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Something Worth Dying For	By : slj812000 Category: +M to R > One Piece Views: 10730 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 2
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Chapter Twelve: Nami
Nami’s Wednesday was not a typical Wednesday by far.
It was the first time Nami had worn one of her ‘special occasion’ dresses. Her afternoon shift had been cancelled and she was given over to the hands of people she’d never seen before to be made ‘presentable.’ Nami normally took care of her own appearance and hygiene, but today was apparently special.
She was taken to a room she’d never been in before and instructed to lie on a tiny bed. It wasn’t long until a group of women who were not Mermaids came in and began slathering her legs down in hot wax to rip her hair out. Nami gritted her teeth and bore with the evil treatment without complaint until she was told to pull her knees to her chest and spread her legs.
Okay, her legs, arms, and underarms, Nami could handle. But her vagina? Nami made silent promises of equal pain towards the women who stripped her crotch completely bare of hair. At least the rest of her afternoon wasn’t as painful. Her short hair had been curled into soft waves and makeup had been applied in a heavy hand to make her appear much closer to mid-twenties rather than mid-teens.
She was clothed in some of her new fancy underwear while the dress that had been chosen for her was one of the dresses Arlong had liked most during their shopping trip. It was a floor length red number that was sleeveless and slit at both sides up the length of her legs. Inlaid were tiny gold and black embroidered sakura blossoms that were matched by the black and gold stilettos she wore. Nami recalled that the dress had held a price tag of seven hundred thousand berries.
Whoever the ‘honored guest’ was tonight, Arlong was pulling out all of the stops. He was apparently adamant that only the best be shown, since on her way down to the sixteenth floor, the only Fish she saw were in black suits and ties. The entire floor had been cleared of its usual furniture. In place of the large desk and leather chairs and couches, one long table stretched the length of the building.
Something was wrong with the whole set up. Nami could feel it in her bones. But she couldn’t tell what since there was so much bustling going on by the Fish. Since when did the Fish ever bustle? It was like they all were afraid one wrong move would cost them their lives.
“Ah, perfect.”
Nami unwillingly turned her gaze to Arlong. He was walking towards her, also impeccably dressed, as he appraised her.
“Your job is easy tonight,” Arlong told her. “You will stay at Hachi’s side the entire time. You will smile and look alluring. If anyone comes up to speak with you, you will be charming as you invite them upstairs. You will say nothing that doesn’t pertain to being a Mermaid. Can do this, little Mikan?”
Mikan was her Mermaid name. All of the Mermaids had aliases. Nami spotted Koi and Sakura standing at Chew and Kuroobi’s sides and knew that they had been given the same instructions.
“Yes, boss,” Nami answered as Hachi came to stand by her.
“We are having some very special guests tonight,” Arlong relayed, though rather than sounding pleased, he seemed more agitated. “If I hear, see, or even think you have misbehaved in any way, our agreement will become instantly null and void. Am I understood?”
He meant that the protection Nami ‘paid’ for pertaining to her mother and sister would no longer exist and they would become fair game.
“Impeccably,” Nami replied. Arlong smiled and gave her cheek and affectionate pat before returning to barking orders at his men. Shortly thereafter, the elevator doors opened and several people began filing out. Nami didn’t even bother to look at any of them; she hadn’t been asked to make eye contact, only look pretty. So she put on her most alluring smile and stood at Hachi’s side as they took up residence in one of the corners of the room.
Mostly, she watched Arlong. She really hated him, but his nervousness was out of character. Something was going on that had riled him, and if anything went wrong, she knew she’d see it from him before anyone else and could find a way to make herself scarce.
Many people spoke with Arlong. A bed-ragged looking man with sunglasses and snot hanging out of his nose, a tall man with long brown hair and two red tattoo bars down his face, a hulk of a man with a weird gold face mask, and someone that Nami couldn’t see behind a huge pink feather coat were the ones that made Arlong practically tremble with fear.
Gradually, everyone sat down at the long table. Ironically, it was not Arlong who sat at the head of it, but the weirdo with the pink coat. It was then when Nami could begin to hear the snippets of conversation being had.
“So Jinbei tells me you have eighty-six percent of the East Blue under your control,” someone said. Nami couldn’t tell who was speaking since the majority of the ‘special guests’ were seated with their backs to her.
“Indeed I do,” Arlong replied, doing a fairly good job of not sounding intimidated. He probably had his Fish fooled, but Nami knew better. “There are only a few pockets of resistance left, thanks to the information handed to me by one of my members.”
“Oh?” said someone, drawing out the single syllable word. “Someone whose ability to gather information is on par with that of Crocodile?”
Nami internally snorted at that comparison.
“Just someone who was in the right place at the right time,” Arlong clarified. “A stroke of luck that I cashed in on.”
