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The Gourmet and the Goddess	By : Raggedflagon Category: +M to R > One Piece Views: 15487 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 2
Disclaimer: I do not own One Piece, nor the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

Chapter List
- 1-Prologue
- 2-Sunday
- 3-Monday
- 4-Tuesday
- 5-Wednesday
- 6-Thursday
- 7-Friday
- 8-Saturday
- 7
- 8
SATURDAY

Now it was Robin's turn to stare down at Sanji's sleeping form. She had already gotten dressed for the day, donning her “Punk Hazard” outfit. She wore a tight pink tank top with white flower designs and a black bikini bottom. The tank top was quite low cut, and even had very thin shoulder straps as if it was designed to show as much of her beautiful skin as possible. The bikini, of course, showed off her impeccable legs as well. Sanji, on the other hand, looked quite pathetic. He was naked except for the cock cage, and was curled up into a ball on the floor.

Robin decided that today would be trying enough for him, so she would adopt a friendlier approach to waking him. Instead of kicking him, as she was tempted, she used her foot to gently toy with his cock. He didn't wake up immediately, apparently in a deep sleep, but she was amused to see his cock stiffen inside the cage. “Wake up, slave,” she cooed warmly, still playing with his cock. Sanji sleepily looked up at her, trying to decide if he was awake or not. She smiled down at his silly face. “Today is our last day together for a while,” she reminded him, “And I'm sure it will be memorable.”

A dozen emotions flowed through him at once, his mind starting to awaken at the words. Today is the day he would have to sink lower than ever before. To degrade himself for her beyond anything he would've ever imagined. But in return, he would finally get the release he so badly wanted, needed.

Sanji sat up and opened his mouth to speak, but nothing came out. “Go on,” Robin prodded warmly as he tried to find the words to say.

“How is this going to work, Mistress?” he eventually asked weakly, blush forming.

“Good question,” she said with a chuckle. “Right now, you’re going to go into the galley and make me some breakfast. Then, if you're a very lucky boy, we'll head into the dungeon and I will make you some.” Sanji focused on her feet, trying to avoid thinking about that too much.

“And then, Mistress?” he asked hesitantly.

“After that? We'll have to see what I'm in the mood for,” she said dismissively. However, upon seeing his frightened face, she decided to explain more. “I honestly don't know how I'll feel afterwards. I might be disgusted at the thought of being around you.” Sanji's stomach dropped at the thought. The only OK thing about this, besides the reward, was that he was sure it would please her. He looked sadly at her, tears welling up in his eyes at the notion of her disapproval. She smirked at him, clearly pulling his leg.

“Actually, my thought is that I might not feel sexy afterwards,” she admitted, a tiny pink blush appearing on her cheeks. “I may only feel like being alone until I get hungry or need the toilet again.” She sounded tough, but Sanji could read how nervous she actually was. His submission to her truly complete, he began to feel like this was all his fault, that he was forcing her to do something she dreaded. He resolved to be overly grateful and do whatever it took to make her feel good.

“You'll still be perfect, Mistress,” he said genuinely, crawling over and kissing her bare feet.

Robin looked positively radiant as she led him to the kitchen and placed her breakfast order: jalapeno omelet, sausage, and bacon. “For fun,” she explained cryptically with a mischievous smile when he questioned her odd choice in omelets. “And prune juice to drink,” she added. Sanji felt strangely content as he made the food for her. Robin was everything to him now. He couldn't believe how lucky he was to be hers, to be privileged enough to worship her and give her pleasure. “Try to be quick about it,” she added, mild urgency in her voice, “I'd like to get down there as soon as we can.” He worked as quickly as he could, as he hated to keep her uncomfortable, but still put his full care into the meal.

“Whew!” Robin exclaimed as she ate her omelet. “You did a good job, slave, it's very spicy.” She gulped down her juice quickly, eager to soothe her self-inflicted burn. Sanji's heart fluttered at the praise, and his cock followed suit. Seeing his painfully contained cock, she began to rub her sandal against it. “I hope you survive your trial. It'd be nice to see your little penis finally get what it wants,” she said in an amused, but seductive, voice.

