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Nami Lemon Saga	By : Watchop Category: +M to R > One Piece Views: 40291 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 2
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Disclaimer: I don't own One Piece.
[This chapter is loosely based on the doujinshi Blooming In A Prison by Rojiura Jack]
[East Blue: Tequila Wolf]
[Tower Prison Cell]
Inside a snow spotted cell within the infamous prison work camp three figures could be seen. Two were obviously male, standing imposingly over the third individual who was sitting down and judging by their distinct curves was female. The three seemed to be having a conversation that was becoming excitingly volatile judging by one of the male's confrontational body language. The man in question grabbed his female counterpart by the scruff of her neck before viscously backhanding her across the room. His partner having to pull him back while he threw out several hurtful expletives at the downed woman.
"Stupid bitch! We don't have time for your games!" Screamed the hot-headed soldier.
"C'mon man call down." His partner warned while pushing him back.
"No I won't! This bitch has been a waste of our time since she got here!" He grumbled, still fighting against his partner's grip.
This is your last chance, demon, do the right thing for once in your miserable life and tell us where the rest of the Strawhats are!" He ordered only to be met by the cool emotionless glare that Robin responded with for all their questions.
Growing more angry at the woman's perceived disrespect the soldier had to be led out of the cell by his partner; his shouts of outrage echoing down the halls until they were out of earshot.
With the pair gone Robin's face relaxed as she struggled to sit up. The sea stone cuffs around her wrist had made the Hana Hana user more sluggish than usual. Not to mention the scarce amount of food and exercise she was allowed since her imprisonment had done little to improve her constitution.
Resting her weight against the upturned table and looked towards the ceiling, imagining what the open sky looked like, her eyes a clear reflection of her melancholy.
Momentary capture and torture were nothing new to the Oharon survivor. While smart she was never infallible and on more than one occasion been captured, beaten, and almost killed. However despite all these moments of despair she'd never felt so empty.
The difference between now and then was obvious to her; before she didn't have friends. While not outright suicidal at her core Robin's self worth was always at a low enough level that the idea of her own death never frightened her. But she wasn't that lonely person anymore, she had friends that cared for her. Friends that fought for her right to live and that she was determined to return to.
(The Next Day)
Robin was awoken by the familiar rattling sound of her cell bars being opened.
Expecting to see the familiar faces of her usual pair of interrogators instead a single man walked through the open corridor.
Standing at just under 7 feet tall with a wide build, heavy amounts of facial hair, and a stitched scar over his left eye was the Head Prison Chief.
"Well well well looks like we meet again Nico Robin." said the Chief, his eyes scanning her up and down.
Standing up Robin stood head on towards the high ranking officer, her face an emotionless mask.
"It appears so Chief-san. To what do I owe the honor?" She questioned politely.
"My men have told me you've been quite uncooperative with them in regards to telling us your crew's location. I would normally be furious about this but seeing you in person I realize I only have myself to blame. Of course those idiots wouldn't understand how to properly handle someone like you. It's easy to brake weak people with basic torture and shouting but based on your reputation I should've known you'd be different." The Chief explained, shaking his head in exasperation before his features hardened and he looked the female historian right in the eyes.
"Animals like you need to be properly conditioned before they can be useful. From my experience it's best to start off with one easy command to follow."
"For example, I want you to get down on your knees right now and suck my dick." He ordered casually, almost as if he was talking about the weather.
Before Robin could voice her displeasure at his ridiculous demand the government soldier raised his hand in a stopping motion.
"Relax. It's only natural for you to be resistant. You're still wild and untrained. It's rare for a pet to be willing to do tricks for the first time without some form of incentive so I brought you this." He calmly explained while reaching into his large overcoat and throwing a photo at the archeologist's feet.
Said photo was a headshot of a small girl, roughly 8 years old, with blond hair. She wore the same blue jumpsuit as Robin, indicating her status as a slave.
"That little girl of yours, Soran was it? I was told she gave you shelter and helped you hide from us. An easy mistake for a girl that young. Still so innocent about the world and how destructive a woman like you can be to everyone around them." The mustached man lectured his tone dripping with false concern.
"There were many people who pushed to have her punished for her actions but luckily for her I was personally against it."
