Nami Vs.

Another man was kicked to the side, stripped and bound by his own clothes. Counting the one she just fell, that was the 6th man Nami had beaten since her encounter with Nipo. Each thug had tried to attack her in different ways, some individually and some in groups; all of their efforts proving useless against the navigator’s wit and skill. She recognized most of the men from when she was assaulted outside, and oh god did she find it satisfying kicking their sorry butts.



After wandering the labyrinth with the strategy of staying to one wall, Nami noticed a metallic door at the end of a hall. The door was simply built, but heavy as its appearance would suggest. She pushed her weight against it, and it grated open with a sickening groan. The next room was built like a dojo, the walls mounted with weapons of all sort, and the floor nicely furnished with wood. In the center stood two large men guarding the statue of a meditating Buddha, both garbed in traditional karate gi. They took their stance, showing that they had no intention of playing around. The door which she had entered from slammed shut, followed by the clicking of a lock.



“Seriously?” Nami muttered under her breath. “Excuse me!” She called out, grabbing the attention of the guardians. “I’m feeling a bit sweaty right now, and would like to change. Could you two strong men turn around while I do so?” She pulled at the knot holding her shirt together, making sure that they caught a glimpse of her cleavage.



The guards dropped their stance, looking to the other for advice. They were the perfect example of all brawn and no brain. Unsure of what to expect, they turned their backs, completely losing sight of their original target. This is much to easy, thought Nami as she prepared to take the two idiots from behind.



“You are both obviously useless in this game,” boomed a sudden voice. To Nami’s surprise, the Buddha in the middle of the room began to rise. At its full height, it was easily twice as tall as the men who had stood by it moments ago. “Die as idiots,” was all it said, as it reached back and lifted both guards by their necks. He then slammed their heads into the floor, shaking the room as two new craters were made. “I, Weapon-Master JunJun, will not be fall prey for your petty tricks.” The behemoth roared, turning to face the fiery-head girl. From the nearby wall he pulled out a heavy staff. “Now come,” he beckoned.



Nami took a defensive stance as she analyzed the situation. There was no way she could defeat that monster head on, but with the weapons she had stolen from the previous idiots and the weapons available in the room, she was certain she could make the big oaf in front of her fall. She charged forward, ducking as her opponent swept his weapon above her. She slid under his massive body, and with finesse pulled two knives from under her skirt, stabbing them into the giant’s feet. He dropped his weapon, screaming in pain as he swiped his left hand down in response. Nami jabbed another knife forward, straight through the incoming palm. But the hand did not stray from its target, and before Nami could follow-up, she was tossed backwards, rolling across the floor.



Junjun pulled the knife out of his feet, his eyes burning with rage. “You’ve got skill,” he seethed under his teeth, as the girl got back to her feet. “But let me show you how it is done.” In an instant, his fingers wrapped around Nami’s waist, and she found herself slammed once again to the floor. The behemoth was on top of her in seconds, her legs pinned preventing her from getting up. Junjun slipped his hand under the young girl’s top, and with a sharp tug ripped it clean from her body. Nami covered herself with her arms, only to have them pinned above her head by the giant’s free hand. Her bra soon followed, and she looked away in shame as her large aggressor ogled her breasts with beady eyes. Her spine shivered when she felt a warm liquid pour onto her chest, adding further disgust when she realized Junjun had begun to carelessly drool above her.



Releasing the redhead’s arms, Junjun wiped his mouth and stared at the knife in his hand. “Stabbing my hand was quite a painful thing to do,” he playfully whined. Seeing the young girl thrash beneath his legs, an idea occurred to him, along with a sick sadistic grin. “How about I demonstrate that pain to you?” From his back pocket he pulled out two large metal cuffs, looping one around each of Nami’s wrists before hammering them to the floor, leaving her arms bound and stretched uncomfortably outwards on the floor. He then pulled out two long needles, wielding them like a pair of chopsticks.



