Nami Vs.

Nami let out a small whimper as two more men released their fluids inside
her. It had been about 3 hours since the ravaging upon her body began, all of her
orifices intruded, by hundreds of relentless thugs. The men dropped her
ungracefully to the ground, shooting the remains of their load onto her defeated
person. Her stamina had finally reached its breaking point, and it wasn't long before
she faded into unconsciousness.

The navigator awoke with a start, finding herself on a bench in what
appeared to be a changing room. Her body felt surprisingly light, and when
examined she realized that her body was surprisingly healed and treated to the
point that even herself would not believe what had happened moments before she
faded to black.

"He does a good job at cleaning up, that Coribou." Across the room, Nami
spotted her impersonator leaning against a closed door. "I've thought of so many
ways to get my revenge, ever since you humiliated us at that bar, but oh, that
sadistic Caribou just came up with the most marvelous of ideas."

"What's going to happen to me now?" Nami questioned cautiously, "The slave
auction?"

"Something much more fun." With a snake-like smile, Fake Nami reached into
a locker and pulled out a large-gray duffle bag. She threw it in front of Nami. "Get
dressed," she ordered. "Dress as nice as that ugly body of yours can, because I am
going to love watching you beg for mercy."

Nami watched as her fake exited the room, listening for the click of a locking
door. She left the door unlocked? The girl thought with a grin. Her escape may just
happen yet! But first things first, she looked into the bag to see what she could cover
herself with. To her surprise, it came with a variety of clothing and lingerie that one
would not normally expect to find in a bag as dirty as this. She decided on a tight,
sleeveless-black blouse, which cut off, just above her waist, and a short-navy skirt to
compliment her design; she settled for a simple pair of black bra and panties as
undergarments. Reaching back, Nami tied her hair into a ponytail, looking at her
reflection in a locker to see her new escape-attire. No reason to not look cute when
escaping after all.

She nudged open the door to find herself in a pitch-black hallway. Before she
could go any further, the blinding light of several spotlights marked her existence. A
voice boomed throughout the dark corridors, "Welcome one and all to Sabaody
Archipelago's new reality show, "Labyrinth Rape!" Several screens lit up above
Nami, each one with her on display from a different angle. She shifted nervously to
the side when she noticed one of the screens had a direct view up her skirt. "Our
contestant tonight is the idiot of a woman who thought she could humiliate 'Straw
Hat Luffy,' and escape without retribution!"

"Haven't you done enough already?" Nami muttered bitterly.

"Oh not even close!" The announcer replied, to her surprise. Not only could
they see her, but apparently hear her just as well. "In this game, 20 men have been
released into the maze to accompany our contestant; several who have unique devil
fruit abilities that they are just dying to experiment on her beautiful body~! The
rules of the game are simple: If our contestant can find her way out, she wins! But if
she gives up or faints, she loses! Well, enough of the explanations; let the game
begin!"

Light filled the hallways, allowing Nami to analyze what was in front of her.
The hallways were simple and linear, big enough for about 2 regular-sized adults to
fit through without getting stuck. Looking back, she noticed the door she had come
through was gone. "No where to go but forward is it?" She made her way through
the long passage, until she reached her first fork in the maze, two separate paths
leading to two different rooms. She decided to go for the room on her right.

No sooner than the moment she entered through the door, did her sense for
danger kick in. "FOUND YOU!" came a voice from above. Nami rolled forward just In
time to avoid her ambusher from landing on top of her. The man sported a sharp
Mohawk, wearing a green muscle shirt to cover his thin, rat-like body. "Chichichi,"
he snickered. "You really are quite the doll. I waited all this time, just so I could have
you for myself, enduring as I watched you be violated over and over..." His pants did
nothing to hide the enormous bulge coming from his pants. "Here I come."

He leapt forward with amazing speed, hands outreached grabbing for his
target. Nami dodged to the side, reading his obvious attack. In that instant, she heard
the bottom of her top tear, followed by an impact to her gut that sent her flying
backwards across the room. She coughed as she tried to catch her breath, making
her way shakily back to her feet. When looking up to see what had winded her, she
saw that her opponent's hands were no longer there, instead replaced by spinning
and flailing, producing an irritating whirring sound.

"Surprised?" The man chirped. "Allow me to introduce myself, I am Nipo; a
motor-man made by the powers of the devil fruit. My body is a machine filled with
mechanisms ready to play with that little body of yours, chichichi..." Nipo charged
forward again, this time at a speed that Nami could not see. With one swift swipe, he
tore through the front of her shirt, exposing her chest and bra. "Very nice," he
whistled. Nami lunged forward, her elbow aimed towards the ratty man's face. Nipo
ducked, easily avoiding the blow. He arched his arm backwards, ready to strip the
girl of the rest of her clothes. But before he could act, he felt a sharp blow to the top
of his head. Nami had expected his dodge, and followed by dropping her weight onto
the base of his skull. He stumbled back clumsily, "You bi-" Another blow followed,
this time straight into his crotch. Stars burst into his vision as Nami continued to
barrage her knee into his most sacred of treasures, finally collapsing in a blubbering
heap once he could take no more.

Nami spit on the man wriggling on the floor, "You and your kind really make
me sick." With rope found in the corner, she tied-up his limbs, and searched his
body, being rewarded with a well-polished knife. A weapon would certainly help in
this ordeal. The victorious pirate tied the front of her top together in a knot, kissing
the air as she made her way deeper into hell.

To be contined...