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The Gourmet and the Goddess	By : Raggedflagon Category: +M to R > One Piece Views: 15487 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 2
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Chapter List
- 1-Prologue
- 2-Sunday
- 3-Monday
- 4-Tuesday
- 5-Wednesday
- 6-Thursday
- 7-Friday
- 8-Saturday
- 4
- 5
- 6
WEDNESDAY

Robin stared down at Sanji with a cold expression. She was wearing a black sundress, and had been up for hours. The sun was high in the sky, but he had not even begun to stop snoring. Satisfied though she was with his performance the night before, this was not acceptable. She lightly grabbed his cock tube and bent it backwards, causing him to snort loudly. She raised her other hand and firmly smacked his exposed balls. He cried out in pain, awaking abruptly.

“Do you know what time it is?” she coldly asked him when he looked up at her. Before he could answer, she swatted his balls again, causing him to yelp. “I had to make my own breakfast,” she continued, smacking him again. “And I'm not happy about the mess in here,” she finished, swatting his balls a fourth time. He could barely keep up, the pain in his balls was so intense. He blubbered apologies, but she merely stared daggers into his soul until he was silent.

“I only have one week to break you, and it looks like our date yesterday made you backslide way too much. You disrespected my mercy, so now it's time to step it up,” She announced, sending terror into his heart. “The rest of our time together this week will be very intense. Simply denying you with some humiliation has not been enough. Every cell in your body will fear me when I'm done with you, and you will grovel at my feet, crushed and broken.”

Sanji whimpered as she pulled at a tiny, rod shaped device. “For starters, I will no longer hesitate to be lewd or vulgar, as you have already been intimate with me, nor will I hesitate to cause whatever pain I deem necessary.” She pressed the device against his exposed balls, causing a painful electric shock. He yelped and tried to move away, but she maintained her grip on the chastity tube. “Today we up the ante for your slavery, but I also have an individual plan as well. I'm not quite finished with teasing your desperate cock. Seeing you twitch and throb is fun, but now there will be some new elements.” She landed one more swat on his balls before letting him go.

After showering him up, Robin attached the leash to his collar and led him outside, making sure to make him grab his bowl on the way out. Sanji needed to relieve his full bladder, but she did not slow her brisk pace as she led him through the yard and into the castle. “You can hold it until you earn the privilege,” she informed him sadistically while leading him into the dungeon.

When she arrived at the torture bed, she made him lay upon it as she removed the leash and began tying all of the restraints. When she was finished, she removed the key from her neck and unlocked his small pink tube. Sanji's cock ached badly as the blood rushed in, stretching out after its long stay in the tiny unforgiving tube. “What a poor little guy,” she said in a bored voice while she lightly touched it with her hand, examining it as it attempted a weak erection. She began tickling the sensitive spot below the head until it fully recovered and became rock hard for her.

“There we are,” Robin said when his cock appeared to be back to normal. She stopped tickling it and reached into her back, pulling out a metal chastity cage. At first Sanji thought it was his original cage, but soon began to notice differences as she dangled it above him. It was shiny and steel, just like the other, but had much larger openings that traveled the full length of the cage, which would allow for much more contact with his dick skin. On top of this, it looked a fair amount roomier than his old one! He looked up at her, confused. She only chuckled mischievously and placed a bag of ice on his poor cock. Even though he kind of expected it, the feel of the ice against his burning crotch caused him to jump.
“This should help you show proper respect,” she explained as the cold ice melted his erection away. “Today your true slavery will begin. I will be your goddess, and you will serve me and suffer for me in every creative way I can imagine. If I desire to take pleasure from you, I will do so as much as I want. If I desire to hurt or humiliate you, I will do so as much as I want. Either way, you will thank me for whatever I choose to do, and you will ask for more. Understand?” Robin asked coldly, her blue eyes locked with his, causing his gut to feel like he was falling from a great height. Sanji nodded, unable to find his voice. Accepting this, she removed the ice and inserted this cock into the new cage.

