Nami's Bad Luck

I'm just a normal member on the Navy where pirates run rampant in this world full of oceans. My rank as warden give enough money, keep this dumbass pirate from runaway wasn't a big deal for me, cause i've at a Devil Fruit that give a power to controlling someone's mind. This fruit's power is so rare and only I know it, not even the admiral of the marines know about it. The fruit was a perfect way to keep my job safe, especially when dealing with the feistiest pirates.

Today is same as usual, i stand in the balcony while looking down at the prison harbor when the ship with new prisoner coming up, and i spot her. Nami, a beautiful pirate with orange hair, tightly bound by the marine. She struggled but was helpless. As she looked up and our eyes met, i knew she was different from the others. I felt something stir within me that i hadn't felt in a long time, something primal and overwhelmingly...horny.

"Take her to cell 23," I order my men, smirking as they dragged her away. She spat curses at me, but i knew she didn't know the power i held. The power to bend her will, to make her do anything i desire. I watched as she disappeared into the bowels of the ship, the sway of her hips leaving a trail of heat in the air. My thoughts were racing, filled with the images of what I would do to her later.

"Is she one of those Starw Hat ?" i ask while grab a cigarette, lighting it with a flick of my thumb.

"Aye, Captain," one of the marines replied, panting slightly from the exertion of subduing Nami. "But she's not just any ordinary pirate. She's their navigator, one of the smartest around."

"Sounds like a big deal, keep an eye on her boys. Make sure to check her." I took a long drag from my cigarette, watching as the smoke swirled around my head. My mind was racing with the possibilities. The thought of having such a renowned pirate under my control was intoxicating.

The marine nodded, "Yes, Captain."

I return to my office, calming myself down with the sweet, heady smoke of the cigarette. My cock is already straining against my pants, begging for attention. I can't help but wonder what Nami would look like under those tattered clothes. Her fiery spirit and sharp tongue only add to her allure. I decide that I need to see her for myself, to gauge just how much of a challenge she'll be.

The night grew darker, the ship swaying gently with the rhythm of the sea. I made my way down to the prison deck, the anticipation building with each step. The marines snapped to attention as I passed, whispering to one another as they eyed me with a mix of respect and fear. They knew my reputation for dealing with difficult prisoners, and I could see the excitement in their eyes as they wondered what I had planned for Nami.

As I approached cell 23, I heard the faint sound of her cursing and struggling against her restraints. A smirk played on my lips as I unlocked the heavy metal door and stepped inside. The dim light from the flickering candle cast shadows across her form, highlighting the curves of her body that were barely concealed by her torn and wet clothes. She was a vision of fiery passion and defiance, and I couldn't wait to claim her.

"Calm down, Nami," I said smoothly, my voice laced with the authority of my Devil Fruit. She immediately ceased her struggling, glaring up at me with a mix of anger and fear in her eyes. The power thrummed through me, a potent reminder of the control I held over her.

"What do you want?" she snarled, her voice a mix of defiance and exhaustion.

I smirk at her before, "Leave us both for a sec," I order the marines outside her cell. They nod and retreat, leaving us in the dimly lit space. I lock the door behind them, the sound echoing through the corridor. Nami's eyes widen in realization of her situation, but she remains silent, the only sound being the clanking of her chains against the cold metal floor.

"Cat Burglar, Nami. That's pretty bounty you got there." while holding her bounty poster in one hand, I slowly approached her, the candle in my other hand casting flickering shadows across her face, highlighting her delicate features. She was even more stunning than I had imagined. "I've read about you, quite the treasure you've got."

Her eyes narrowed, the anger in them burning hotter than the flame of the candle. "What do you want from me?" she spat out, the venom in her voice not lost on me.

"It's useless for you to resist me right now." with devilish smile while snap my fingers, summon a collar around her neck that glowed with the power of my Devil Fruit. "You see, I've got this little fruit that makes your bounty look like chump change."

Her eyes went wide with horror as she felt the collar tighten, the power of the fruit seeping into her mind. I could see the struggle within her, the **** fight against the inevitable. But it was a losing battle. I was the puppet master, and she was the prize that would soon dance to my tune.

"So, let my show begin. Take of your clothes." i command her, watching as the anger in her eyes flickered with confusion and fear. Slowly, she obeyed, her trembling hands working the ties of her shirt, revealing the soft, creamy skin beneath. The fabric fell to the floor, exposing her tight, lacey bra that did nothing to hide the fullness of her breasts.

Even when her mouth say 'no' but her body do the opposite, the power of my Devil Fruit made Nami's hands move without her consent. Her slender fingers worked on the buttons of her pants, the sound of each pop echoing in the silent cell. With a **** grace, she slid them down her hips, revealing matching lace panties that clung to the curve of her ass. She was a sight to behold, a fiery treasure that I would soon claim as my own.

"Now, the bra," I ordered, my voice a low growl of desire. She glared at me but complied, her breasts bouncing free, the nipples erect with anticipation. I could almost taste the sweetness of her submission as the collar's glow grew brighter.