“I will, Mistress,” he told her confidently, before bending down to kiss her foot.

“Good boy...” she said, “Let's head out now.” She wanted to tease him about his confidence, but the pressure in her gut was building, causing her great discomfort.

Sanji dutifully waited on all fours while she grabbed a bag that she had packed and attached the leash to his collar, and then they began to walk out to the castle. Robin's pace was a bit swifter than usual, and he had to struggle to keep up. “Make it quick, slave,” she said as he went to relieve himself on the grass. The thinly veiled urgency in her voice made his mind race. Most importantly, every part of him desired to help her, to do whatever it took to make her comfortable again. Part of his mind, though, began to focus on what that meant. As they walked into the dungeon and she bee-lined for the toilet chair, it became so real that he could no longer push his fears away. This was really about to happen. He had begged for it, and he was going to get it. And on top of that, he was going to be enthusiastic and grateful about it. She was a Goddess. His Goddess, and deserved nothing less.

When they had arrived at their destination, she pulled serving plate out of her bag and placed it under the chair. She thought for a second, and decided to grab a wineglass from her bag instead of sitting down. Sanji watched in awe as she pulled down her bikini, held it up to herself, and filled it up with her golden nectar. “Now it won't mix together, and you'll have a nice drink to cleanse your palate,” she announced, beginning to blush. Sanji took a deep breath, steeling himself for his upcoming performance.

“Thank you Mistress. Please feed me, Goddess, I'm so hungry,” he said, trying to look as worshipful as he could.

“You are?” she asked pretending to be surprised, “What are you hungry for?”

“Your divine waste, Mistress,” he said, blushing.

“My poop? Well, OK then, slave. If that's what you want,” she said. Her desire to play the game and mess with him further was becoming drowned out by her own desperation.

Robin turned him around and sat down on the chair behind him. She breathed deeply and tried to relax so her desperate bowels could evacuate. She had made herself overeat the day before so she could have as much as she needed to humiliate him with, but it had somewhat backfired when she had been forced to hold it all morning. Sanji, on the other hand, felt much more at ease then the last time he had sat here. He had crossed a threshold, and anything his Goddess did and anything that came from her was worthy of his unconditional worship. He didn't necessarily like the idea, but it no longer held the doom he used to feel when he had first considered it.

Robin's whole body relaxed as her anus slowly opened and allowed her to release her burden. It came out slowly, a thick, brown, mildly firm log that dropped onto the plate, curving slightly before breaking off as it was slightly too firm to coil. One more followed, slightly softer and lighter brown, and was dropped down right on top. Sanji listened intently to her teeny tiny groan when she began to go, and then the sounds of her thick turds landing on the plate. The smell was unremarkable, but unmistakable nonetheless. “It smells lovely, Goddess,” he told her, hoping to please her.

“It does?” she teased, now eager to humiliate him again with her need taken care of. “You like the way my poop smells? What a pervert, you really must want to eat it.” He turned back to look at her, to see her mocking expression, but she slapped his face and turned his head back. “You aren't allowed to look yet, dirty boy,” she teased, causing his cock to throb very hard.

After a couple minutes, Robin had gotten her relief and was ready for the fun to recommence. “Ready for an appetizer?” she asked mockingly when she had finished, turning around and sticking her soiled butt out. Sanji turned around while preparing himself mentally. When he looked at her bum, however, no feeling of disgust arrived. His Goddess simply needed him to help clean her up, that was all. This would serve her directly, no mental gymnastics required.

“May I please lick your delicious hole clean, Mistress?” he asked, genuinely excited to have his mouth against her.

“Good little pervert, asking so sweetly,” she chided warmly before giving her permission.