Sanji instantly understood the purpose of this third cage. While it did have more room than the other two, it was by far the most painful. With the ice gone, his cock began to grow in its new home until sharp spikes dug into his tender flesh. He yelped out at the pain, causing Robin to grin sadistically at him. “Like it?” she asked him, “I want you to focus on my pleasure while you worship me. This way, your impure thoughts will directly punish you where it hurts the most.”

She crawled onto the bed and pushed her breasts into his face, digging the spikes deeper into his cock. Sanji couldn't help but let out a pained moan and make a face at her while she rubbed her boobs all over him, causing her to giggle softly. She then turned around and got into a 69 position, and pulled up her dress before sticking her butt on his face. He couldn't help but sniff her scent through her black lace panties, which seemed to be made of silk. His cock inadvertently throbbed, sending another wave of pain through it.

“Lick it,” Robin commanded as she sat her weight on his face, and began watching his bright red cock start twitching madly. Sanji complied, and began working his tongue against her, pleasuring her clit behind the thin layer of silk, his nose buried in her wet hole. She made a small happy moan before leaning down over him again and began touching all over his dick and balls. Sanji couldn't help but groan at the pain from the spikes.

Her hands were making lots of contact with his tender flesh, and her beautiful, round, heart-shaped ass was held an inch from his face, giving him the best possible view. “Do you like having my bottom in your face?” she asked, her smirk evident in her voice. Despite the sharp spikes painfully digging into his cock, he raised his face into her and began licking hungrily again. “Good answer,” Robin said with a chuckle as she tied something around his balls, and sat back on his face once again. She now held a little leash made of fishing line that was tied in a noose around his tender parts. She gave it a playful tug, which caused a modest amount of pain. “For extra motivation,” she explained.

After several minutes of licking, occasionally interrupted by an oxygen break or a tug on the ball leash to keep his pace up, Robin leaned down to his cock again, again giving him a glorious view. She had moved a little further this time, and Sanji found he could not reach her with his tongue no matter how far he stretched.

“It's my turn,” she cooed seductively, her warm breath causing his cock to throb painfully. She lowered her head into his crotch and stuck her tongue out, easily fitting between the bars at the base of his cock. Sanji froze as the pain skyrocketed, and groaned loudly. For better or for worse, this was happening. He was finally going to feel her warm mouth. Smiling at his reaction to her tongue, Robin slowly licked all the way up his pained red cock, stopping at the head to swirl her tongue around through the urethra hole at the top of the cage. Sanji thought he was going to pass out from the pain as he throbbed miserably, driving the spikes deeper still into his flesh.

Robin parted her lips and took the cage most of the way into her mouth, making sure to exhale her warm breath all over his crotch and use her tongue between the bars. Sanji began to sob as he lie beneath her, his deepest desires once again being turned against him. She began to laugh coldly as she pulled away and started rubbing his swollen balls. “Wasn't that nice? Say thank you,” she mocked, before sitting back on his face. Sanji thanked her with a muffled voice between sobs, his face trapped under her voluptuous ass and wet pussy. “Just what you always wanted,” she continued in a jeering voice as she rubbed her wetness all over his face. “What a lucky little slave boy you are.”

This went on for several minutes, Sanji's cock always attempting to get harder while the spikes poked into him horribly, barely able to halt his erection at all. “Are you thirsty, slave?” she asked him eventually. “I need to relieve myself.” His cock throbbed one final time at these words, sending a much sharper pain through his body. “Oh my,” she said mockingly, but with an incredulous tone. He did not have a chance to respond to her query before she got off the bed and lifted his head so he could see his cock. Blood had started to trickle down from two of the spikes in the head of his cock. “That has to hurt,” Robin said, before her voice turned mocking again. “Are you simply that excited to quench your thirst?” His cheeks burned bright red. “Or maybe you can't wait to taste my pee?” His heart beat loudly and his cheeks burned as she held up his head, he hoped she would just move on. “Answer me,” she commanded, roughly slapping his face from behind. “I bet you just crave my sweet nectar.”