“Too true,” agreed someone else. “To be able to strike against the Don Krieg’s mafia right after they’d been raided by the Special Police suggests that your member was very deeply infiltrated with ranks of the police that is mostly unknown to the criminal element.”
Accidentally infiltrated, Nami mentally corrected. She hadn’t meant to be an informant.
“I’d like to meet this person,” someone stated, and Arlong paled. Nami wondered how he would play that one off. There was no way he could possibly tell the truth.
“Any time you like,” Arlong offered, sounding a little nervous. Contrary to what Nami had thought, Arlong pointed directly at her. “May I introduce to you all, my little Mikan. My newest Mermaid.”
Nami looked down and away in attempt to look demure and shy. Hopefully it was alluring. Hopefully, it wouldn’t get her killed either. What was Arlong thinking, telling the truth?
“One of my top earners,” Arlong went on, bragging. It made sense now. He was trying to garner revenue by pointing her out, hoping someone would want to buy some of her time. “Her nights are regularly booked completely, but tonight her agenda is clear, if anyone is interested.”
He was overselling her, but Nami could do nothing about it.
“How, pray tell, does a Mermaid get the information she did?” someone asked. “Lying on one’s back all day doesn’t sound like a very effective way to gather information, unless you have chatty officers from the Special Police visiting regularly, in which case you have bigger problems than the Don Krieg mafia.”
Arlong laughed, but it seemed forced.
“My dear Mikan was, until recently, a Messenger,” Arlong explained. “She was promoted after her last assignment.”
“What a pity,” someone lamented. “You could have used her much more where she was. Such a waste.”
“I guarantee she is not wasted as a Mermaid,” Arlong contradicted. “I get much more use of her now, rather than when she was only running around beating up encroachers after school.”
“Regardless, the time table is set,” someone interrupted. “Can you have all of East Blue under your control in the allotted time?”
Nami had no idea what they were talking about. Hell, she hadn’t even heard that Arlong worked under someone else’s hand until that conversation. Originally, when she’d chosen what criminal element she wanted to join for protection, she’d chosen Arlong since he appeared to be the strongest at the time. It seemed that some of his strength was coming from elsewhere.
“Of course,” Arlong assured them. “As I said, there are only small pockets of resistance left. Small timers like Alvida. They will fall within days.”
“Good. I would hate to have to call in Jinbei for trivial matters such as these.”
Arlong wilted at the mention of Jinbei. A bell sounded in Nami’s head and she knew whose hand Arlong was under.
Dinner was served then, and most of the conversation died out. Nami allowed herself brief glances at the table now and again to see if anyone had their eye on her. She hoped not. She wanted to be released to the confines of her room to wait for Luffy to arrive. With Arlong occupied by what appeared to be a very tense business meeting, she knew Luffy would not be able to ask him how much she would be to buy off permanently.
Still, though no one she could see was looking at her, Nami felt like she was being watched. It made her uneasy. She knew she was fidgeting by the time dinner was cleared and the sake brought out. It was finally then that the Mermaids were allowed to go back to their rooms to wait on customers.
Once in hers, Nami immediately took off her heels. She hated the sight of them. She put them into a drawer in her dresser so she wouldn’t have to look at them anymore. Next, she stripped herself out of the costly dress as carefully as she could, since she didn’t want to snag it or something and have Arlong take the expense of the dress out of her hide.
She dressed in her robe, since it was still early and she could have a customer or two before Luffy arrived. Not that Luffy cared what she was dressed in anyway. He’d seen her in her robe over a dozen times now and had yet to say anything about her appearance. It was a pretty sad, how little she affected the boy. She wondered if he had hormones at all in that gangly boyish body.
She heard low whistling coming from down the hall. At first, Nami didn’t recognize the song being whistled, but then it came to her: it was the Loguetown Senior High School fight song. Nami smiled unconsciously, knowing it must be Luffy on his way to her. She quickly finished putting away the expensive dress into one of her drawers.
“You’re early! Usually, you don—”
Nami turned to see someone other than Luffy standing in her doorway. He was lean and tall. Very tall. And solemn. No emotion crossed his face at the sight of her.
And he was familiar.
Nami tried to wrack her brain to remember where she had seen this young man before. She hadn’t seen him downstairs at the dinner party, she knew. So why was he familiar? She looked for distinguishing features.
Aside from his height and lack of expression, there was the long blade strapped to his back. A nodachi, if she remembered right. It was almost as long as he was tall. That he was allowed to carry any sort of weapon within Arlong’s stronghold showed that either he was a guest of very high importance or a guest that had the ability to subdue anyone in the stronghold. But that was a thought for later.
His next distinguishing feature was his clothes. They were casual for the most part, aside from the large hat he wore. It was covered in fur. That was a staple on just about every bit of clothing from the North Blue suburb. It was a good guess that he wasn’t from around East Blue.
