They can take her clothes

A crumbled piece of paper bounced off Nami's flat belly. Furious, she looked at the crowd churning beneath her. They knew their toy was not safe when she swung above them. Nami knew it too; her eyes darted to and fro, searching for the next **** as if there was something she could do to stop it. A burly sailor was already running off to go get an oar of his own. As she watched, an apple chunk hit her cheek.

More objects sailed up to the dangling human. Some missed, but many struck their target. Pieces of fruit and dead fish peppered her face, making Nami scrunch up her face. Some wise-ass had the audacity to throw coins like she was a bar wench undressing for them. He was quite accurate, frequently bouncing them off her underwear, which was now partly visible above her descending jeans.

One jerk tried to hook Nami's pant leg with a fishing rod. She kicked her legs to avoid it. When the fisher fishman received a knuckle sandwich from another fishman he caught instead, he decided to stop.

The paddle armed fishman also toyed with poor Nami. They repeatedly spanked her like she was the ball in there game of ping pong. Nami endured humiliating blows to her bottom and thighs as she cursed and flailed above the cheering crowd, each strike making her twirl in a new direction. Her thighs and ass started to burn with stinging pain.

Their fun didn't last forever. Hammond wasn't content to simply watch. After a dozen and a half slaps, he swung Nami out of the paddles range, and began teasing the fishman, lower the human towards them before yanking her up at the last second. That's not to say that Nami was safe. Frequently, her bruised butt was groped or her pussy was caressed through her tight jeans before she was painfully jerked back up.

One such dip was to a blubbery fishman. Nami was disgust by his slobbering leer, which was probably why Hammond left her in the bloated creatures gasp for so long. Nami tried to lift herself away, but her arms weren't strong enough. She looked away and closed her eyes, trying to ignore the grimy hands sliding across her body. The sausage fingers pinched her exposed nipple and Nami gasped reflexively. “Back off, I don't share.” he told the surrounding fishman when the started to close in, scaring them off.

Bit it was little comfort to Nami. The hanging pirate whimpered as things got worse. The creeps hands molested their way down to her waist. After giving her sore booty a slap, he hooked his filthy fingers under her jeans. Nami spread her legs and struggled against the round fishman, but despite her efforts, he made headway. Soon her jeans were halfway down her thighs, and only her thin panties were left to protect her pussy and ass.

Nami was understandable relieved when she started to rise again. By swinging her legs, she was to keep the jeans around her legs, somewhat preserving her modesty. However, as she rose, a fishman no taller than four feet clambered up his blubbery friend and grabbed onto Nami's legs.

“Ni, hi, hi,” he gigled like an imp. The little bastard made clumsy attempts to pull her pants down the rest of the way. For a moment, Nami resisted, kicking and cursing the asshole, but his added weight doubled the pain in her shoulders. Moreover his grubby hands made swipes at her panties.

Choosing the lesser of two evils, she let the pervert peel away her skinny jeans. Nami got some satisfaction when the short fishman tumble away with her pants and sandals, but he was safely caught by his fellows and cheered as a hero.

This inspired another fishman to climb atop his fellows. He was a saw shark and therefore equipped with a long, bladed nose. He poked his nose towards Nami and prodded the underside of her breasts a few times. With a little help from Hamond, the saw shark was able to catch the jagged edge of his blade under Nami's bra. His sword between her large beautiful breasts, the devious fishman started sawing.

The half-naked pirate didn't know how to stop the grinning fishman from stealing her bra. She tried to control him with her bare legs with little success. If she pushed him or tried to wriggle away she would only end up making it easier to cut through her bra. “Hey stop,” she screamed, “get away.” But in the end, no amount of struggling or threats on her part could save her second-to-last piece of clothing. And less than a minute after he started, the fishman cut open the front Nami's bra.

A “HAZZAH” rose from the mob as her boobs sprung free. Nipples erect from the cold air, Nami's big, firm tits made for a fine display as the gently bounced in the breeze. Hammond swung the nearly-naked navigator around, making her breasts sway and giving every fishman a chance to see her bared tits.

“Her panties are wet! What a slut!” a fishman accused. Nami glanced down. Her panties were a little damp with ocean water but almost dry. Then, from the same direction as the accusation, a water balloon flew through the air and splattered across her panties, thoroughly soaking them.

“Ghaaaahhhhhhh,” Nami wailed in shock and frustration.

As if she needed more reason to blush, the crowd of horny sailors below her started chanting “wet panties pervert” over and over. The wet fabric clung to her crotch forming a humiliating camel toe. And, to Nami's further embarrassment, her last remaining piece of clothing had becoming transparent.

The crane clicked and Nami was lowered to the ravenous fishman one inch at a time. They howled like a hoard of dogs as she drew closer, their eyes feasting on the sight of the sexy human, her long legs, firm ass, flat belly, large tits and blushing face. She was naked after all, save for a tight pair of transparent panties and almost in their reach.

Fear raced through the cat burglar as she approached further degradation. Yes. she had been already been felt up by these frisky fishmen, but at that time she at least had clothes to offer some protection.

Webbed hands grasped for her ankles to pull her down. Nami spread her legs to stay out of their vile grip for a few minutes more, unintentionally giving them the best view of her pussy yet. “Hey yeah! spread those legs,” one cheered. “Whore wants us to see her hole,” another jeered. Nami quickly brought her legs together, pulling her knees up to keep out of the horny fishmen's reach. This presented her ass to the encroaching mob but was the best position she could think of.

“Leave that cunt open for the best cock you've had.” The fishmen kept heckling her. “It'll be way better than wimpy human dicks.”

Click, click, click, the crane continued to lower her.

Fingers brushed Nami's butt. They tugged at her panties. Snap, the waist band broke, and her panties were left to hang off one thigh, what little cover they offered her butt now gone.

Her abs were starting to ache from holding up her legs, but Nami flexed harder, curling up more, ignoring the pain.

Click, click, click.

A long slimy tentacle hooked around Nami's waist. Easily overpowering her exhausted muscles, it pulled into the press of fishman. Her ankles were soon grabbed, preventing any escape.

The wriggling appendage slithered between Nami's legs. It had suckers that kissed her sex. Other fishy fingers pinched and squeezed Nami's red ass.

Click.

Nami's naked tits were now in range of the tentacle arm. For a few moments, her pussy was left bare for all the fishmen to see. But one click later, scaly fingers filled the void, and fishy mouths began teasing her spread thighs.

Click, click.

Dozenss of horny fishman jammed together, reaching for Nami. More hands could maul her large tits now. They painfully pulled and twisted the tender globes of flesh.

Click, click, click.