“Yes, Mistress, I crave your nectar,” He said shakily, his cheeks burning hotter still. It wasn't necessarily true, but he knew it was the answer she wanted. Besides, his thirst was beginning to get to him, and he did crave the humiliation.

“What a dirty boy!” she remarked, her voice thick with mischief as she slapped him again. “And to think, you've been living with me on the ship this whole time. I had no idea you were such a pervert. What would Nami think?” she teased, sending his mind reeling. She walked over towards his dick and began to rub some cream on it through the bars. “Chopper made this for small cuts,” she explained, “It'll heal your little penis like magic.” Sanji gasped as the cream absorbed into his skin, seemingly fixing the puncture wounds. “Now don't get so aroused again,” she told him sternly, but with a tiny sadistic smile as she let him out of the restraints.

Robin picked up his dog bowl and led him by his ball leash over to a corner of the dungeon, where an empty chamber pot sat underneath a wooden chair. She pulled the chamber pot out from under the toilet chair, and then stared at the space underneath, thinking.

“I think that would make it too difficult to aim,” she decided, looking at the dog bowl. Sanji continued to blush, unable to contribute at all. “I'll just squat down this time. Are you going to watch or turn around?” she asked him, and turned her beautiful, cold, blue eyes at him and waited for his response. It took a tug on the ball leash to make him respond loudly enough for her to hear.

“Watch, Mistress Robin,” he said, voice thick with shame. This was a secret desire of his. After walking right in front of the toilet chair and turning around, she reached up her sundress and pulled her panties down to her ankles. Sanji's cock throbbed painfully against the spikes. She then squatted down and positioned the bowl beneath her.

“Come closer, slave,” she said, giving his ball leash a tug, “I want to make sure you have a great view.” He knelt right in front of her as she pulled her dress up a little, exposing her naked coochie.

Sanji stared at it, completely transfixed at the sight of her. Her urine began to flow very slowly, first dripping and then trickling softly into the bowl. A wave of sweet relief washed over her face as her stream picked up speed. It became a powerful deluge, causing her face to redden with embarrassment as the bowl overflowed and began forming a puddle around it. The tinkling sound brought Sanji's own bladder needs to the front of his mind, but he pushed it away, unable to think of anything except her breathtaking muff, now releasing its light gold stream. By the time it began to slow to a drip, the puddle had grown to surround her shoes and even reached his knees. “Wow,” she said, her cheeks still blushing lightly, “I really needed that.” She smiled mischievously at his thoroughly speechless expression. “Do you like to watch me when I tinkle?” Sanji could barely think straight. He had always dreamed of hiding in lady's rooms and watching them pee, but this was beyond anything he thought would ever happen. It almost made him forget the humiliating task ahead, not to mention his own full bladder.

“Yes, Mistress Robin,” he found himself saying, not taking his eyes off of her dripping muff.

“Good,” she chuckled, “And since you are such a pervert, you will be my toilet paper from now on.” And with that, she stood up a little and sat on the edge of the toilet chair, careful to not let her panties get in the puddle. She spread her knees wide and beckoned for him to come closer. Sanji did not fight her as he crawled closer and gazed down at her pussy. It was spread open slightly, and glistened with the droplets of her hot piss. He began to lower his mouth, but was stopped by her hand. “What do you say when a Goddess gives you a gift?” Robin asked, pulling him by the hair until he looked into her cold blue eyes.

“T-Thank you, Goddess,” he stammered, and she let go, leaving him to get to work. Sanji lowered his head and began to lick the piss from her, taking care to make sure that not a drop remained. The taste of her pee mixed with the unmistakable taste of her arousal. She really was getting off to this, to degrading her slave however she could.