Robin's ass wasn't horribly messy, once again, but bore enough residue that it would've left an obvious stain in her bikini. Sanji leaned in and eagerly began licking her dirty, puckered little hole. The strong flavor was not quite appealing, but with the context of licking her ass it was more than manageable. “Dirty boy,” she teased, quite pleased at his enthusiasm, “I know you can't get enough, but stop when it's clean. You'll have more chances today.” He did not want to stop. The task ahead would be doable, he now felt, but would not make him nearly as satisfied as rimming her sweet, sweet tushie. At least, as she had said, she would soon allow him the privilege again. It still took all his strength to tear himself away from her.

“I'm sure you don't want this, slave, you should just dispose of it and enjoy your chastity,” Robin said seriously when she had stood up and pulled up her bikini, “It's really disgusting, and it smells so bad.” Sanji knew that she probably just wanted him to beg, but the thought of losing the privilege now was painful. His release was in sight.

“Please Mistress, please let me eat it instead. I crave nothing more.”

“Why do you want to eat my poop so bad? Are you just a filthy disgusting pervert?” she asked disgustedly, teasing him mercilessly.

“I am, Goddess! Please let your slave eat your delicious essence!” he begged, reveling in humiliation.

Robin stared down at him, taking in his begging. “Okay,” she finally decided, “you can eat it. You better be grateful for my gifts if you want me to be willing to give you more.”

Robin stood back and surveyed him carefully, not wanting to miss a single detail of his reaction as he began his task. Sanji pulled the platter away from the chair and looked down at blankly. There it was, the meal he had begged for. It was now or never, and never was a miserable option. Robin let out a girly, disgusted “Ewwww....” as he slowly lowered his head and stuck out his tongue, giving the pile a lick to test just how bad it would be. His ears reddened from her reaction, but he opened his mouth and took a small bite, enjoying the submission but still anxious to get it over with.

“How does my shit taste, slave?” she jeered when he had swallowed it and gone back down for more. She was feeling quite a rush from bringing him down so low, but her pride was building. For him to be doing this, she must have truly succeeded. He was not simply eating her defecation, but had begged for the privilege.

“It tastes wonderful, Goddess!” he told her, and was surprised to find that it didn't feel like a lie. The taste was, obviously, revolting. There was more though. It felt good to do this for her. Yes, it was the means to an orgasm, but could that be why? No, it was more than that. He had experienced meaningless sex with other women as a 'means to an orgasm,' and that did not compare at all. His complete submission to her felt so much better than any of that, so much less empty.

“It really must be pretty yummy,” she taunted as as he ate with a vigor, nearing the end after only a few minutes. “What a depraved, filthy little slave.” Sanji could only feel his whole body, especially his cock, tingle at her words. The taste was no longer an obstacle. A new obstacle soon arose, as his stomach began to fill for the first time in a while. He had definitely eaten over a pound, and a few bites more remained. He thought about how urgent she had been and realized how painful it must have been to hold in all of this. She was smaller than him, after all. “What's the matter?” she asked mockingly as she watched him stare down at what remained of her waste. “I'm sure you really want your reward, and I've never known you to waste food.”

“Lick it clean,” Robin commanded as he dutifully swallowed down the last bits. As Sanji licked whatever residue he could off of the plate, relief began to flood through his mind. He had done it. The taste hadn't killed him, and her goading had only made his job easier, as he had focused on her voice and his throbbing it caused in his cock. Best of all, as his cock reminded him, he was a huge step closer to his reward. He looked up at, hoping for approval. She laughed mockingly at him. “You know what you are now?” she asked him sadistically. His face now bright red, he shook his head instead of trying to speak. “A filthy. Little. Shit eater.” She laughed again, relishing this shining peak of his humiliation, before continuing, “And no matter what you do, you will always be a shit eater. You begged to eat my poop, and I mercifully granted your wish.”

