Tashigi and Tsujo pt. [II]

By the time we reached the weapons district, Tashigi had figured out how to steer me pretty well.

She kept her arm stretched behind her with her fist wrapped just below the swollen head of my cock. A pull to either side guided me around carts and slow-moving pedestrians, while a firmer tug brought me forward whenever I became distracted by a shop window, a woman’s ass, or the sight of my own erection connecting us.

That happened a lot.

There was something wonderful about watching a Marine officer march down the street using my cock like a leash. She still looked mortified whenever she remembered exactly what she was holding, but most of the time she kept her eyes ahead and treated it like any other inconvenient tour-guide responsibility. Everybody else accepted it too. People stared at the size, but nobody questioned why Tashigi was leading a guy through Loguetown by his erection.

I’d told the world it was normal, so now it was.

The weapons district announced itself with the steady ringing of hammers. Open workshops occupied the spaces between crowded storefronts, filling the air with sparks, coal smoke, and the scrape of steel against grinding wheels. Swords, sabers, spears, axes, and cutlasses filled every window. Crossed blades hung over the doors while merchants shouted competing promises about weapons capable of splitting cannonballs or cutting Sea Kings in half.

It made me remember my own sword which I’d forgotten back aboard the Big Top, which told you all you needed to know about how important that thing was to me. Alvida insisted on it as a necessary part of my pirate image and being her man but if I was ever in a situation that depended on my sword, then I was well and truly fucked. Magic earrings were my weapon and shield all in one.

Tashigi, on the other hand, immediately became way more animated and involved when it came to swords.

“The first three shops on this street primarily sell decorative reproductions,” she explained. “The proprietor beneath the red awning labels them honestly. The one beneath the boar sign does not. He has already been warned twice about grinding false temper lines into ordinary steel.”

She gave my cock a sideways pull to take us past the dishonest shop without slowing. The owner scowled through his window at her, but Tashigi was already pointing toward the next display.

“The red-handled saber is the only weapon in that window worth examining, and even that is overpriced. The two swords in black scabbards are modern reproductions being sold as naval antiques, while the blade beside them has a cracked tang concealed beneath the grip. The proprietor rearranges the display every few days to make his old stock appear new.”

“You know every sword in every window?”

“Not every sword.” Tashigi pushed her glasses higher. “The eastern shops change their inventory frequently, and several dealers keep their worthwhile stock in secured rooms.”

That sounded a lot like every sword to me.

She had been chattering throughout the tour, but this was different. Her back no longer looked quite so stiff. She slowed at the better displays and leaned toward the glass, explaining details I never would have noticed. She pointed out guards that were too heavy, grips that had been wrapped incorrectly, and fancy gemstones likely to shake loose the first time somebody struck something harder than a watermelon.

For the first time since the tour began, Tashigi wasn’t talking because I had told her to guide me. She actually wanted to tell me this stuff. She actually seemed to relax about what the ‘normal’ things I was doing to her, or at least found something she cared about far more anyway.
She stopped in front of the next display and leaned toward the glass, forgetting to keep her arm stretched behind her. Her elbow bent as I stepped closer, and her grip slipped from just behind the head toward the middle of my cock. By the time she noticed me looming behind her, she had a fistful of thick shaft with nearly half my erection extending from either side of her hand.

I pushed my hips forward.

My cock slid through her fist until her knuckles reached my pubes. The whole length dragged across her palm, warm skin and tight fingers squeezing over every raised vein. When I pulled my hips back, her hand traveled the other way until it caught beneath the swollen ridge of the head.

Tashigi’s explanation didn’t even hitch once.

I pushed forward again.

This time she tightened her grip to keep from losing me. That made it much better. Her fist squeezed the middle inches while I thrust through it, letting me use nearly the entire length of my shaft. I rocked slowly at first, dragging the head through her fingers and then burying her hand against my groin.

And Tashigi just kept talking.

“A sword’s proportions should suit its intended purpose. Length can provide additional reach, but excessive length without the proper thickness and balance creates structural weaknesses.”

I grabbed her ass through her trousers. “Mine gets thicker when it gets longer.”

“That is not relevant to sword construction.”

Her voice had gone slightly higher.

I squeezed one cheek hard enough to make it swell between my fingers, then kneaded the firm flesh while I continued fucking her fist. Tashigi’s shoulders drew back, but she remained focused on the window.

