Go left...

Nami headed left, down the hall into the sunlight of the open courtyard. Her feet screeched to a halt however, when she found herself met with a wall of marine soldiers. There had to be at least a hundred men, all of whom had their rifles pointed at her.

"Cat Burglar Nami," a marine wearing a rat-like hat stood at a podium in the back. "For your crimes of piracy, and humiliating me," he added the latter under his voice. "Your are sentenced to be publicly executed."

Her blood boiled at the sight of the rodent, Nezumi. However, unable to resist in the face of so many guns, she could do nothing as they cuffed her and walked her into the middle of the field.

They **** her hands over the top of a wooden stake, securing them in place with a tight knot.

"Chi chi chi chi," Nezumi descended from his pedestal, walking coyly towards the bound cat burglar. "You don't know how many times I pictured this day in my head."

He slapped her ass, earning a surprised shriek from his captive. He squeezed, relishing as she squirmed in his grasp.

"Here's how it's going to be, little cat." His hands then snaked to her breasts, fondling them roughly as he whispered into her ear. "Each marine here has been dying to fuck you, some of them even with fantasies to that wanted poster of yours."

His hand went under her bra, his fingers rolling over her nipples.

"Ngh..." Nami fought back her voice, refusing to feel anything at the touch of this man.

"Every one of these two hundred men are going to use you as their personal cum dumpster. Is that understood?"

He moved his hands back, the sounds of belts unbuckling around her as their perverted owners prepared to feast. But with all of their hands and eyes distracted, suddenly there wasn't a single gun pointed at her.

Nami could use this chance to attempt an escape. But with her hands bound as they were, perhaps it was best to accept what was to come, rather than further anger this man who clearly already had a grudge against her.