When Robin was all cleaned up, she patted him on the head, indicating that he was done. She pulled her panties up and sat back down, staring at him expectantly. Sanji thirstily began to drink her pee from the bowl, while she put her foot up on his back and started mocking him. “Look at the thirsty little slave. You really like my urine, don't you? How pathetic.” It went down much easier then yesterday, perhaps because he was getting used to the flavor, or maybe because his craving for her humiliation was growing more and more.

When he had filled his belly with her hot piss and had licked the bowl clean, she got up and tugged his ball leash, leading him back over to the bed. She pulled out a small container of toys and dildos, and got on the bed herself. “You can watch, I'll let you know if I want help,” she announced, before pulling her panties down again. The sharp spikes dug into Sanji's cock again as she started to dance her fingers over her tiny hooded clitoris. After a minute of teasing her clit, Robin grabbed a dildo, a medium sized blue one with small bubble-shaped textures, and began penetrating her vagina. She put one hand on her breast while the other continued working on her little clit. A hand sprouted from the bed and began to work the dildo inside her, while yet another sprouted to fondle her other breast. “This dress is going to be ruined,” she said breathlessly as a damp spot began to form around her pussy. Sanji barely felt the spikes as he stared at her, completely captivated by her four arms she was using to pleasure herself.

Not satisfied by his lack of painful winces, Robin flipped over and stuck her rear end into the air. Her right hand still worked furiously on her clit, and the others continued as well. Sanji gasped inadvertently. He had never had a view of her bare ass like this before. Her round, shapely cheeks trembled from her efforts, and her anus was a perfect, light brown, puckered ring.

She turned her head to see his hungry expression, and asked mischievously, “What do you think of my bum?” The spikes dug in deep at her words, and he cringed visibly. “I see,” she continued, her eyes twinkling sadistically. “Lick those beads for me.” His stomach fluttered and his cock throbbed as he complied, picking up a string of beads, not much bigger than grapes, and began wetting them with his mouth. “Be gentle,” she warned, and turned her head back forward, concentrating on her own pleasure again. Sanji delicately pressed the first bead against her anus, trying to contain himself from his excitement and stabbing pain. It opened easily and swallowed the bead inside. “I like to explore my whole body when I masturbate,” she explained, “Gentle toying is easy and comfortable now.” While it did answer the question he would have never asked, the explanation primarily served to send painful tremors up his cock, as he imagined her covered with her own exploring hands as she masturbated on the bed she shared with Nami. He slowly inserted the beads, till they had all been swallowed up by her cute little hole.

Robin began to moan faster and faster, “Take them out,” she demanded as she rubbed herself with a vigor and sped up the hand that was fucking her with the dildo. Sanji slowly pulled, and she moaned loudly as each bead came out with a little “pop!” When the last bead popped out, she buried her face in the pillow to muffle her scream as her orgasm took her. She pulled out the dildo as a torrent of ejaculate squirted from her pussy, and Sanji gasped at the spikes when some of her juice landed on him.

After a minute, she flipped back over, her butt resting in the puddle she made. She took the beads from him and handed him the sopping wet dildo. “Clean it,” she ordered, her voice still a tad bit breathless. He complied, licking all of her glorious, delicious juice off of it. The spikes continued to hurt his poor cock as she stared at him. When he was finished, she handed the string of anal beads to him. “These too,” she said with a tiny smirk. He looked them over and sniffed them. They were clean, he discovered, but smelled strongly of the musky, sweaty scent of her ass.

She watched him carefully as he put them one by one into his mouth, cleaning each one of her juice. His cock throbbed miserably as the spikes dug in deeply. The taste was strong, though not unpleasant. It mostly tasted like sweat. “Dirty boy,” she teased, as she used her foot to play with his locked cock. “What should you say?”

“Thank you Goddess!” he said quickly.