But then, why was he so familiar?
It was when he shifted to walk into the room that she realized the familiarity. He had to stoop to get in the doorway, being so tall, and he shifted to the side and she caught sight of something white hanging off of the nodachi sheath. A little white bear.
This was the boy from Flevance Water Clinic. He was the second year who went to her school. Though she still did not know his name, she instantly felt dread at his presence. What was a boy from her school doing in Arlong Park?
In two long strides, the boy—no, it wasn’t appropriate to call this person a boy, he was too big—the man had crossed the length of her room and stood in front of her. He narrowed his eyes, unshouldering his nodachi and setting it against the wall. Nami watched the little white bear sway for a moment until she felt fingers on her arm.
He was gliding his hand up her arm, lifting the sleeve of her robe as he went. When he got to her upper arm, he turned her a little and looked expectantly. Nami glanced at the spot he scrutinized and saw the yellowish remains of the last of her bruises from the fight with the Black Cat gang.
Oh shit. He recognized her.
His hand left her arm and her sleeve fell back down. Nami tried to shrink away from him, but she was caught between him and the chest of drawers that held her fancy clothes. Roughly, he grabbed her chin and forced her to look up at him.
“I hear you’re a good fuck.”
His voice was deep and seemingly disinterested, but his eyes scrutinized every inch of her face.
“I guess,” she replied, not knowing how to answer. According to Arlong, she was one of his best, but he’d been bragging her off at the time.
“There’s some punk who comes and buys your entire night every night,” the man countered. “Has been for the last three weeks I hear.”
She’d forgotten to take into account Luffy. If a person looked at the amount of money she brought in on a daily basis, yeah, she was probably the best earning Mermaid Arlong had. Maybe Arlong’s boasting hadn’t been all lies.
“So?” she shrugged. The grip on her chin tightened.
“I’ve come to see for myself,” he returned. He used his grip on her to throw her face away from him and proceeded to shuck his shirt.
Fine. He was a customer. Whatever. Surreptitiously glancing at her clock, Nami saw that it was close to seven. Luffy would be there in an hour. She’d fuck this guy and get him the hell out of there.
“How long did you buy?” Nami asked. Somehow she knew this man wouldn’t be just a blow-and-go.
“I get you as long as I fucking please,” he snidely responded, undoing the belt of his pants. “You should show me what makes that punk come back every night.”
Nami raised an eyebrow, but did not comment. By the way he leaned against her bed without sitting on it, he was obviously expecting a blow before they got down to business. Knowing that relenting would get him to leave faster, she kneeled down in front of him.
“So far I ain’t impressed,” he chided, crossing his arms. “You ain’t exactly hot shit to look at.”
She figured he was trying to rile her up. She ignored him, slipping his belt from the loops of his pants and placing it on the bed. She unbuttoned his pants and, using a tactic she’d seen on the internet when the boys were looking up porn on their phones at lunch, she unzipped his fly with her teeth.
Looking up at him, she saw him smirk, clearly not impressed. Putting her hands on the fabric of his pants at his knees, she gave a sharp jerk, pulling the pants down despite him leaning against the bed. His hand settled into her hair and yanked back sharply.
“You best be nice to me,” he warned. “When I play rough, I draw blood.”
“That’s against the rules,” she recited. He grinned maniacally.
“I don’t have to adhere to your ‘rules,’” he spat, giving her hair another yank before letting go.
Fucker. Everyone had to follow the rules, or risk the wrath of Arlong. He put one mark on her beyond a hickie and he’d be—
The nodachi. He carried the nodachi around Arlong Park and no one stopped him. Nami realized that he may be right. He may be able to subjugate the rules if he was stronger than Arlong himself.
Nami felt a wave of fear pass through her. Stronger than Arlong? Nami had only once ever seen her boss cower at the people downstairs. And the mention of Jinbei. Was this man—a second year in her own damn school—that big a force to be reckoned with?
Struggling with her inner thoughts, Nami mechanically reached up and began sliding down his boxer briefs. She’d done dozens upon dozens of blow jobs at that point that she could do it in her sleep. She mentally mulled over the possibility of someone being that powerful at her age as she teased his cock and massaged his sac.
She was awarded with a backhand. Stunned, she looked up in confusion. It wasn’t like he wasn’t enjoying it; he was fully erect and seeping precum.
“Pay attention,” he snapped. “The best fuck in the house better not be some cunt that spaces out as she fucks. Any whore can do that. What makes you so fucking special?”
Nami felt a trickle of blood running down her upper lip and wiped it away with the sleeve of her robe. He wasn’t kidding when he’d threatened to draw blood. She continued massaging his sac and put her grip around his cock, giving a few twisting pumps as she spread his precum across him.