The candlelight danced across her skin, highlighting the tattoos that marked her as a pirate. My eyes traced the patterns, the flaming suns and waves, a symbol of her rebellion against the very world that now had her in its grasp. I stepped closer, the heat between us palpable.

"Kneel," I demanded, and she did, her eyes never leaving mine. The power of the Devil Fruit thrummed through me, and I felt the heady rush of absolute control. Her hands moved to her panties, sliding them down her legs to expose her wet, pink pussy. I could smell her arousal, the scent of the sea mixed with the musk of her desire. It was intoxicating, and my cock grew even harder at the sight.

"Suck me," I ordered, unbuckling my pants and pulling out my thick, hard member. She leaned forward, her eyes still glaring with hatred, but her mouth obeyed, wrapping around the tip of my cock. The warmth of her mouth sent shockwaves through my body, and I groaned in pleasure. She took me in deep, her cheeks hollowing as she sucked and licked, her teeth grazing my skin. I felt the urge to cum already building within me, but I held back, savoring the feeling of her mouth around me.

"That's a good girl," I murmured, stroking her hair. Her eyes closed, and I could see the conflict in her expression as she fought the pleasure my power was forcing upon her. It only made me want her more. "Now, let's see how much you can take."

With a firm grip on the back of her head, I began to pump into her mouth, my hips moving in a steady rhythm. She gagged and choked, but the collar kept her in check, forcing her to take me deeper. Her eyes watered, and she whimpered around my cock, the sound of her distress only fueling my lust. I knew I had to be careful, though. If I pushed too hard, she might break, and that would ruin all the fun.

The tension in the air grew thicker with each passing moment. Her breathing was ragged, and her body was trembling, but she continued to suck, her tongue swirling around me, her cheeks red with the effort. I felt myself getting closer, the pressure building in my balls. "Take it all, Nami," I growled, "Swallow every drop."

As if on cue, she gagged and pulled back, her eyes watering as she looked up at me, begging for release. I knew she wouldn't last much longer. With one final, hard thrust, I came, filling her mouth with hot, sticky cum. She choked, her eyes squeezed shut, but the collar held firm, and she swallowed every drop.

When I finally pulled away, she collapsed to the floor, panting and sobbing, her eyes filled with a mix of anger and defeat. I zipped up my pants, the smirk never leaving my face. "You'll get used to this," I said, tossing her a towel. "We're going to have a lot of fun together, you and me."

The collar's glow faded, and she spit out the last of my cum, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand. "You're a monster," she whispered, her voice hoarse from the ****.

"Maybe," I said, "But you're going to be the most obedient pirate I've ever had."

And with that, I turned and left the cell, the sound of her chains rattling behind me. I knew that from now on, Nami would be mine to play with, mine to use, and mine to creampie whenever the mood struck me. The thought had my cock hardening again, eager for the next round.

Next day in the morning, i sit behind the office table while smoking, thinking about the sweet taste of victory from the night before. I knew she was going to be a handful, but the challenge only made me more excited. As I sit there, I heard the door opening, and there she was, Nami, escorted by two marines. Her clothes were back on, but the memory of her naked body was burned into my mind.

"Boys." calling out few of the marines that escorted Nami. "Leave us alone for a bit," I waved my hand dismissively. They obeyed, leaving the two of us in the quiet of the office. Nami's eyes shot daggers at me, the anger in them a stark contrast to the obedience I'd seen just hours before. But she was still wearing the collar, and I knew she was still mine to command.

I leaned back in my chair, the leather creaking beneath me. "So, Nami, how did you sleep?" I asked, feigning innocence. Her jaw clenched, and she remained silent, glaring at me with a look that could cut through steel.

"I see the collar's still on," I said, gesturing to the metal band around her neck. "It's a good thing too. Otherwise, I'd have to ask you to undress again, and I'm not sure you'd be as... compliant."

Nami's eyes blazed with fury, but she remained silent. She knew the power I had over her, and the thought of being **** to her knees again had to be driving her mad with rage. But there was something else there too, something that made my blood boil with desire. A spark of arousal that she couldn't hide, no matter how much she hated herself for it.

"C'mon, let me show you something." while lead her to my bedroom, the anticipation of what I had planned for her made me rock hard again. She followed, the chain attached to her collar clinking with each step she took. I could see the fear and anger in her eyes, but I also noticed the slight tremble in her legs, betraying her excitement.

Once we were in the room, I closed the door, and the sound of the lock clicking into place echoed in the silence. "Strip," I ordered, pointing to the bed. Her eyes searched mine for any hint of mercy, but she knew it was futile. With a huff of defiance, she began to remove her clothes, her movements slow and deliberate, as if trying to delay the inevitable.

As each piece of fabric fell away, my cock grew harder, standing tall and proud, demanding attention. She was even more beautiful than I had imagined, her skin smooth and unblemished, her curves perfect. When she was fully naked, I stepped closer, letting the heat of her body wash over me.