When the toys were clean, Robin led him over to a table and began to lay out some items from her toy chest. Among them where various whips, a riding crop, a rattan cane, various paddles, the small device she had used to shock his balls this morning, and many other things. Sanji waited, scarcely able to react anymore, completely hypnotized by the experience. “I had planned to save all of this for tomorrow, and spend the whole day dedicated to pain,” she explained, making his stomach drop. “But I am considering giving you a preview now.” He looked up at her with fear in his eyes. She smiled at him for a moment, but then looked away, her face souring slightly.

“I'm afraid I need to leave for a few minutes,” she soon informed him. “Can I trust you to wait here without moving a muscle?” Sanji nodded and looked at her with a concerned face. Had she hurt herself masturbating? Reading his face, she blushed slightly and softly explained, “Sometimes, nature refuses to wait.” Understanding crossed his face, and he began thinking about his own bursting bladder. Did he have time to relieve himself outside without her knowing while she went back to the ship? “Of course, Mistress,” he said meekly, as she began walking away.

After waiting what he thought was a reasonable amount of time, he slowly walked up the stairs. When he got to the entrance of the castle, he slowly peeked around the corner towards the ship. The blood drained out of his face when he saw that she was only a couple yards away, and walking straight towards him, face cold as ice. Without saying a word, she grabbed his balls directly and dragged him back to the dungeon. He soon realized his miscalculation, a disembodied blue eye was blinking from the door frame of the dungeon. He apologized profusely, hastily telling her that he didn't want to bother her with his full bladder. She stopped walking, squeezed his balls, and turned her coldest stare on him, shrinking him internally into a little child.

“You are my slave,” Robin said while squeezing his balls again, voice colder than ice. “It is your job to suffer for me. You broke my trust, so now I have to suffer. I will not be suffering alone.” Sanji's face turned even whiter as he contemplated her meaning. She dragged him over to the toilet chair once again, and returned the chamber pot to its place beneath the chair. “You are not allowed to look, I'd prefer this to stay a mystery,” she coldly told him, beginning to blush. She turned him around and made him kneel right in front of the chair, right in the damp spot that earlier had contained her puddle of piss. She pulled her panties down and sat.

With his face firmly turned away from her, she allowed her blush to grow, making her face burn bright red. She decided to give his ball leash a few sharp tugs while she tried to let herself relax, and was satisfied to hear his yelps. Sanji could only sit quietly and try to imagine that he was somewhere else, but was unable to concentrate much. He knew he had fucked up, and was deeply ashamed that he had disappointed and inconvenienced her, and that he deserved whatever happened because of it. Try as he might to tune it out, he began to hear the sounds of her excrement dropping into the bowl.

“Smell that, slave?” Robin asked coolly, hoping he wouldn't turn around and see how red her cheeks were with embarrassment. The smell hit him as she began to stand up. It made him dry heave, and he tried his hardest to tune it out. Seeing his reaction, she asked him coldly, “What's the matter, slave? Everything that comes from a Goddess is divine too, you know.” She turned him around, and laughed at his disgusted expression. “Now clean me up.” Luckily for Sanji, her ass was already quite clean. This did not stop him from making disgusted noises as he used his tongue to polish her cute brown berry until it shined. “That wasn't so bad, was it?” Robin asked mockingly, her face still pink. He mumbled miserably in response.

Anger began to seep into her voice as she stared down coldly at Sanji's disgusted face. “You know that you deserve punishment for betraying my trust, and you have the nerve to make me feel shame over my own waste? It seems your worship was just an act after all.” Shock replaced the disgust on his face, and he began to stammer a mix of apologies and praise at her. Her icy, angry stare subdued him, lowering his volume until he fell silent and looked down at her feet. He began licking her boots worshipfully, hoping to improve his standing. After minutes of this, she pulled his ball leash sharply, leading him closer to the toilet chair. “I believe I had asked you how bad it was,” she said coldly.