"It would be such a shame wouldn't it if for some reason my opinion changed? No girl, especially that young, should suffer due to the actions of someone they were only trying to help? Right Nico Robin?" He questioned suggestively, the hidden ultimatum made clear to her.
"Yes, you're right." Robin said solemnly, her head down and bangs covering her eyes.
With a reluctant frown on her face Robin got down on her knees and began undoing the Prison's Chief's trousers.
Her long fingers reached into his waistband, pulling his pants down slowly, seeing the outline of his cock straining against the fabric, until...
*THWACK*
Robin's ears rang and her head snapped back when his erection sprang out of his pants to slap her in the chin.
Blinking out of her daze, she got her first look at what her captor was packing.
'HOLY SHIT!'
Her mouth dropped wide open as she looked at what was easily the largest cock she'd ever seen.
Erect it stood at an impressive 9 inches long. With a wide base his dick was sprinkled with several unusual bumps on its shaft. The head, a deep purple, contrasting strongly with the prison Chief's relatively lighter skin and barely covered by his prominent foreskin.
"Hey! There's no point to you just sitting there staring at it." Lectured the soldier before he roughly grabbed the back of Robin's skull and pushed her forward.
"Ugghhh!" She gagged as the first 6 inches of meat were forced past her lips.
Robin's world became a blur as she had to endure her captor's rough face fucking. His member blundering her inexperienced throat as he used her mouth like an overgrown flesh-light.
"GLUCK! GLUCK! GLUCK!"
Robin's lack of control resulting in a build up of saliva that created an erotic wet slurping noise that filled the cell and seemed to only fuel the Chief's debauchery.
Eventually slowing down and deepening his rhythm the bear of a man gave a particularly hard thrust, burying all but two inches of his sizable member down the cool woman's esophagus.
"See that mouth of yours not so bad now that it's finally being used for something useful." He taunted, loosening his iron grip on the Strawhat's scalp so she could blow him at her own pace.
Through her tear-filled eyes Nico Robin glared up hatefully at the smug bastard's face but she did not spit out the man's dick.
Instead she pulled back slightly and created a more slow, steady rhythm of sucking to get the soldier off.
Reaching between his legs she began massaging both of his nuts with one hand while jerking off what she couldn't fit inside her mouth with the other.
The combined stimulation of her hands and the steady swirling of her dexterous tongue on his cock-head, judging by his increasingly loud moans, proved to be effective.
Increasing her pace she began preparing herself for the inevitable flood until she felt a familiar pressure on the crown of her head.
"I'm close. Take it all!" Said the Chief, forcing Robin down until all but one inch of his monstrous meat club was enveloped in the warm tunnel of her mouth.
HE then let out his first burst of semen for the night.
Robin's eyes widened when she felt his cum directly into her throat. She felt the urge to cough, but his hand stopped her from pulling away. She felt the first large spurts of cum before his hand removed itself. She immediately drew back.
Receiving another mouthful of spunk as she drew back she could finally breathe. The Prison Chief still produced two last spurts, painting the rest of her already wet, spit soaked face with a heavy coating of semen.
The allure of the blue eyed beauties face, a mess covered in sweat, throat slime, and his seed, was just the inspiration his member needed to stir and regain its former size.
The burly soldier wasted no time pushing Robin onto her back, roughly tugging and tearing parts of her prison suit to explore more of the hidden treasures of her body.
"No! Get off!" Robin screamed, pushing the burly enslaver off of her and covering her ripped suit.
"What's your problem bitch?" He growled, angry at getting rejected so forcefully by a lowly pirate like her.
"You said all you wanted was a blowjob." She responded.
"Yea and now I want more."
"I refuse!" She responded evenly.
She knew the possible repercussions of her actions and she prayed to whatever higher power existed that her actions wouldn't result in little Soran getting hurt but her mind was made up.
…
….
…..
"What?"
"You heard me, I refuse. I may have been willing to suck that grotesque cock of yours but I refuse to sleep with someone like you!" "I may be willing to suck your cock but fucking you….. it would hurt my human pride." (1) Robin adamantly declared to the large man, physically bracing herself to fight in the likely chance he'd ignore her rejection and try to assault her.
Her thoughts weren't that far from the truth, with the Chief's mind being conflicted on how to handle the curvy scholar.
