more, patting her head as Kuroobi slowed her cheek strokes and guided her face to the wide tip of his trunk, mushing her slightly wet lips upon it. "You've always been the best at backstabbing others."

Not missing a step, Nami just smiled, and once her lips were free, remarked, "Well, I must admit..."

"Everyone!" Arlong announced, loud enough for all of the park to hear. "Nami has returned! Get ready to celebrate!" He then chuckled to himself insidiously. "Or masturbate. Kuroobi, what are you thinking?"

Kuroobi grinned, and looked dryly down at Nami, turning her head towards him. "Oh I don't know... how does anal sound, Nami?"

A brief look of hesitation seemed to glaze her eyes, but then Nami just grinned, stare unfaltering. "Oh, I love it up my ass, big boy. I might be creaming myself just in anticipation."

Arlong cackled again, his laughs echoing into the open air as Kuroobi smiled affirmatively, released his own rod, and lined it up against the woman's asscheeks, then proceeded to shove her smug face down Arlong's shaft as he tore into her butthole from behind.

Their precious little Nami was home.

Just off an abandoned coast on the other side of the island, a wrecked boat lay strewn about the rocks. No body was found, however, as there was none to see. At least not below.

With even, steady breaths, a slender, voluptuously shaped woman climbed up the cliffside with an expert elegance, hands clutched expertly around the jutting rocks providing supports for her hands.

Her breasts were knockouts, beads of sweat forming a slight veneer across their globulous surface as she wiped one off her own brow, swiping a strand of purple hair from her forehead. A puckish grin appeared on her face as she looked up, undeterred.

"So, this is where that no-good burglar Nami calls home, is it?" She clasped her fingers around another protrusion as she gracefully lifted herself up, then flipped over the edge of the cliff, landing neatly on her feet among the shrub. "Well well... prepare the welcome meals, because your other friendly neighborhood burglar has come to set things straight."

A gleam panned her eyes as she looked ahead, through the dense forest.

"Carina has made land!" she giggled impishly.

With the swell, refreshing wind blowing over him, Akaba blinked, scratching his head. He turned around, making a whole 360 roundabout.

"Crap," he slumped, as he realized he was several ways away from the dirt trail he was supposed to follow, and stared at a crawling snail by his foot, sighing. "I got distracted again."