“That particular weapon is made to impress people who know nothing about blades,” she continued. “The scabbard is worth more than the steel inside it. The guard is unnecessarily heavy, and the blade is too thin near the base to withstand the force its length would generate.”

“My big sword can take plenty of force.”

“Your penis is not a sword.”

“It’s hard enough.”

“That is not how swords are evaluated.”

Her hand had started moving with me. It wasn’t much of a stroke yet, but whenever I pulled back, her fist followed the head for several inches before sliding down again with my next thrust. The loose hand that had barely held my soft cock was gone. Now her fingers were wrapped firmly around the middle of my erection, pumping the thick shaft while she lectured me about proper weapon construction.

I reached around her body and cupped one of her tits.

Tashigi sucked in a breath as my palm closed over the mound. Her crooked shirt had left the fabric pulled tight across her breasts, making it easy to find the hard nipple beneath it. I rolled the stiff little point between my thumb and finger while my other hand continued kneading her ass.

Her fist squeezed my cock hard.

“Do swords get names because they’re big?” I asked.

“No.” Tashigi managed to sound offended despite the hitch in her breathing. “Most weapons are unnamed and mass-produced. A Famous Blade is forged individually by a master craftsman and possesses exceptional sharpness, durability, and beauty. Its name reflects an identity created by the smith, the design, and the history it develops in the hands of its wielders.”

I thrust more firmly through her fist. Her hand struck my groin, slid back toward the head, and then tightened around the middle again. Tashigi staggered half a step forward before bracing her free palm against the window.

“So somebody makes a really good sword and gives it a name.”

“The name is only one part of what distinguishes it,” she insisted. “An ordinary sword does not become a Famous Blade simply because its owner names it.”

“My cock already has a name, and it’s famous.”

Tashigi scoffed, although her eyes dropped to it again.

“No. You are called ‘Iron Cock Tsujo.’ That is a vulgar pirate epithet based upon a distinguishing physical characteristic. It does not mean your penis is independently named ‘Iron Cock.’ Even if it were, the name would hardly be fitting. Iron is cold, lifeless, and…”

My cock throbbed inside her fist.

Tashigi’s words faded as she watched it pulse. Her fingers tightened experimentally around the thick shaft, and her thumb pressed into one of the raised veins. I thrust forward, sliding several inches through her grip before she caught beneath the head.

Her eyes followed the movement.

“It’s hard,” I reminded her.

“I am aware.”

“And you like looking at it.”

Tashigi’s face went bright red. She shoved her glasses higher and turned sharply toward the next display.

“In any event, a Famous Blade is not distinguished merely by possessing a name.”

She said it quickly and firmly, steering herself straight back to swords. I grinned and kept fucking her fist. She had stared long enough for me to know she liked what she was holding, even if she wanted to hide behind a lecture now.

Tashigi indicated a sword displayed alone in the next shop window. It had a plain white scabbard, a simple circular guard, and none of the jewels or carved dragons covering the tourist weapons around it.

“Famous Blades are individually forged by master craftsmen. Their names reflect a unique combination of design, workmanship, history, and the qualities they develop in the hands of their wielders. An ordinary sword does not become exceptional merely because its owner gives it a dramatic name.”

I stopped kneading her ass and slid that hand up between her thighs instead. Tashigi’s legs closed around my wrist, trapping my palm against the front of her trousers. I cupped her pussy through the fabric and pushed the center seam between her lips.

Her fist clenched around my cock, but her explanation continued.

“Some Famous Blades receive an officially recognized rank. Nnh… Those are called Graded Blades. Knowledgeable swordsmen can often identify them on sight, and catalogues record their names, appearances, histories, and distinguishing attributes.”

I rubbed two fingers along the seam of her trousers. The cloth was hot, and Tashigi’s hips made one quick movement against my hand before she stiffened them again. She leaned closer to the window, focusing on the sword while I squeezed her tit, massaged her pussy, and thrust through her fist.

The little card beneath the displayed weapon had so many zeroes that I counted them twice.

“That’s ten million Berries!”

“The dealer claims it is a Great Grade Blade,” Tashigi said. “I would not… mmh… accept that claim without consulting the catalogue and examining the weapon directly. He refuses to permit independent appraisal, which is suspicious.”

“A million is the lowest grade?”