She gave him a wary glance to prove she was paying attention and he smirked. The bastard was enjoying himself, despite his complaints. Inwardly sighing, Nami opened wide and took him into her mouth, deepthroating him right off the bat. She was mollified to see his arms uncross and fall to his sides, his hands gripping the sheets of the bed tightly.
She backed off and gave a few leisurely bobs down his cock aided by her hand before deepthroating him again. She could feel his sac contract in her hand so she pulled back until only the tip of him was in her mouth before going all the way down again, dragging her teeth lightly across him. His hand gripped her hair forcefully as he shot his load down the back of her throat.
The hand in her hair pulled her back about an inch so he could look at her.
“Speed doesn’t count as talent,” he panted slightly. She couldn’t retort with his cock in her mouth, but she wanted to tell him that the sperm running down her throat spoke otherwise.
He finally let go of her hair and she let his rapidly softening penis slip out of her mouth. She re-gripped him, tighter this time and stroked long and hard to get him back to ready. He didn’t want to admit defeat against her oral skills? Fine. She had practically perfected the art of pulling an orgasm from a man. Let him tell her she still sucked when he was shuddering with release with her on top of him.
Standing while still stroking him, she pulled at the tie that held her robe closed. The satin material easily loosened and soon the robe was sliding off her shoulders and getting caught on her occupied hand. Letting go to let the robe slide to the floor, she saw that he was fully erect again and ready to go.
She glanced up at him coyly and received that damnable smirk in return. She went to her chest of drawers and opened the top one, grabbing a condom and ripping the seal. He grabbed it out of her hand and threw it towards the garbage.
“We ain’t using that shit,” he snapped. “I hate those.”
“All customers have to—” she started.
“I ain’t no goddamn customer,” he told her. “You want me to go downstairs and tell that lily-livered piece of shit that calls himself the head of this yakuza that you’re being difficult?”
“I’m just following the rules,” she defended. He slapped her again and put his hand around her throat. With one hand, he easily closed off her air passageway and lifted her until only her toes brushed the ground.
“I told you, I don’t have to follow the fucking rules,” he growled at her. “I don’t like repeating myself.”
He dropped her. She barely caught herself, sucking in much needed air as she massaged her throat. He resumed leaning on the edge of the bed and looked at her expectantly. A little apprehensively, she rested her hands on his shoulders and pushed back slightly, forcing him to fully seat himself on the bed. But only the edge of it. Then she straddled him, gripping his shoulders for balance as she perched on the edge of the bed.
It seemed she was going to have to work for it, since he didn’t move his hands from their spot gripping the bed linens, but she’d expected as much. She let go of one of his shoulders only long enough to grip his cock and insert the tip of him inside her. She regained her grip on his shoulder and slowly eased down until he was fully seated inside of her.
She could tell by the tight muscles in his neck that he was affected by her, no matter what he decided to say. So, rather than listen to him blather about how terrible she was when she obviously wasn’t, she arched her back so she could reach his mouth to kiss him.
She didn’t like to kiss the men who came to her for sex. In truth, she didn’t like kissing period. There were too many unknowns with kissing, the most obvious one being the fact of not knowing the oral hygiene of the other, that turned her off to it. But that didn’t mean she wasn’t good at it.
One time, on a dare (order), she had been obliged to kiss one of the other Mermaids for the Fish. A simple peck wouldn’t suffice, so she and the Mermaid had gone all out to give the guys a show. She’d learned some interesting things with that experience.
She hadn’t been sure that the man would even accept her kiss, since he may hold some of the same turn offs as she did, but he seemed to be willing. She tentatively licked his bottom lip before nipping at it gently, which of course made him smirk. It didn’t matter, though, since he opened his mouth and that was the whole point.
Long, gentle strokes with her tongue. That was the first thing the Mermaid had taught her. The second was the gentle nip. Sometimes his lip, sometimes his tongue, sometimes his neck when she broke away for air. All the while, she was slowly pumping up and down on him, rising until the only the tip was lodged in and falling until he was fully buried.
She wasn’t surprised that his hands found their way to her hips. The slow torture she’d been subjecting him to could only be taken for so long. He’d lasted probably a good five minutes. He gripped her tightly and slammed her down onto him, driving him further than before and causing her to pull away from his mouth and grimace in pain as he hit her cervix.
“Enough with this bullshit,” he growled, leaning his forehead against hers. “It’s boring.”
Rather than boring, Nami figured he was about ready to bust a nut again. Still, he had made his point very clearly by once again proving he could hurt her if he wanted, so she wiggled forward on the bed, intending to ride him through his upcoming orgasm.
“No,” he denied, picking her up by the grip on her hips. “You’re on the bottom.”