A part of his mind was tempted to just overpower and force himself on the captive pirate. The difference in size between the two and her now lack of powers guaranteeing him he'd be able to overcome her. However and even larger part of his mind couldn't ignore the wounds to his pride the archeologist's words left him with and felt that if he'd succumb to his baser instincts and rape the woman he'd only be proving her right.
"Have it your way you Demonic Bitch!" Barked the Warden as he readjusted his trousers.
Slamming the cell door on his way out the Warden's face was a mask of anger while his mind immediately began plotting his revenge.
'That uppity pirate bitch will pay for denying me!'
The next few days were a comfortable change of pace for the statuesque pirate. After rejected his sexual advanced Robin hadn't seen the perverted Chief/Warden again while her torture sessions all but ended; except for the occasional stern questioning. This development gave Robin hope that her fortune might have turned around.
The effects were gradual at first; flushed cheeks and the occasional spark of arousal in her core on particularly cold nights but that in itself gave the archeologists little to worry about. Being the mature beauty she was Robin was no stranger to her own body's sexual urges, especially given her largely celibate lifestyle. It was only on her third day of solitary that the true intentions of her punishment became clear.
Robin was on FIRE!
Sweat poured on all her body as she wriggled on her cell floor in a desperate attempt to ease her frustration. The leaky roof of her cell brought in the freezing weather outside creating a contrast in temperatures that only increased her sensitivity even more.
Robin easily deduced that her food must have been drugged and now the effects on her body were fully kicking in.
It was hard for the beautiful ravenette to focus, her thoughts were clouded and scattered, her nipples stood erect against her uniform. Robin's thighs were wet from both sweat and juices that poured from her now aching pussy.
Pushing her cuffed hands down the front of her jumpsuit Robin threw her head back in pleasure as she started shamelessly rubbing her pussy and clit while roughly brushing her hardened nipples against her forearms.
Robin's session of masturbation was interrupted by laughing coming from outside her cell. Opening her eyes at the new sound Robin locked eyes with a family pair of guards; her former interrogators.
"Oh I'm sorry, are we interrupting something?" Questioned guard #1.
"Don't stop on our account." said guard #2.
Covering up herself as best she could, Robin closed her leg, tucking her body into the fetal position, covering her exposed breasts with her arms, and sending the two men her harshest death glare.
"Oh don't give us that look." Admonished one guard, as if he was talking to a child.
"You should feel happy you lasted this long. Our boss thought you'd be a horny bitch in heat after your first day with your new diet plan." Explained the other guard pair, confirming Robin's suspensions of her food being tampered with.
"It doesn't have to go on like this forever sweetheart. Just give us the word and our boss guarantees he'll be here immediately to take care of you." He advised in mock concern, the true meaning behind his offer clear.
"Tell your superior that I'm honored by his generosity but that I'd rather die than be his woman." Robin responded with an overly cheery tone and smile that did nothing to hide her malicious intent.
"Hah! He told us that would likely be your answer but actually hearing it is something else." Remarked the smiling guard only to be pushed aside by his more aggressive partner.
"Suit yourself bitch you can rot in this cell forever for all we care. Our orders were only to offer this option and give you this gift." Said the guard as he reached into his coat and threw an unknown object at the Strawhat's head, stunning the vulnerable woman, and entertaining the cruel men as they walked away from her cell smiling.
Shaking her head to clear the mental fog dealt from her physical assault, the Ohara native observed her present.
The Oharan gasped as she realized she'd been gifted a sex toy, a dildo made of rubber and white in color. It was roughly 6 inches long, remarkably average but quite tiny in comparison to the Warden's sizable member.
Robin eyed the faux penis warily, as if the piece of plastic would somehow gain life and attack her.
Overcoming her trepidation she wrapped her fingers around the toy's shaft. Her body overflowed with arousal.
Robin's short, husky gasps and stuttered breaths echoed off the walls in perfect rhythm. Her fingers worked their magic on her pleasure button while she thrust the dildo deeper inside her love tunnel.
Toes curled, gripping the base of her new toy Robin began to spasm when her repeated penetration found a particularly sensitive area inside herself.
'This means nothing. I won't let these men break me. Poison me all you like I'll never break.' Robin thought as she finally climaxed.
Her pelvis arched, Robin forced the white dildo all the way down to its base. The wetness in her depths spilled out, flowing down her ass and staining her uniform before dripping hard stone floor.