“The regular Grade is merely the lowest recognized category among some of the finest blades in existence. It is not an indication of poor quality. Great Grade Blades can command ten million Berries or more, while the rarest blades are almost impossible to value.”

She had completely recovered her enthusiasm. Her hand stroked my shaft almost absently while she talked, sliding toward the head as I pushed forward and returning to the middle when I drew back.

“The highest-ranked blades can also be extraordinarily difficult to master. A swordsman requires sufficient skill and… ah… strength of will to control such a weapon rather than being controlled by it. That is why people say a blade chooses its wielder.”

“So a powerful sword needs the right person to handle it.”

“Not merely the right person,” Tashigi said.

A sudden edge entered her voice. She straightened despite the hand rubbing between her thighs and turned far enough to look at me over her shoulder. Her fist stopped stroking, although it remained tightly wrapped around my cock.

“Some of the finest blades in the world have fallen into the possession of pirates, murderers, and other criminals who use them to terrorize innocent people. They treat magnificent works of craftsmanship as tools for cruelty.”

She was getting worked up now. Her cheeks were still red and my palm was still cupping her pussy, but her embarrassment had been shoved aside by something she cared about much more.

“My dream is to recover every Famous Blade being wielded by an evil person.”

“So you want to collect all the best swords for yourself.”

“No!” Tashigi twisted toward me so sharply that her fist squeezed the middle of my shaft. “I do not want to hoard them. Famous Blades deserve to be preserved, studied, and carried by swordsmen who understand their value. I simply refuse to accept that irreplaceable weapons should remain in the hands of people who use them to murder and steal.”

“What happens after you take them?”

“That depends upon the blade. Some should be returned to their rightful owners. Others could be entrusted to honorable swordsmen, placed under Marine protection, or preserved somewhere they cannot be abused. Possessing them myself is not the point.”

She said it with enough conviction that even I understood the difference. Tashigi didn’t want a room full of expensive swords so she could count them. She wanted to hunt down every evil bastard carrying one and take it away from him.

Then I noticed the situation she had put herself in and grinned.

“So your dream is to grab every famous weapon you find in the hands of an evil man.”

“Yes.”

I pushed my hips forward, sliding my cock through her fist until her knuckles struck my pubes.

“You’re off to a good start.”

Tashigi looked down.

Her mouth tightened as she stared at the huge erection filling her hand. Then her gaze lifted to my grin.

“I was referring exclusively to bladed weapons.”

“Mine’s famous, and I’m a pirate.”

“It is still not a sword.”

She turned back to the window, but her fist started moving again. I rubbed the seam of her trousers against her pussy and looked at the sword hanging from her hip.

“What about yours? Did you take that one from an evil man?”

“No.” Her free hand settled proudly against its scabbard. “This is Shigure. She is my own Meito.”

I tried to take Shigure from her after that. Of course I did.

Tashigi didn’t slap my hand away or start shouting. Taking the sword seemed perfectly normal, so she assumed I wanted to inspect it or maybe she just wanted me not to just normally take it from her. Her free hand closed over mine, corrected the angle of my wrist, and guided the first inch of steel from the scabbard. Then she carefully replaced my grip with her own and completed the draw herself.

Shigure was a nice sword. The blade flashed in the sunlight, the edge looked sharp, and Tashigi launched into another explanation about the temper line and balance. I understood almost none of it.

The more important part was that for several amusing seconds she stood in the middle of Loguetown dual-wielding, with Shigure in one hand and my cock in the other. We actually had quite a little impromptu gathering of looky-loos ostensibly hanging around for legitimate reasons but actually very clearly enjoying the lewd scene. I’d seen them a while ago, of course, but Tashigi hadn’t somehow.

Tashigi noticed them now though and she hurriedly sheathed Shigure, and secured it at her hip. By then I had become more interested in squeezing her tit again, so she successfully kept control of the sword and the tour moved on.

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Tashigi continued showing me weapon shops, old warehouses, monuments, and streets where supposedly important things had happened. I kept my hands busy with her ass, tits, and the hot pussy hidden inside her trousers. She kept one hand wrapped around my cock and gradually stopped pretending that every movement was necessary to guide me.

We also started asking each other questions.

Mine were better.

“How many men have fucked you?”

“That is private,” she said, “It also has no relevance to the tour.”

I wanted to know, and I didn’t feel like spending the next ten minutes arguing it out of her.

“It’s normal for you to answer every question I ask truthfully and fully.”