Oooookay. The man apparently had control issues. He somewhat roughly dropped her onto her back on the bed, which was weird since he was still fully seated in her, and climbed over her. Whatever. Nami could work her magic on her back just as easily as on top of him.
He of course tried to start pounding away at her, but he was soon unable. Nami had excellent control of her kegel muscles and was soon using those vaginal muscles to clamp down on him. She saw his shoulders shudder as the tendons stuck out on his neck while he tried to stave off his orgasm. He gave her a dark look and leaned down over her, clamping down on her nipple with his teeth. He tightened his teeth until she released her muscles and let him move as he liked.
“Don’t make me be mean to you,” he warned her after he let go of her nipple.
“I thought I was supposed to be showing you why I’m the best fuck here?” she retorted, massaging her poor nipple. “Not lying back and taking it like any other whore.”
He narrowed his eyes at her. With a sharp snap of his hips, he collided with her cervix again. She didn’t cry out, but she barely contained a moan of discomfort.
“This is about what I want,” he spat. “And I want to pound you like a jackhammer right now, got it?”
She apparently didn’t need to answer, because that’s exactly what he did. He thrust in shallow, short bursts for a couple of minutes before dropping his head against her chest and slowing to a crawl when his orgasm hit.
She felt him slowly sliding out and another sensation she wasn’t used to: leaking. Throughout all the fucking she’d done, it had always been with a condom as per the rules, so the foreign sensation of excess semen leaking out of her felt gross. She tried to not let the displeasure show on her face as the man raised his head and looked at her.
“Again,” he demanded, sliding off the bed and pulling her along. Somewhat wobbly, she stood as well. He turned her so her back was to him and bent her over the bed. Great. Now she was lying in a sticky, damp spot. She turned her head and looked back at him, seeing him stroke himself as he tried to bring himself to ready again.
“Do that thing you were doing before,” he told her. She gave him a blank look. What thing? She’d been doing a lot of things before. “That thing with your cunt.”
Nami turned away from him and rolled her eyes. His language was deplorable, even for a thug. In less than a minute, he was pushing back into her until his hips met with her butt. It wasn’t as deep of a penetration as before, so Nami reveled in the fact that he couldn’t cervix-check her if she did something he didn’t like.
He braced his arms on either side of her and began a lazy pace in and out. She let him throw a few strokes before she used her muscles to grip him tightly. His breathing was hard as he pulled and pushed against the added friction. He leaned his head against her shoulder as he thrust, gazing his teeth against her skin before biting her.
It didn’t hurt, per se, but Nami wasn’t comfortable with his bites. They had the potential to be worse, she knew. When he took a moment to pause and steel himself, she rotated her hips in a figure eight. It earned a deep groan from him, as well as a sharp thrust.
Seeing as he wasn’t telling her that he didn’t want her to do that again, she went ahead and did.
“Fuck,” he groaned, down on his elbows now. His chest was almost flush with her back. She had one last thing she could do, and she could only do it in this position. She wiggled underneath him a little bit which brought on more cussing, but managed to cross her legs.
He restarted his thrusting, but didn’t make it very far before she felt his entire body shaking with effort. Crossing her legs while bent over had given back something that repeated usage had taken away: she felt as tight as a virgin again. It was only four or five more thrusts before he was done for.
His full weight fell onto her back, which was a substantial amount for someone who appeared so skinny. He huffed with exertion in her ear while one of his arms dug between her stomach and the mattress to hold her where she was.
Like she could go anywhere with him lying on top of her and still inside her.
“Well, well, well. Looks like I missed a good show.”
The huffing in her ear stopped and the orgasm-slackened body above her tensed up. Nami turned her head towards the door and saw a flashily dressed blonde in sunglasses standing there. The man on top of her immediately pulled away from her and drew up his pants.
“Over already?” the blonde asked, stepping into the room. Three people made it somewhat crowded, even though Nami was on the bed. She had rolled over and sat up, wondering if this was her next client. But glancing at the clock, it was after eight. Luffy was usually here by now.
The blonde strolled over to her, taking her chin in his hand and moving her head from side to side as if he were judging a piece of meat. Which he probably was.
“She’s not much to look at,” the blonde stated, dropping her chin and looking at the other man. “What do you think, Law? Was she worth the reputation?”
The other man, Law, shrugged. “Fucks like a champ, I s’pose.”
“Really?” the blonde asked, surprise evident in his voice. Law held up three fingers. The blonde chuckled. “She made you blow your load three times? I’d say she is something special then.”
Law had regained his indifferent demeanor, all smirks and haughtiness gone. Nami began to wonder about the blonde man. He didn’t have any weapons on him that Nami could see, but judging by Law’s body language, the blonde was the clear threat in the room.
“Shall I have a go, then?” the blonde proposed. He turned to Nami, smiling in a way that made her stomach fill with dread. Somehow, Law’s apprehensive nature around the blonde didn’t seem so farfetched anymore.