Laying down in the afterglow her eyes started to grow heavy with exhaustion. Deciding not to fight it, Robin adjusted her suit as best she could before drifting off to sleep; more relaxed in the moment than she'd been since arriving in this country.
Robin was more frustrated than she'd ever been in her entire life.
The past few days were a fog of uniformity for the wanted woman. Each day began the same with her being fed her daily ration of spiked gruel, having cold water thrown on her in lieu of an actual bath, and then being left alone in her cell for hours on end until the guards ordered it was time for her to sleep.
With no one around and a growing inferno of lust within her it'd be logical to think that the intelligent beauty would use this time alone to please herself and satiate her lust? Right?
You'd be half correct in assuming so because Robin truly tried but there was one major problem.
IT WASN'T ENOUGH!
Whether it be her body's continued reaction to the libido enhancing drugs or its own unremarkable size the faux member of her dildo no longer was adequate in pleasing her. Even her own skilled fingers that knew her body most and had never failed to help her climax whenever her sparse amount of lovers couldn't were useless in quelling her sexual fire.
No matter how many hours the archeologists spent propping both of her holes with the synthetic penis she was just unable to climax. Her hours of masturbation doing little more than making her more aroused and sexually frustrated than when she started.
With the sex-toy all but useless to her now Robin's desire for actual physical contact was at its highest.
The Devil Child had far too much pride to verbally ask one of the few guards who she interacted with everyday to fuck her so the intelligent woman resorted to more subtle means.
She had altered her wardrobe, undoing the zipper of her prison suit all the way down to her navel. Flashing the guards an enticing boob window along with her smooth stomach. The increased exposure to the freezing climate was completely ignored.
Unfortunately for her Robin's sex appeal for perhaps the first time in her life proved to be unsuccessful.
Apparently their gruff leader made it an ironclad rule that none of them were allowed to lay a hand on her for fear of his wrath.
Unable to quench their growing lust with her body, the guards resorted to taking petty revenge on her in other ways.
Whether it be using even colder water buckets to drench her for her daily 'baths' or downgrading her already poor prison meals into unrecognizable, but still aphrodisiac laden, slop.
She'd theorized they'd started cumming in her food given how her daily porridge had the same color, runny consistency, and revolting flavor as semen. This realization sadly only turned on the jailed pirate more, the perverse origin of her food sending an unwanted spike of pleasure from her drug soaked brain into her treasonous cunt.
Robin had truly tried to fight against her body's urges. Sleep, meditation, or exercise anything she tried to use to distract herself from her mounting sex drive proved useless.
Eventually the seemingly never-ending hours of sexual torment proved even too much for the Devil Child's iron will and sadly a decision had to be made.
The Chief officer of Tequila Wolf felt more satisfied than he'd ever been in his entire life.
When he was informed by his men that the dangerous female pirate had finally broken and called for him it was hard for him to believe.
However when making it to her jail cell and seeing the state the Strawhat was in he could understand why.
Standing on two wobbly legs, her once pale face now a cherry red, and a noticeable sheen of sweat on her skin, Nico Robin was the physical embodiment of a bitch in heat.
She crossed eyes with the hairy government soldier for only a second before she looked away and began removing her uniform.
Doing so while wearing her cuffs should have been difficult to nigh impossible but the craft pirate was able to completely remove the normally unflattering blue jumpsuit and bare her entire body to her captor.
From her model thin legs and stomach, to her full breasts, tight rear, and flawless face even after enduring weeks of imprisonment the wanted woman was without a doubt a true beauty.
"Well?" He asked while committing every detail of Robin's body to memory.
"Well….. what?" Robin stammered out, head down, her red face burning even brighter with both arousal and embarrassment
Licking his lips the mustached soldier fought against his natural instinct to rape the busty bimbo on the spot, he needed to put this bitch in her place first.
Getting in the tall woman's face the larger male wrapped his gloved hand around Robin's swan-like neck. Almost effortlessly lifting the Paramecia fruit user off her feet he leaned in close to speak to her.
"You're the one who begged me to see you! Don't forget that! Stop acting so proud bitch you're nothing but a cumdump so start acting like it!" He growled harshly into Robin's ear before dropping her on her shapely rear.