Sanji's body betrayed him at her words. He could only cringe and watch her reaction as his cock throbbed madly at her mocking, and produced a long strand of precum that dribbled all the way down to the ground. Robin's eyes widened, this development somewhat above her estimations. “And you even got off on it?” she asked incredulously. He nodded his head in shame, not wanting to look into her face. She decided then and there that she did indeed feel sexy enough for anything. Her slave apparently was so under her control that he would crave to be a part of anything she did. His reward would be exemplary, the most pleasure she could give, she decided.

“Go ahead and drink my yummy pee, then I have something else for you,” she ordered. Sanji complied immediately, only wishing that it was still as hot as it was when she produced it. Robin then grabbed a bottle of two hundred proof alcohol, used strictly as a machinery degreaser, and poured him a small amount. “Swish this around for one minute, then do it again. That'll be a start in cleaning that filthy mouth, not that I'll ever let it near me again.” Sanji did as he was told, though the thought of not ever being able to please her orally stung him deeply. The liquid was hotter than hell itself, and sanitized his mouth with its holy fire. His mouth felt thoroughly sore by the time he had done it twice. “Good little piggy,” she chided, “Would you like me to tease your cock for a while, until I need your services again? I don't mind fetching the riding crop, if you'd rather...”

“Please tease my cock, Mistress, it burns so much for you,” he begged.

“To the cross, then,” she ordered, smirking slightly.

She restrained his arms and legs against the 'X' cross and slapped his chest before unlocking his cage. His desperate cock looked like it was absolutely going to explode. She put her hand on it and began to pet it lovingly, maintaining eye contact throughout. “I saw what this was doing that whole time,” she said mischievously. “I never knew your little penis was so naughty.” Sanji felt his brain twinge madly when her gentle petting became light stroking. “I think you just might earn it a nice little cum,” she continued, “I bet you'd like to know what I have in mind, wouldn't you?”

“Mistress!” he said urgently, his pleasure growing quickly.

She stopped stroking but did not let go, saying, “You're only allowed one, slave, you don't want to waste it now.” A drop of precum slipped out, but his desperate efforts payed off and prevented any cumming.

After lots of her cruel edging, Robin started feeling the very urgent need to use the toilet again. She undid Sanji's restraints and marched him over to the chair. “My stomach's really hurting,” she admitted, “this may be tougher than before.”

“Please let me help you, Mistress, I want to help you feel better,” he said in a very concerned voice. She only nodded this time. It had hit her very hard and there was no time to play around.

“You can watch this time and even it eat right from the source, lucky boy.” She ordered him to lie underneath the toilet chair while she quickly retrieved a funnel. Its brim was the size of a small plate, and the hole at the bottom was almost the size of the ring gag he had used the day before. She placed it firmly in his mouth before yanking down her bikini and sitting down.

“Ready?” she asked as she desperately tried to hang on to the painful load inside her.

“Yes Goddess,” he said through the funnel. Sanji had not been afraid of eating her turds a second time, but was now becoming scared again. He had much less control with the funnel, and she had indicated that it would be worse. Robin bent over and squeezed her pained stomach as her large load burst through, dropping straight into the funnel. It was much softer this time, composed of her greasy breakfast. Her slightly mushy shit burned her rectum, as it was full of the jalapenos she had eaten. Sanji gagged on her spicy waste. Its taste was much stronger than before, and that went double for the stink, but his will remained the same. It was helping her, that was all that mattered.

Poor Robin's stomach refused to give her any relief. Whenever she pushed out a large amount, more seemed to instantly take its place. She started to feel quite bad for him, this being vastly more than she had in mind. She resolved not to make him feel bad for his gagging sounds, and to try to get his mind off of it. Sanji flinched as he felt the unexpected touch of a hand on his cock. Robin giggled lightly at him, her disembodied hand getting to work rubbing a small circle right under his cock head. “I saw your naughty little penis, slave. I know you love it when you get such a nice treat,” she teased. Despite his torturous predicament, Sanji felt blissful as he felt her gentle rubbing. He moaned softly as he struggled to swallow down her seemingly endless supply of hot, squishy poop. His cock leaked a near constant supply of precum from her affections and the humiliation, but she was careful not to let him have his orgasm yet. He would get it, and soon.

