Time to run

Three against one and without a weapon, Nami didn't like the odds against her. She turned to flee—a mistake—A greasy hand grabbed at her exposed shoulder.

"Ah..."

With **** she was pulled backwards, again in the familiar grip of the large man from before. This time however, his elbow wrapped around her neck in a ****-hold, lifting her toes off the ground as she struggled for air.

"Let...go...!" gasped the pirate. Her fingers clawed at the arm around her neck to no avail. After all that effort to catch the girl, they weren't going to let her escape again.

His grip tightened, and gradually Nami felt her consciousness slip away with the lack of oxygen to her brain. However the brute **** her wouldn't let it end so peacefully. With muscles bulging, he swung the struggling girl into the air, and then with a sadistic grin brought her back down—slamming his knee up between her legs.

-THUD-

Suddenly Nami saw stars as her eyes went wide, her mouth agape in a pitiful scream. "Agh...!" The impact rocked through her body, forcing her large breasts to bounce from the shock. He couldn't hold back any longer. His free hand unbuckled his pants, and like a beast set free his erection sprung loose. The hard member slapped between the girl's limp legs, his precum rubbing against the fabric covering her sore pussy.

"You've been teasing us with that fine ass too long, lil' girl."

Her vision was fading. As the man's free hand pawed at the last piece of fabric protecting her shame, it was now or never to break free...