He then stripped himself of his uniform before resting his heavy body on a nearby chair. Shamelessly stroking his dick to Robin's nude form until it was completely erect.
"You know what's next, don't you bitch?" He asked while pointing to his stiff member.
"Do it yourself!" He ordered; sitting proudly in his chair like a mad king.
Sparring herself further embarrassment Robin turned around, facing away from her captor as she spread her pussy lips.
GUH! IT'S SO BIG! Robin screamed internally.
The Chief's massive cockhead splitting her tight lips apart. Her drug-filled body became so sensitive now that the mere act of penetration was enough to set off a mini-orgasm.
Forcing her body to fight through the pleasure, Robin started rocking her body backwards, slowly feeding her cunt more of the Warden's freakish dick.
'The bumps on his dick are tearing my pussy apart.' She groaned; the odd lumps on his member rubbing against her walls creating a pleasurable friction that stopped her descent.
"Woman! If you take it that slow, you'll never get it in." He complained while getting a firm grip of Robin's waist.
"This is how you're supposed to do it!"
His exclamation being Robin's only warning before she was forced downward and filled with all 9 inches of the Warden's manhood.
"Aargh!" Robin screamed out as she took the full length of his dick.
Showing no remorse for her discomfort the buff brute continued forcefully impaling the Strawhat's sex on his fleshy spear. Reducing Nico Robin's gorgeous body to nothing more than a personal masturbation tool.
Robin howled in pleasure at the new speed. The frenzied riding was just too much for her. Her already hot body had turned into an inferno that was threatening to melt her brain.
After just a minute of violent fucking she had finally reached her breaking point. When one particularly hard thrust pulled her completely inside the Warden's lap with his full girth inside her, Robin felt her climax overtake her.
Throwing her neck back Robin let out a high pitched squeal. Her body seized up so much that in a feat of unlikely strength the Oharon snapped the steel chain keeping her seastone handcuffs connected in two.
Her psyche now fucked into a hazy mess Robin's tired body could no longer hold her own weight and she collapsed like a puppet with its strings cut.
It had taken some ungodly willpower on his end to not come from the archeologist's tight embrace but he's succeeded. His sexism and ego unwilling to let his long-awaited orgasm be from a woman being on top the Warden mounted the tired woman.
He wasn't sure if Robin was conscious enough to feel his frenzied thrusts but he didn't care. Bottoming out inside of her the Warden grabbed a fistful of Robin's dark locks before erupting and hosing down her ovaries with his spunk.
Basking in post-coital bliss for a good minute the Warden reluctantly removed himself from the Oharan's greedy hole, taking a step back to appreciate his work.
Struck in the face down, ass up position Robin was a twitching mess of limbs. Her overfilled cunt has become a virtual waterfall for his baby batter. A far cry from the cold dangerous woman she was before her capture.
Maybe he'd expected too much from this woman. Due to her fearsome reputation the Government soldier had assumed it would be harder than this to break her in. It seemed so foolish now.
Despite this woman's perceived power and infamy here she was no better than a slave and on Tequila Wolf all slaves broke.
(10 Days Later)
Heavy footsteps echoed through the halls of the Tequila Wolf prison tower, rows of empty cells being passed through by, without question, the most powerful man in this country.
The imposing, once solemn, man had an unmistakable happy gait as he stalked through the prison halls. His destination and source behind his improved mood, clear in his mind.
Stopping at the front of the cell of his prison's most important inmate the Warden could only smile as he took in the view.
No longer the barren, cold block of cement, Robin's cell now could pass as half livable.
A plush mattress with a bed frame took up one corner of the room with another having a locker filled with multiple sets of the Wolf prison garbs. Despite what the prisoners of this country and his own men thought he wasn't a heartless man, it was only fair that his new pet was rewarded for her loyalty.
Said beautiful scholar was in the center of the cage, head bowed while facing her cell door.
Ever since his official breaking of Nico Robin no day had gone by without him in some way using the female pirate's body to drain his nuts.
Whether it be her pussy, ass, breasts, or mouth the hardened soldier made sure the raven haired pirate got a daily taste of his ball batter.
The prison chief, now Warden, for the captured Strawhat smirked at the women's prone positioning. Obviously she had heard his footsteps coming and had reacted accordingly.