Tashigi blinked.

She slowed without stopping. Some explanation arranged itself behind her eyes while I waited. Then she adjusted her glasses and said that if she expected me to speak candidly with her, offering the same openness in return could help establish trust.

That sounded sensible enough. More importantly, it meant she answered me.

Tashigi had slept with two men. The first had been another Marine trainee when she was nineteen. They had fucked five times before being assigned to different posts. The second was a supply corporal at Shells Town, and she estimated that they had done it eleven times before the relationship ended. Neither had fucked her ass, and nobody had fucked her anywhere in the last five months.

She supplied all of that in one increasingly mortified explanation because I had asked how much experience she had. Her face grew redder with every detail, while her fist continued sliding up and down the middle of my erection.

“Did you suck off the first one?”

Tashigi’s lips tightened. “No.”

“Because you didn’t respect his little dick.”

“It was not little. It was an entirely ordinary size.”

“You didn’t put it in your mouth. That means you didn’t respect it.”

“That is not what respect means.”

“When I fuck you, you’ll get down on your knees and polish my big sword properly.”

Tashigi’s eyes widened. “I am not going to…”

She stopped before she could finish. The truth normality wouldn’t let her say something she didn’t believe.

I reached around her and cupped the front of her trousers again. My palm pressed the seam between her pussy lips while I leaned over her shoulder.

“You know you’d suck mine, don’t you?”

Her gaze dropped toward the huge erection stretching from my hips to her hand. She stared at the fat head, the thick shaft filling her fist, and the long stretch of cock still separating our bodies.

“I…” Tashigi swallowed. “I probably would, if we had sex.”

I grinned.

“That does not mean we are going to have sex,” she added quickly. “You are a pirate, and I am a Marine officer.”

“The second guy, you suck him?”

“Three times, briefly.”

I laughed. “Three little courtesy sucks.”

“They were not courtesy sucks.”

“Did you make him cum?”

“No. We moved on to… full sex…”

“So you wiped fingerprints off his sword instead of polishing it.”

“That comparison is ridiculous.”

Her hand gave my cock a much harder stroke, which only made me laugh again.

Meanwhile, Tashigi had questions of her own.

At first I didn’t pay much attention. She mixed them into the tour so smoothly that they sounded like part of whatever she was already explaining. She would point out a naval outfitter and ask whether Alvida preferred purchasing supplies personally. At the next intersection she mentioned how captains usually divided large shore parties, then asked how many members of our crew had entered Loguetown.

“More came ashore than stayed on the ship,” I told her.

Tashigi didn’t complain that the answer was useless. She simply nodded as if I had given her something worth remembering, then pulled her fist slowly toward the head of my cock.

“How many stayed aboard?”

“Fewer than came ashore.”

Her thumb rubbed beneath the swollen ridge. “Then Captain Alvida brought most of her available crew into the city.”

“Maybe.”

She kept at it.

Questions about weapons became questions about which weapons Alvida’s crew carried. A description of Loguetown’s tavern district turned into an inquiry about where our people planned to gather. She asked whether Alvida intended to remain overnight, whether we had brought cargo ashore, and whether the captain had shown particular interest in the harbor, Marine positions, or the execution platform.

All the while, she pumped my cock.

It took me longer than it probably should have to realize she was doing both kinds of pumping at once. Whenever she wanted an answer, her hand traveled down my shaft with a slow, tight stroke. If I gave her something useful, she squeezed behind the head or rubbed her thumb over the sensitive underside. When I answered with nonsense, she moved on to another harmless piece of the tour and tried again a minute later.

Tashigi could feel as clever as she wanted. I had complete control of the situation. If I really cared about protecting every secret, I could tell her it was normal for her to forget Alvida existed. I could make her believe she was a puppy, put a collar around her neck, and have her barking at pigeons while I walked away.

That sounded entertaining, but not as entertaining as the current arrangement. Right now, she was holding my cock while I held her ass. I was willing to let her collect a few scraps of information.

Tashigi eventually tried a different approach.

“An ordinary member of Alvida’s crew may not be included in discussions concerning routes or operational plans,” she said while leading me around a delivery wagon. “You may simply have been told where and when to report.”

“I’m not an ordinary member.”

“No?”

“I’m the first mate.”

Tashigi stumbled on a raised cobblestone. Her fist crushed the middle of my cock while she used it to catch her balance again.