When her bowels were finally empty, Robin got up and leaned over him, pinching her nose shut at the smell. Most of her shit had gone down his throat, but plenty had stuck to the funnel itself. “I'll help you, I know you don't want to miss any of this unbelievably smelly poop,” she teased, forcing the remaining turds down the funnel with a small dildo. After lots of gagging, Sanji finally finished.

“Time to clean up,” Robin said, giving him the bottle of alcohol to gargle. After sanitizing his mouth, she stuck her highly soiled butt at him. “Be gentle, it's burning quite a bit,” she requested as he got to work making her sore ass as clean as it could possibly get, enthusiasm reaching all-time peak levels. It had to be getting late, he thought, and she must be empty after all of that. There was only one thing left on the schedule. “When you're done cleaning the funnel and the dildo,” she announced while pulling up her bikini and turning around to him again, “You will make me a dinner and we will discuss your performance, and whether or not it merited a reward. If you touch your penis even once, you will receive another harsh flaying with my whip and cane instead as your reward.” His entire back half was still damaged from the last time, not that touching himself was even a temptation at this point. Pleasure had no purpose if not to come from her. He cleaned the devices as requested and crawled back to the ship with her, heart racing madly.

Sanji was marched straight to the shower, and she chaperoned him as he washed himself vigorously. Robin wouldn't let him come out until he had soaped up his whole face and brushed his teeth several times each. When she was satisfied, she allowed him to make her a small salad for dinner, as she was quite done with extravagant meals for a while. Sanji sat patiently at her feet while she ate, cock at full attention, as he waited for her judgment.

“You did as I requested very well today, slave. Model behavior actually, for the most part,” she declared in a somewhat unenthusiastic voice. She wanted to keep him in suspense as long as possible before he got the sex that was coming to him. “You were quite the dirty little slut, though,” she continued, shaking her head sadly. “You seemed so thrilled to eat my shit, and I think that turned out to be all the reward you need.” Panic filled Sanji's heart as he heard her.

“Mistress...” he croaked, but was unable to continue. Robin chuckled at his face, and started brushing her foot against his hard cock. No way would she actually deny that poor little thing after he went through all of that for her. A whole week, doing every single thing she wanted. And that's after a month without pleasure. No, his reward would be great. But maybe just one final torture.

“Yes, you enjoyed yourself way too much to need anything else. You said you would do anything to please me, so how about this. Beg me to lock your little penis back up without cumming. Beg me to not let you cum for at least a year.”

Tears rolled freely down Sanji's cheeks. Cumming was nothing compared to being able to serve her, but he had done so much and had his hopes so up very high. “P-Please lock me back up M-Mistress... Please d-don't let me cum for a whole year...” he begged in the saddest, most defeated voice he had ever used.

“Well... Maybe you do deserve a little something after all...” Robin relented, smiling warmly at him. “Here's what's going to happen. We're going to go back to the dungeon, and you'll be tied to the bed again. You'll get whatever I think you deserve, and you will clean up your mess if I let you cum. Then after we have our time together, your little penis we be locked back up, and we will take everything we brought back to the ship. From then on, we will then treat each other only as crew mates and prepare for the return of the rest of the crew. Do you understand?” Sanji nodded gratefully, once again unable to find his voice. “Come along then,” she said, attaching his leash for the very last time this week.

The walk back to the castle seemed almost solemn. They both had grown accustomed to taking the walk multiple times a day, and it was hard to think that this would be the last time they would be taking it, conceivably forever. When they arrived at the dungeon, Sanji's heart was beating so madly that he thought he was going to die. Robin noticed as she tied him to the bed, and saw that his face held a large amount of fear. Ironically, his cock had shrunk from the stress he felt. She tenderly put her ear to his chest for a better listen, and looked up at him sweetly. “Relax, my sweet little slave,” she cooed in her kindest voice, “You've done better this week then I had ever imagined you would. You've earned lots of affection. It's my turn to make you happy now, and I've been quite looking forward to it. All you have to do is lay there, I'll take care of you.”