It seemed the days of conditioning it took to properly train and break-in his new bitch weren't useless after all.
(Flashback)
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
Robin gasped and rocked, her body swaying where it was suspended, her eyes wide and mouth open as she drooled past the ball gag quieting her voice.
Sweat beaded on her forehead, and her hips jerked, lurching in response to the blows that fell upon her shining porcelain skin.
Robin moaned and groaned as she was whipped, her body suspended before him, her limbs shackled and chained to the ceiling of her cell.
Robin's bound figure was completely bare, soaked in a combination of oil and sweat, with two metal clamps firmly attached to her nipples. Between her legs the bottom of a vibrator could be seen. The advanced device stuffed to the hilt into the Devil Child's cunt as it's constant vibrations turned the normally composed archeologist's brain to mush.
The prison chief of Tequila Wolf and now personal warden for the female Strawhat stood behind his prisoner, equally nude. His clear erection, an obvious sign of the pleasure he took in Robin's vulnerable position and discomfort.
The warden reached around her body, one of his hands grabbing a handful of Robin's bountiful chest and with the other pulled the ball gag from her mouth.
"We've been going through this for quite a while now, Robin-san. Do you think you've finally learned your lesson?" He asked; roughly grabbing the pirate's neck so he could whisper into the curvy Strawhat's ear. His response being an unintelligible groan from the archeologist's throat.
"Good! Now then it only seems right for you to do something for your dear master for taking time to correct your behavior?" He questioned in a false naive tone; all the while aggressive rubbing his member on her oil drenched back and rear.
"This ass of yours should be good enough." He groaned before cruelly thrusting his now slick member into Robin's unprotected asshole.
She let out a surprised squeal at the unwanted rear intrusion, her already overstimulated body experiencing another forced climax from the pain as she stained the cobble floor further with her release.
Robin's voice raised several octaves as his thrusts quickened, the hoarse screams of the enslaved pirate would echo through the tower for hours.
(End Flashback)
His smile stretched ear to ear in recollection of that vivid memory. He'd long since accepted the fact that the female pirate knew nothing about her crew's location and that the proper course of action would be to send the Demon Child on the first boat to Impel Down but the normally gruff soldier just didn't have the heart to see it through. This past month "supervising" Nico Robin's capture had been some of the best times of his life. The satisfaction of having a voluptuous criminal like her to tend to his every sexual need had made his previously mundane assignment in the freezing climate of Tequila Wolf more than worth it.
Internally thanking whatever higher power out there that saw fit to bless him so much the Warden cooled his features before opening the doors of her cell.
'Always best not to look too happy around his little bird.'
The possibility of him being upset with her was a good motivational tool to make the woman even more eager to please him.
"Good evening my pet."
"Good evening master." Robin answered eagerly, raising her head while maintaining a seiza pose.
His slave's chipper tone and willingness to only talk when directly addressed caused the warden's already inflated ego to grow.
Taking in the ravenette's form, particularly the unzipped front of her worker's uniform his manhood started to swell. The normally unflattering prison uniform did little to hide the beauties' natural curves and sinful assets.
Now eye-level with the growing tent in his pants, Robin looked up at her captor's smug expression; knowing immediately what he wanted from her.
Unfastening his belt buckle in one smooth motion Robin pulled down his pants and underwear, her quick motion rewarding her with a meaty slap to the forehead from her captor's now iron hard shaft.
Sticking out her tongue Robin took her time covering the entirety of his member in her saliva before leaning forward and taking his dick into her widely stretched out mouth.
When she started taking him deeper he actually went a little cross eyed from pleasure.
Robin took him deeper till she felt his huge head hit the back of her throat before pulling back, sucking deeply the entire way till only the head was left. Keeping the head in her mouth, Robin started swirling her tongue around the tip before going back in for more.
When his cock hit the back of her throat again Robin pushed forward and started to deepthroat. All nine inches of his member completely swallowed up by the historian's talented mouth.
The intense oral attention alongside the intense eye contact of the archeologist's big blue eyes proved to be the perfect combination to drive him over the edge.
"Uuuggghhh! Oh Shit!" Was all the warning Robin got before her hair was grabbed and she was held in place, his cock partially down her throat, before he finally let loose.