"On the bed," I said, and she complied, her eyes never leaving mine as she crawled onto the mattress. The collar around her neck glowed faintly, a reminder of my control. I could see the pulse in her throat, the rapid beat of her heart betraying her fear. But I knew it wasn't just fear that made her pulse race.

I climbed onto the bed, straddling her hips. Her breasts heaved with every breath she took, the nipples hard and begging for attention. I leaned down, capturing one in my mouth, and she gasped, her body arching involuntarily. I could feel the wetness between her legs, and I knew she was ready for me, no matter how much she hated it.

I reached down, sliding my fingers through her folds, feeling the slickness of her arousal. She was wet, so wet, and my cock throbbed with the need to be inside her. I positioned myself at her entrance, the head of my cock nudging against her slickness. Her eyes searched mine, and for a moment, I saw something else in them. A plea, a silent cry for mercy. But it was too late for that.

With one swift thrust, I entered her, filling her completely. She let out a strangled moan, her nails digging into the sheets. The sensation was indescribable, the tightness of her pussy gripping me like a vice. I began to move, my hips sliding against hers in a slow, deliberate rhythm. Each thrust sent waves of pleasure crashing through my body, and I knew I couldn't hold out much longer.

I leaned down, whispering in her ear, "You're going to take it all, Nami. Every single drop." She whimpered, her body writhing beneath me, but she was powerless to stop me. I picked up the pace, pounding into her with an intensity that made the bed shake. Her moans grew louder, and I could feel her body start to tighten around me.

Her pussy began to spasm, and I knew she was close to orgasm. The thought of her cumming for me, despite the circumstances, had me on the edge. "That's it," I groaned, "Take it all." With a final, deep thrust, I emptied myself into her, my cum filling her up until it spilled out around my cock. She screamed, her body convulsing with the **** of her climax.

We lay there for a moment, our breathing ragged and uneven. The scent of sex hung heavy in the air, a heady mix of sweat and desire. "You're mine now, Nami," I said, my voice filled with a mix of triumph and lust. "And every day, I'll make sure you remember it."

The collar's glow dimmed, and she was finally free of my control. But the look in her eyes told me she knew it was only temporary. Her body was mine to use, and she would be creampied time and time again. The thought had me hardening once more, eager to claim her again. But for now, I pulled out, leaving her filled with my seed.

"You can go," I said, my voice still a low growl of satisfaction. "But don't think this is over."

Nami scrambled off the bed, grabbing her clothes and pulling them on with trembling hands. She shot me one last glare before storming out of the room, the door slamming shut behind her. I couldn't help but smile, knowing she'd be back, that she'd be mine again and again. The thought had me stroking my cock, already imagining the next time I'd have her in my bed, her body writhing beneath me, her eyes filled with a mix of anger and lust as I claimed her once more.

The days turned into a twisted game of cat and mouse, with Nami trying to find a way to escape my grasp and me, eagerly awaiting the next time I could have her under my control. The marines watched her closely, their eyes filled with lust every time they glanced her way. They knew she was mine, but that didn't stop them from dreaming. I had to admit, she had a way of making a man's blood boil.

One night, as the ship rocked gently in the moonlit waves, I decided it was time for round two. I summoned the guards, my voice filled with the power of the Devil Fruit. "Bring her to me," I said, the smirk never leaving my face. They knew what it meant, and they didn't dare to disobey.

When they brought her into my office, she was dressed in the same tattered clothes, but the fire in her eyes was unchanged. She struggled against the chains, her body slick with sweat from the heat of the day. I could see the fear and anger in her gaze, but it only made me want her more.

I stepped closer, my hand reaching out to stroke her cheek. "You know you want this, Nami," I whispered, the words a seductive caress against her skin. "You know you crave it."

Her eyes searched mine, and for a moment, I saw something flicker in the depths, something that made my pulse race. "I'll never be yours," she spat, the defiance in her voice unmistakable.

But she was wrong. She already was.

With a flick of my wrist, I reactivated the collar, watching as the glow grew brighter and her body went slack. "We'll see about that," I said, my voice a low purr of desire.

The rest of the night was a blur of passion and power, as I used Nami's body for my own pleasure. She moaned and cursed, her legs wrapping around me, her nails digging into my back as I pounded into her over and over. Her pussy was tight and wet, the walls clenching around me as she fought against the orgasms that the collar **** upon her.

As the sun began to rise, I knew I had to let her go, at least for a little while. But the taste of victory was sweet, and I knew it was only a matter of time before I had her again. The marines took her away, their eyes lingering on her body as they dragged her back to her cell.

I lay back in the rumpled bed, my cock still hard, thinking about what was to come. I had plans for Nami, grand plans that involved more than just my cock. I wanted to break her, to make her crave the very thing she hated. And with each passing day, I knew I was getting closer.

The power was addictive, and I could feel it growing within me. Each time I used it on her, it got stronger, more potent. And with that power, I knew I could make her do anything.

But for now, I had to wait, had to bide my time. The chase was half the fun, after all. And when the time was right, I would pounce, and she would be mine forever.