Her body turns

He pushed into her ass and she pushed back groaning at the uncomfortable and painful sensation.



He thrust into her deeper and she gasped in pain. Well at least this was what it was supposed to feel like. Pain. Anger. Fury at having her body taken against her will.



She clutched at the sheets and balled them into her hands as he picked up the pace. She cursed quietly.



She suddenly became aware that she had done that last few actions on her own. He was pushing into her now at his own rhythm and she apparently had control for now. Was he unable to control her when he was inside her…or similarly could he not concentrate enough to control her?



She grinned wickedly even as the jerk thrust harder. Her climatac was on the other side of the bed, there would be no way this guy could control her while he was cumming, she’d just need to wait for her chance, grab her weapon and knock him out. Kill him…or maybe run the fuck away. She could worry about those details once he was out cold.



She waited. He continued to thrust painfully, no sign of stopping or even getting close.

She sighed. Let’s just get this over with.



She tilted her hips up and began thrusting herself back in time with his thrusts forwards. She was going to get this asshole off as fast as possible!



She groaned in pleasure and her face flamed in shame. Damn…she hadn’t expected her change in position to actually make it start to feel good. She came back again and a ‘oh!’ escaped her lips.



Well it was certainly turning the freak on more. He grabbed her hips and started to jack hammer into her, all the while calling her filthy names.



Somewhere inside her she fought against agreeing with some of them. It was one thing to try and get the man to cum as soon as possible but now she was practically calling out for more on her own accord! In such a degrading position…



The fast micro-thrusts suddenly became accompanied with a roll of his hips and Nami found herself eagerly following the movement, riding it like a wave. She felt herself starting to build toward an orgasm and groaned in self loathing…she couldn’t let herself get distracted. Couldn’t let herself fall into her own trap. He was almost there, she could feel it in his caught pantings.



A very dirty surge of extreme pleasure ripped through her and she threw her arm out toward the edge of the bed in instinct…just in case he was about to follow her example. Her plan was sure to work if his orgasm was as distracting and disorienting as hers was.



“Such a dirty slut….getting off before I do. I had no idea you were so eager, doesn’t that crew of yours fuck you like this?” He asked in some half sneer as he continued to pump away.



She started to get her bearings back and debated tilting her hips again to regain that pleasure over the uncomfortable pain she was experiencing again. In the end she decided against it. If she came twice like this she could never forgive herself.



To her (as much as she hated to think it) dismay he pulled out of her and she felt the control kick back in, having her turn over and sit on her beds edge, her ass feeling strangely empty and numb now…mouth opened wide.



God no.



Even if he came like this she wouldn’t be able to reach the climatac.



As his hard and newly slimy cock entered her mouth she nearly gagged at the taste.



“Now now…don’t be stuck up you’re just tasting yourself…”



He flicked his fingers and her tongue was swirling around the tip, another flick and she was pushing the cock down her throat and up again. Mouth cleaning and polishing it like it was gold. He grabbed her hair and didn’t even bother controlling her as he slammed his dick into her mouth, his breath caught.



Nami stiffened and tried to focus past the tears that had sprung to her eyes. He was about to cum! She needed to be ready to act. His member pulsed in her mouth and he pulled out just as the first spurt of cum was hitting her tongue, leaving the taste to cut through the other shit as he took aim and let the white spray hit her face, hair, and chest.



She had control back though and was moving toward her weapon. It was in her hand…she turned ready to bludgeon the man to death. She moved her hands with purpose, slamming her climatac rod deep inside her pussy.



She screamed at the violence of it but more at her bodys ultimate betrayal just when hope was starting to return.

She cracked an eye open and saw the feral smile of Doflamingo.



“Don’t let me stop you.”



She groaned in pleasure despite herself as she started working her preferred weapon between her legs more gently.



DAMN. Damn! Damn! Damn!



She had worked herself into a panting aroused mass of wetness and frustration when he laid back onto the bed again. His cock obviously enjoying the show too much.



Nami wasn’t exactly surprised when she threw her new sex toy across the room and crawled on top of the man, lowering herself totally on his erect penis. She was so wet she almost worried she wouldn’t feel it and then condemned herself at having such a thought.



Then there was nothing. She was just sitting on his penis, hot and bothered and horny as fuck. She moved her arms. She had control back! She quickly rose, wincing as she heard and felt the shlicking of the mans dick rubbing too nicely against those parts she was trying to extract him from. When she was about to leave the mans tip uncased from her she suddenly thrust herself back town, yelping suddenly in surprise and yes pleasure too.

Sick bastard. He was forcing her to participate! Sure, he had been doing that since the beginning but this was just too cruel. Her whole body was screaming at her to move or get off. She tentatively pulled herself off again, to again slam herself back down with a grunt.



Fuck!



She tried again to the same result. Then again. Then Again.



A few minutes later and she realized she was fucking the man all on her own now, long since forgetting what the purpose of lifting herself up had been and even slamming herself back again and again against the mans dick just to keep the rhythm she had inadvertently set in her struggle to escape.



She could stop. She wasn’t being controlled. But then what? Some other disgusting act she wouldn’t be given any control in at all?



It was disgusting, it was selfish, but if she was going to be toyed with, she wanted this at least. A release of her own, by her own power. If he was going to make her fuck him anyway then she was at least going to claim her pleasure properly.



Her mind made up she thrust herself upon him quicker.



“Scream my name.”…or I’ll interfere unpleasantly, Nami finished for him. Whatever. She was close, why fight it anymore.



“Do…flamingo!” She screamed out as she felt her orgasm began tease at the edge of her perception.



“Again.”



She did it again. Then a third time without being asked, in hopes to cut off any further interruption as her orgasm swept through her, making her knees weak and forcing her back down on the cock again. She looked at the man, suddenly concerned and embaressed at what reaction her behavior might have caused.



He was smiling and she realized he was still hard inside her, perfectly in control. What? He…



She started pulling herself off him and saw his hands flick…she flinched wondering what her body would do next but instead felt the half inside her cock explode in orgasm, releasing a stream of milky goo into her.



He had been controlling himself?! She was too stunned by this as she flopped to the side, exhausted, and sore. She didn’t care how dirty and used she felt at the moment…she felt the cum still on her face and the seed starting to leak out in a ooze from her slit but she just didn’t care…as long as she could catch her breath. Rest for a minute.



Applause came from the open window.



Nami spied some seedy men leering at her and the man next to her.



“Wow good job boss! It’s as you say…they always end up screaming your name and fucking you on their own accord.”



“Any particular reason you’re disturbing my little toys fun?” Doflamingo responded back with sly nod at the comment.



“Ah! Yes…there is another meeting of the Shichibukai called.”



“Well then…sorry missy but I have to go. Clean yourself off nicely and if you’re lucky I’ll visit you a bit later and give you the attention you deserve properly.”



He was off the bed and getting dressed.



She just panted softly still.



Even as he jumped through the window and left she didn’t move right away.



A shichibukai…the strawhats couldn’t know. They wouldn’t let this drop. They’d want revenge. Sanji would probably never forgive himself for being so close. No, her nakama could never know.



She wanted to forget. Forget it happened. Forget the humiliation and pain. And forget she had taken pleasure in it by the end.



A list was already being made, she needed to bathe again. Brush her teeth…no gargle with alcohol her whole mouth was wretched. Clean her weapon…oh god…and go see about changing rooms so her Nakama wouldn’t see her leaving this one in the morning.



Damn it. She hoped this guy never crossed paths with her or her crew again. If they were lucky they wouldn’t, anyway.