Her eyes flew wide open as the already thick shaft stretching her throat expanded further, causing her to gag as her Warden started hosing her throat down with his thick load.
Unprepared for the large load coming at her, some of the cum shot out her nose and poured back out her mouth coating his dick before dripping down into the deep cleavage of her uniform and coating her breasts.
For nearly two minutes she was forced to gulp down the thick creamy liquid before the iron grip he had on her lessened. The mature Strawhat slowly slid the softening member out her throat, gently sucking the entire way till she released him from her mouth with a loud pop.
Feeling like all the energy had just been drained from his body the Warden stumbled back before landing on his behind.
Taking a few calming breaths he was tempted to ask what had gotten into this woman, given how he'd never gotten a blowjob half as good from her in the past, before the now-raspy voice of his pet bird got his attention.
"I'm sorry for being such a needy girl master but can I please have some more cock?" Robin begged; now laying on her back, spread-eagle, with her long legs behind her head.
The quiet, childlike tone of her question plus the pleasing image of Robin's exposed and dripping slit proved too much for the government soldier whose member jumped back to life before he rushed the prone woman, his body covering hers in a violent mating press.
Gasping at his suddenness Robin groaned when she felt him bury his head into her chest, shamelessly motor-boating her tits as he started drilling her cunt, and panting like a wild beast.
Taking advantage of the man's lust-filled frenzy, Robin dug into her hair, pulled out a metal pin, courtesy of the chief's belt buckle, and started picking the locks of her seastone cuffs.
The smacking sounds of his heavy body on top of her alongside his own groans of pleasure the government soldier was ignorant to the clicking sounds of the Archeologist's restraints coming undone.
Licking the supple neck of his slutty prisoner the chief felt the familiar buildup of pleasure in his nuts. His body told him that any longer inside this tight pirate cunt and he would certainly explode.
Rearing back to deliver a few more forceful thrusts into his sexy cumdump the gruff soldier's head was pulled back by the woman beneath him. Robin caressed his face tenderly; the soft almost loving look in her eyes catching him off guard.
Flashing him a smirk Robin leaned in and delivered a soulful kiss to his rough lips.
So unused to such an act of affection compared to the rough pounding of the past month a blush grew on his cheeks and his already swollen member finally surrendered to the Strawhat's tightening cunt and filled her with his seed.
Eventually needing air the infamous beauty pulled back, separating their lip, a long strand of silica breaking between them. Panting in exhaustion and post-coital bliss the prison chief listened carefully as the blue-eyed goddess leaned in close before whispering seductively into his ear.
"Dos Fleur: Le Petit Mort" (2) Robin said before two arms sprouted from his shoulders, grabbed ahold of his head, before violently snapping his neck to the side.
Robin walked through the doors of the prison tower; dressed in her blue worker's jumpsuit with the now deceased chief's oversized coat protecting her from the cold. The statuesque archeologist closed her eyes and took a deep breath, savoring the fresh air.
The chilling bite of the snowy bridge a welcome change to the muggy sex-saturated room of her cell.
Unfortunately Robin's moment of peace was interrupted by the sound of guns cocking, opening her eyes to the muzzle of over a dozen soldier's rifles surrounding her.
Robin's eyes hardened at the perceived threat to her newfound freedom. Flexing her fingers the female Strawhat was seconds away from using her ability to disable the weaker men until a voice stopped her.
"Hey! Put down your weapons now! Do you have any idea who that woman is?!" Yelled a soldier from the crowd, another cloaked figure with a distinct mouse themed cap on his head pushing himself to the front.
"I'm sorry for my men's rudeness. From your coat we assumed you were one of the soldiers. You match the description, you're Nico Robin correct?" The mouse hatted man questioned respectfully.
"Yes." Robin answered; her brain already forming a hypothesis about who this new group worked for.
"We've been looking for you for a long time. It's a pleasure to meet you, we are the Revolutionary Army and we were sent to free this country."
It may have taken over 700 years but the revolution of Tequila Wolf had finally begun.
Chapter 6 End
(1) Still my favorite Nico Robin diss of all time.
(2) 'Le Petit Mort' is a French expression about an orgasm being a little death, a morbid play on words on my part.
Author's Note: Trying to get back into writing this story so reviews would be very helpful. The Longer and more critical the better. {Talking to you MICKGESITT}
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