“Here you are, Donquixote,” Arlong’s voice called from the hall. He sounded both agitated and placating. Arlong came to stand in the doorway, since there really wasn’t any space left in the room anymore. Nami saw that his eyes looked panicked. “Enjoying the selection of Mermaids, I see.”
“My man Law came to see if the rumors about the red-headed Mermaid were true,” Donquixote explained. “He seems to think there is merit to the rumors. So I’ve decided to have a go.”
Arlong looked a little upset at the prospect, and the man Law looked pitying. It was then that Nami knew her fears about the man were right. She couldn’t say no, lest she want a bullet in the brain, so when Donquixote pulled her off the bed and turned her around to face away from him and pushed her up against the bed, she didn’t protest.
“My, my. You really left her sloppy, didn’t you, Law?” Donquixote commented, probing her with two fingers and spreading the leaking fluid around. She jerked when one of his fingers pushed against her anus. And it wasn’t on accident. More fluid was spread there and his fingers began pushing with more force against her. “I bet she’s a virgin.”
If he was referring to her ass, yes she was. And she wanted to stay that way! She began to struggle, now preferring the bullet to the brain in comparison to what seemed likely to come. A large hand slammed forcefully into the back of her head and pushed her face into the mattress. Momentarily stunned, her body slackened and her arms were grabbed and pulled painfully behind her. She felt the satin of her robe tie tightening around her arms to bind them together and realized she was being immobilized.
Her first instinct was to raise her torso from the bed, but his hand was pushing a good amount of weight into the middle of her back now. The other hand was undoing his pants.
This was going to happen, she realized. There was nothing she could do. She racked her brain for information on anal sex. She’d heard other Mermaids talking to one another about it a little, and the only thing she could remember was that the more she tensed up, the more it would hurt. She tried to calm herself down and remain as untense as possible.
“Don’t stop now,” Donquixote cooed at her. “I like it when you struggle. Makes it better.”
Nami cringed as she felt his cock pushing against her anus. She tried to remain slack, but the more he pushed the more she tensed up. Finally, she felt the tip of him enter her. It felt awful. She could have sworn that the edges of her anus were tearing apart.
“I have a feeling she’s gonna be a loud one,” Donquixote predicted, pausing with just the tip in. “Law, why don’t you go fill that mouth so we don’t have to listen to it.”
Nami’s head was turned his way, so she could see the look that Law was giving her. He looked like he knew what was to come for her, and that he didn’t wish it on her.
“No thanks,” he passed. “I don’t want her biting my dick off on accident.”
“Aw, she won’t bite your dick off,” Donquixote replied jovially. “Will you, sweetheart?”
At this rate, Nami didn’t know. If it was worse than this, and the look she was getting from Law said it would be, she might just do it.
She was struck on the behind with a stinging slap of a belt. It automatically made her anus clench and then pulse with pain. She did as predicted and cried out.
“Will you, sweetheart?” he repeated in a dark, menacing voice. Nami moaned and shook her head no. “See? Now get over here and stuff her face. I don’t want to hear any more of her pathetic crying.”
Law didn’t look pleased as he came over to the bed and climbed on. He pulled his pants back down to his knees again and sat himself in front of Nami. Donquixote’s hand fisted in her hair and pulled back, forcing her back to arch and putting her face in line with Law’s crotch. As instructed, Law put his flaccid cock in her mouth with one final pleading look at her to try not to dismember him.
He was barely in her mouth before the pounding started. She would have screamed out loud, but since her mouth was occupied, it came out as a moan. It felt as though her ass was being torn apart! All she could feel was a constant pulsing pain that was accompanied by the sound of slapping skin.
“Fuck!” Law hissed, bracing his hands on either side of her as he leaned forwards over her. Donquixote was still controlling her head, pulling her back when he thrust in, and pushing her down on Law when he retreated. Law was apparently receiving the best blow of his life in the meantime. Every time a scream or cry tried to escape Nami’s mouth, it reverberated over Law and he shuddered at the sensations.
It didn’t take long for Law to blow his load again. Soon he was slipping out of her mouth and leaning to the side, trying to catch his breath. Conversely, Nami’s cries were now unhindered, but despite Donquixote saying he didn’t want to listen to them, he seem to be invigorated by them. He thrust harder and harder until Nami was sure she’d split in two.
The abruptly, the thrusting stopped. Nami was yanked backwards off of the bed and fell to the floor in heap. She was vaguely aware of liquid falling on her. All she could process was the fact that she wasn’t being sodomized anymore for a few moments. When she did regain her senses, she realized that Donquixote was ejaculating onto her rather than in her.
Good. In retrospect, she didn’t want any part of that man to remain inside of her.