“What are those?!” Nami screamed, her fruitless struggling only managing to jiggle her breasts up and down, further entertaining her assaulter. She screamed as Junjun grabbed hold of her left one without warning, and moaned in discomfort as he squeezed and fondled it with his gruff hand. Her eyes widened when she felt the tip of cold steel brush against her nipple. “You wouldn’t!” she gasped. The needle moved its way roughly up and down her tit; she whimpered every time the metal flicked hard across it. With one abrupt motion, the weapon was then stabbed straight into the duct of the young girl’s teat. Nami arched her back as she filled the room with screams of excruciating pain. Without pause the second needle followed seconds later, filling the air with more screams from the tortured girl. Junjun took a moment to admire his work, the fiery eyes of his opponent now flooded with tears as she lay beneath him, a metal pin sticking out from each of her tits. “Please…” Nami begged. “Take them out.”



Instead of choosing to comply, he instead grabbed hold of each pin with one hand, and began to pump them up and down, back and forth, forcing Nami’s nipples and breasts to painfully follow. “Stop…” she cried. Pain shot through her body from every movement he made, her breasts feeling as if they would tear off at any moment. “It hurts!” she pleaded. But all of her crying and begging only encouraged the man to rotate the needles even faster.



His cock now very much erect from watching his victim suffer, Junjun removed his pants, exposing his glory for Nami to see. “Wait no-“ was all she could mutter before her skirt was torn to pieces, and with one hard thrust he pushed through her panties and into her hole. Pain tore through Nami’s body once again; electricity shooting painfully through every inch of her being as the large cock ferociously dry-humped her.



“Please!” she begged. “I can’t take anymore…” Junjun ignored her, his hands continuing to torment her breasts and his large cock maintaining its violent pounding of her pussy. Nami’s body shook with every thrust, her back rising off the ground every time her breasts were pulled. “I’m going to break…” she cried.



For the next 10 minutes, all that could be heard from the area were Nami’s moans and cries of pain and humiliation, along with the constant pounding of Junjun’s dick as he continually impaled her.



With one final thrust, Junjun buried himself deep into the young girl. Her screams of protest completely unheard as he released everything into her, making sure that his cum filled her womb to the brim. Nami sobbed as she saw her belly rise from being so overflown. Nami groaned in relief as the pins were finally pulled out from her breasts, sobbing even more as milk forcibly discharged out of her tits. “How about it girl?” Junjun said as he pulled himself out of her. “Give up now, and spare yourself the humliation.”



“I…” Nami panted, trying to catch her breath.”



“Can’t hear you!” the giant shouted, and proceeded to grind his foot onto her inflated belly.



“I GIVE! I GIVE!” Nami screamed as the remaining cum inside her shot out like a fountain. “Please…” she begged. “Just stop…”



Satisfied, Junjun pulled away the cuffs keeping the girl to the ground. He crouched down, and pulled Nami by the hair to bring her eyes to his. “You are a pathetic piece of work,” he mocked, spitting in her face.



This was the chance she was waiting for. Having picked up the pins that were used on her earlier, Nami drove one straight into the giant’s eye. He dropped her to the floor as he wailed in pain, cupping his freshly made injury. Not daring to let him recover, Nami threw her weight into a tackle at the back of Junjun’s knee, successfully tripping him to the floor, face-first. Not done yet, she picked up the giant’s staff, and proceeded to beating in the back of his head, a sense of unbelievable satisfaction flowing through her veins. After she was sure he was unconscious, she used his own cuffs and bound his arms to a pillar. Sure that he was incapacitated, she collapsed to the floor herself.



Her body ached, and her mind was weary. After briefly resting, she rose to her feet ready to continue. A mysterious breeze chilled her body, reminding her that she had been stripped bare. Nami looked to the torn fabric on the floor that was once her clothing, to the battered goliath chained to the room. Realizing she was short on options, she stripped him of his clothes.



Albeit its large size, Junjun’s yellow robe worked nicely as a dress. She ripped off the excess fabric from the shoulders, and tied the remaining top behind her neck. Her new attire resembled that of an Arabic dancer.



Nami made her way to the door, but stopped when she realized there was one more thing that she needed to do. Picking up the remaining needle off the ground, she made her way over to Junjun, his oversized penis now limp in front of him.



An unearthly scream echoed through the entire labyrinth. A scream capable of making even the gods cringe in terror.