“Not bad at all, Mistress Robin! Thank you for letting me serve you like that!” he blubbered in response.

“That's better,” she said, before pulling his head near the hole in the seat. “And it smells delicious, doesn't it?”

“Y-Yes Mistress, it smells wonderful,” he lied, trying to fight his instinct to pull away from her grip.

“I'm glad to hear it,” she said in a cold, mocking voice, letting go of his head and pulling on his leash.

She led him away from the toilet, back over to the table with the whips and other devices she had laid out. He sat still while she went back and cleaned out the chamber pot into a large drain hole that led out to the ocean. When she came back, she floated her hand lovingly over all the instruments.

“As I mentioned earlier,” Robin finally said, “Tomorrow will be dedicated to your pain. Your back, your front, your cock, your balls, and even your insides if I feel like it. You can expect to be a bruised and bloody mess by tomorrow night. I sure am glad nobody will be around to hear your screams.” Sanji began to shake with dread. She was not just trying to scare him, he was sure, the sadistic look in her eyes told him that she was quite serious.

“Right now, though,” she said finally, “I think a simple bare-bottom spanking will suffice.” She picked up a leather strap and a wooden spoon, but then set them back down again. “Over the knee, open palm this time,” she decided, “We have all day tomorrow to test these out.”

Sanji's cheeks began to burn as she sat on a chair and gestured for him to come over, bending him over her knees. It felt humiliating and childish. Robin put his genitals between her thighs, and then brought down her hand on his ass with a surprisingly loud “Smack!” He lunged forward and gasped, completely surprised by the force she put into the spank. “Too hard?” she asked mockingly, before she got started spanking him in a rhythm, making him grunt with every smack. Sanji struggled to contain himself. She had started to spank with a ferocity, and her knee was putting incredible pressure on his bursting bladder.

“Mistress?!” he started as it grew to be too much.

“Yes slave?” she asked coldly, stopping temporarily.

“I really need-” he tried to say, but was interrupted by one final, powerful smack on his ass.

That did it. Sanji yelped in surprise as his bladder failed him, pissing all over her legs and boots. He could only let the tears run down his face and wait as his bladder emptied, completely unable to clench it shut anymore. When he was empty, he remained motionless as he waited for her to say something. He began to shake uncontrollably as she sat in cold silence.

“Down,” She eventually ordered and he scrambled to kneel in front of her, head at her feet. The entire length of her legs beneath her knees were dripping wet with his urine. He sat in fearful silence in his puddle, until Robin stood up, removed her panties, and sat back down. She put her soaking wet right boot firmly on the back of his head, squishing his face into the wet puddle on the dirty stone floor. She then used her panties to clean the piss off of her legs, and then her boots. Sanji whimpered as he sat with his face pressed uncomfortably into the puddle of his own piss, waiting for her judgment.

When she was all clean, she took her boot off of his head and said, “Open.” Tears rolling down his dirty wet cheeks, he obediently opened his mouth and let her stuff the sopping wet panties inside. She went and retrieved a large roll of tape and some rope, and wrapped a piece of tape around his head, sealing the panties inside his mouth.

Robin then placed her boot on his back, causing him to fall flat on the ground. In one solid motion, several arms sprouted from the ground, grabbed the rope, and tied his hands tightly to his ankles. “Can you move?” she asked coldly. He struggled, but could not get away from the horrible position that she tied him in. He grunted feebly in response, unable to make much noise with his revolting gag. “Sleep well,” she told him coolly, “You have some much needed punishment coming tomorrow.” Robin gave one final firm tug on the ball leash and then left the dungeon.

Sanji could do nothing but weep. All he could taste was the piss as it leaked into his mouth. All he could smell was the puddle he had made. All he could feel was the excruciating pain of the hogtie and the spikes in his cock. And all he could think about was not the horrible fate that awaited, but rather how bad he felt for disappointing her.
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