“Good show,” Arlong commented, looking a little less distressed than before. Nami figured that any worry Arlong may have had for her wellbeing stemmed from not wanting to risk an investment being irreparably broken. “I should come watch more often.”
Donquixote chuckled. “She definitely doesn’t disappoint. I’ve taken a liking to her.”
Nami shuddered at those words.
“How much?”
Terror. Pure terror. Nami stopped breathing as she looked up at Donquixote. He couldn’t be asking…
“How much to buy her?” Donquixote asked again. “She’s first rate. I wouldn’t mind having her in my collection.”
Donquixote wanted to buy her from Arlong. Permanently. Lack of oxygen (since she still wasn’t breathing) made her dizzy and she dropped her head to the floor. Her vision started to cloud and she figured she was about to pass out. She let the feeling take her.
“How does one hundred million sound?”
Those were the last words she heard before she dropped unconscious.
.o0o.
When she woke up, Nami was lying on her side in bed beneath the sheet. She stared blankly at the wall, noting that the color was close to what she would call and eggshell tone. The walls matched the color of her sheets exactly. She’d never noticed before.
Because she’d never spent two entire minutes looking at the both of them. Going on three minutes now. She refused to move or think of anything other than the color of the sheets. Even when the bed weighed down behind her. Even when a hand rested on her shoulder and pulled her onto her back.
“You alive?”
Unfortunately.
Nami stared dully at the ceiling tiles, beginning her to count them again. She got to seven when she was gently slapped on the cheek.
‘No, don’t make me come back to reality,’ she begged in her mind, squeezing her eyes shut. She just needed a little time. Just a little, to process what had happened and file it away in the Do-Not-Remember box before she could function normally again.
“Say something, it’s weird.”
Her catatonic bubble burst and she was forced back into reality. Nami looked over at the man sitting over her on the side of her bed. His name was Law, she remembered. He had that indifferent mask on his face again as his thumb pulled at the top one of her eyelids, pulling it back and shining a light into her eye. She grimaced and pulled away, but he just yanked her face back and did the same with the other eye.
“Stop,” she managed to croak. He put the light away in his pocket.
“Needless to say, you’re in shock,” he told her, checking her pulse. “It’ll wear off in awhile, but don’t get up for a bit. Your blood pressure is still not normal.”
Nami doubted she would have any problems complying with his recommendations since the mere motion of being pulled from being on her side to her back had sent turrets of pain throughout her body.
“Not sure at what point you passed out,” he admitted, brushing his hand across her forehead and moving her hair off of it, “but the Boss made an offer on you. It was accepted. You’re going to be transferred to our possession as soon as the money clears. It’ll take about two days.”
Nami felt her breath quicken to pants and blackness threatened to invade her vision again.
“No, you gotta take deep breaths,” Law commanded, shaking her shoulder. “You’ll pass out again.”
She wanted to pass out. She wanted to be in a black oblivion. It was her only escape now. Unless…
“Please,” she whispered, her eyes closed in attempt to not spill the tears that were slowly filling her eyes.
“Please what?” he asked.
“Please, kill me,” she begged. She kept her eyes closed, but she reached an arm out to point at where the nodachi was leaning against the wall. “Please, just kill me.”
His hand caught hers and pulled it back, resting it on her chest.
“I can’t.”
That was a lie. He sure as fuck could kill her with just one swing of that sword. Hell, if the room was too small to unsheathe the sword, he could just strangle her. He had the strength.
“Please—”
“I can’t!” he snapped, and she opened her eyes to see his somewhat pained expression. “I can’t kill you any more than I can kill myself. We’re stuck in the same boat, kid.”
She found that very hard to believe.
“You’re here because you’re trying to protect something, right?” he guessed. How did he know? “Well me too. You die, that thing you want to protect is going to be gone the very next day. And if I slit your throat, the thing I protect will be gone before your blood dries.”
She knew he was right. As soon as she stopped breathing, the protection that Nami ‘paid’ for would disappear for Nojiko and Bell-mère. But in truth, that protection was going to disappear the minute Nami stepped out of Arlong Park and into the possession of Donquixote. There was no hope left anymore, for any of them. Unless…
“Is he here?” Nami asked, glancing at the clock. It was half past two in the morning. How long had she been passed out? Had Law stayed with her the entire time?
“Who?” Law asked, following her glance at the clock.
“My regular,” Nami replied. Would Luffy have stayed, even after being told she was ‘occupied?’ Or would he have gone home for the night?
Law curled his lip in disgust. “There’s some kid with a scar on his cheek waiting downstairs for you. That’s your regular?”
Nami nodded, gritting her teeth as she rolled over and attempted to get off the bed. Law stopped her mid-roll.