“Your wanted poster does not identify you as an officer.”

“I mean I didn’t actually do much talking to the Marine taking the photo, I was too busy playing with these noble ladies from Dressrosa…but it was a recent promotion anyway.”

She adjusted her glasses and started walking. Her hand slid toward the head, squeezed, and then drew slowly back down.

“How recent?”

I grinned. “Wouldn’t you like to know?”

“Yes,” Tashigi said. “That is why I asked.”

She didn’t sound annoyed. She just tried another question about how Alvida selected her officers. That one I was happy to answer.

“I fuck her.”

Tashigi looked back at me.

“All the time,” I explained. “That’s how I went from the bottom of the crew to first mate. Alvida loves my cock. Once she had this thing inside her, there wasn’t much point pretending some other guy was more important.”

Her fist had stopped near the middle of the shaft.

“That is not a conventional method of promotion.”

“It worked.”

“Does Captain Alvida regularly assign rank according to sexual performance?”

“Nope. I’m special.”

That was actually true. Alvida had hauled other members of the crew into her bed back when she was huge, but none of those unlucky bastards had received a promotion for servicing the captain. They didn’t even get extra rum. Mostly they emerged looking flattened and spent the next day avoiding everyone as best they could on a not so big ship.

I was the first man Alvida had actually wanted badly enough to reward.

I thrust through Tashigi’s stalled grip to remind her what made me different. Her knuckles struck my pubes, then she pulled her hand back toward the head with a slow stroke.

I told her about some of the other women too. Not because she had tricked me into it. I just liked bragging.

“I fucked the Queen of Goa.”

Tashigi’s hand slowed again. “The reigning queen?”

“Right out on the palace lawn. The king and a whole crowd of nobles stood there and watched me do it.”

She turned far enough to stare at me properly. “You publicly had intercourse with the queen in front of her husband and members of the royal court?”

“Yeah. Great party.”

Tashigi began asking questions about palace security, how I had entered the royal grounds, and whether Alvida’s crew had established contacts among the Goa nobility. Tashigi kept talking about Alvida’s crew as though the old gang was still free and following her orders instead of sitting in Marine cells. I was happy to let her believe that. Correcting her would only make her wonder whose ship Alvida and I were sailing on now.

Then I mentioned Kaya.

“Kaya’s this beautiful rich girl in Syrup Village. Huge house, lots of servants, cute little ass. I fucked her all night.”

Tashigi looked back at me. “Kaya Sherbet?”

“Uh.. I guess. Kaya was what everybody called her.”

“Madame Beyza’s daughter,” Tashigi said. “The Sherbet family operated Welcome House for generations. It was one of the best-known houses in the East Blue before it closed.”

I had to grin. There was my normality at work. Damn, but it moved fast. A week ago, none of that Sherbet family history had existed. Now Tashigi could tell me about it from another island like she had known it her whole life.

Had everybody in the East Blue gotten the whole story at once? Did old sailors suddenly remember visiting Welcome House years ago? Were there portraits, ledgers, and six generations of dead Sherbet women sitting in the new past now? I had no idea.

But Tashigi didn’t know that the Straw Hats had driven Kuro out or that I had fucked the place back open. Those things had actually happened, so the earrings apparently didn’t pass them around. Real news still had to crawl from island to island aboard ships or on the wings of News Coos. Trying to understand why made my head hurt, so I settled for enjoying how fucking amazing it was.

“I fucked Kaya all night, then turned her maids into whores and spent the next day working my way through them.”

Tashigi’s hand stopped halfway along my shaft, murmuring, “So the Welcome House is reopening… That will bring pirate crews back to the Gecko Islands….”

Tashigi pushed her glasses into place and led me toward what looked like a market, where striped awnings and overflowing fruit stalls narrowed the street. She was still flushed, her nipples were still hard beneath her crooked shirt, and her fist soon resumed its slow strokes along my cock. When I cupped the front of her trousers again, the seam felt hotter and damper than before, and her thighs closed around my hand. She was horny as hell no matter how determinedly she continued the tour. The best part was that we were still surrounded by shoppers, merchants, and sailors who stared, smirked, and went about their business while the proud Marine guided me through town.

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Link to the orphaned episodes further down the line:

https://chyoa.com/chapter/No-one.1659781

Soon there will be an unbroken path to them and the the story will actually move beyond Loguetown.