“I told you not to get up,” he snapped at her. Ah, there was the asshole. Nami had briefly wondered where he had gone. The somewhat-caring-and-reasonable guy that had been around her for the last few minutes had puzzled her. “You’ll start bleeding again.”
Bleeding? From where? She brushed her hand across her nose, but it felt dry.
“Your ass,” he clarified, seeing her confused look. “You have several tears in your skin.”
So she hadn’t been imagining those. Remembering it made her feel ill.
“I need to see him,” she insisted, pushing away Law’s hands and resting her feet on the floor. The pain that shot through her brought her to her knees and made her see stars.
“What the fuck is wrong with you?” Law asked rhetorically. “Why the fuck do you need to see that little punk so badly?”
Nami didn’t answer his question, but reached for her discarded robe, which was still on the floor. She pulled it on, searching for the tie that held it together. When she looked up, Law had it clenched tightly in his fist. She knew he wouldn’t give it up without an answer to his second question.
“He can buy me,” she told him, reaching for the tie. Law still didn’t relinquish it. “He can make a better offer to Arlong.”
“More than one hundred million?” Law asked, flatly. Truthfully, there was only about ninety-eight million in that duffel bag, but somehow, they’d get more. “Before Friday?”
That was the crux of the problem. To make up the difference, plus more, in two days? That might not be possible. But Nami had to try. She couldn’t give up, not when there was at least a tiny bit of hope.
“Yes, he can,” Nami lied, trying to sound confident. Law finally let go of the tie. Nami closed the robe and began dragging herself up off of her knees. Law snorted.
“He does it, and he’s gonna make some very bad enemies,” Law predicted. Nami glanced at him. “The Boss is not used to not getting his way.”
In truth, that thought terrified Nami. Luffy, not only herself and her family, would have to go on the lamb after this. There was going to be no way anymore to coax protection out of anyone. Having no good answer, Nami went back on old habits and lashed out.
“That’s none of your fucking business,” she told him. Law gave her a fierce look.
“You’re right,” he agreed. “It’s not. And it also won’t be any of my fucking business when the Boss catches you. And believe me, he will. If you think a quick death is the worst you’re going to face after this stunt, you’re wrong. You should just lie down and take what’s coming to you. Because when he finds you, it’s going to be nastier than your worst nightmares. There are a million things worse than death, and he’ll do every single one of them. Not just to you, but to anyone else who’s close to you.”
After that ominous speech, Law snatched up his nodachi and strode out of her room.
The truth of his words was another painful lash at her. Nami felt herself beginning to break down at the edges when she heard quick footsteps down the hall coming closer. The sound of sandals slapping against bare feet let Nami know it was Luffy on his way to her. Unable to pull herself together no matter how hard she tried, all Nami could do was wipe at the tears forming in her eyes before turning to face him.
“What happened?” he asked, walking in to crowd her space as usual. He reached up and wiped the heel of his hand across her upper cheek. It came back stained black.
Nami spared herself a glance in the mirror. She was a mess. Her hair was half sticking out and half curled, and her face was smeared with dark makeup. There were trails leading down from her eyes to her chin. She must have been crying while Donquixote sodomized her. So much for not crying in front of anyone anymore.
“Never mind that,” she dismissed, taking hold of his shoulders. “Luffy, this is very important.”
“Oh!” he spoke up, as if something occurred to him. “I couldn’t talk to the ugly tonight. He was busy.”
Nami had known that already. “I don’t care. You don’t need to ask him anymore. I need you to do something much more important.”
Luffy cocked his head to the side, looking concerned. “What?”
“I only have one day left,” she told him. “I need you to get money. I don’t care how you do it; beg, borrow or steal. But you have to get ten million berries together by tomorrow and bring it and the duffle bag of money here to buy me. If you don’t, someone else is going to buy me, and I’ll never see you again.”
Luffy was quiet for a few moments.
“I thought you wanted someone to buy you,” he finally said. “So you don’t have to work here anymore.”
“I want you to buy me,” Nami corrected. “So we can hang out together forever. Doesn’t that sound nice?”
Luffy’s eyebrows lowered into a frown. Why was he frowning? Did he not like her suggestion? Would he back out and tell her that she was too much trouble? Dozens of fears floated through Nami’s head as he lifted one hand and stroked her upper cheek again. This time, his hand came back wet.
She was crying again.
More than a little, too, since she felt tears drip down from her face onto her chest. She couldn’t help it, either, and worst of all, she couldn’t stop. Her chest hitched with a sob.
Nami felt herself be crushed against Luffy as he pulled her into a fierce hug. Brokenly, she sobbed into his neck and wrapped her arms around him as well, clinging to him. It took quite awhile for the sobs to quell, and when they did, she still refused to let go.
“Please,” she whispered, feeling desperation take her. “Please, Luffy. Help me.”
“Yosh.”
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