When his pulse had calmed down, Robin gave him a big wet kiss before taking his semi-soft dick into her hand. “Poor baby,” she cooed, before leaning down and taking it into her mouth. Fireworks went off in Sanji's brain as he felt her warm mouth, her tongue flicking all over his cock. He hardened quickly, and she sucked him softly for several seconds before pulling off and giggling at him. “Is all this for me?” she asked coyly as she licked up and down his shaft. When he was hard and slippery enough for her liking, she stood up and stared into his eyes.

“I've decided that for all your hard work, slave,” she announced, “to let you use my butt. I don't want to be bothered with any protection, nor any descendants, so you don't get to feel my vagina this time. I've never given anyone permission to do that before, so I hope you feel honored.” Sanji was over the moon. He would get to penetrate her. He wanted it so badly, but never dared to get his hopes up. Robin saw the hearts in his eyes, so she knew it was time.

Robin turned around and gave him a fantastic view of her tushie as she slowly and seductively removed her bikini bottom. She then crawled on top of him and kissed him deeply. As his wet cock throbbed, it tapped repeatedly against her ass, causing her to chuckle. She lifted up and sat down behind it, and rubbed her labia against it until he began to moan. When she had decided that he had enough, she lifted up and slowly and carefully guided his cock into her puckered anus. She had made sure that it was plenty slippery for her particular anal needs, but still had to take it slow as he was a fair bit bigger than anything she usually stuck up there.

Sanji's brain completely overloaded as she lowered herself onto him. She was so tight. When she began to move up and down, the slow, rhythmic squeeze of her muscles brought him straight to heaven. “I feel your desperate twitching inside me,” she cooed, “but I have more I can do for you if you try to hold back.” Sanji couldn't imagine what more she could possibly do, until she did it. She closed her eyes, crossed her arms, and held them palms up against her shoulders.

Many things happened at once. A finger gently entered his ass and began rubbing his prostate. A hand started petting and caressing his poor full balls. And, most amazingly, two full bodied Robin clones sprouted up, one on each side of the bed. They were both completely naked and bent over at him, almost obscuring his view of the original. “I hope you like it,” one of them said, “I thought you might enjoy it if I put all my skills to use.” His blissfully thrilled face told her all she needed to know, and the clones moved in on him, both alternating between kissing his neck and mouth, occasionally deciding to rub their breasts against his face. Robin, meanwhile, slowly moved up and down on his cock, trying to keep him happy without rushing him to the end.

Try as she might, though, her ass muscles and various other efforts were too powerful for his long-denied dick. When she saw his orgasm approaching. She started bouncing on it like she was born just for that purpose. Right at the end, she sat down and pushed it in as deep as it would possibly go, and started squeezing her ass muscles as quickly as she could. The clones pressed their breasts into his face as he released a loud, primal, lewd shout and began to shoot pump after pump of hot, sticky cum deep inside her. Between every pump, she squeezed it as hard as she could, which seemed to keep him orgasming for over a solid minute. She counted at least eighteen distinct pumps before they slowed to a slow twitch, no longer releasing semen. Sanji looked absolutely brain dead as he lay motionless with drool hanging out of his mouth.

Robin smiled down at him. She found him quite adorable, especially as he lay there, thoroughly defeated, pleasured, and emptied by her tight hole. She diligently squeezed after every twitch and slowly rocked her hips, trying to make his pleasure last as long as she possibly could. Eventually, his thoroughly satisfied cock began to soften, and she was forced to clench or she would spill the large load he had pumped into her. The stimulation on his, now highly sensitive, cock brought him back to reality ever so slightly. Sanji looked up at her and began to cry, blubbering praise at her, thanking her profusely, all the while refusing to move even a muscle.

Robin laughed sweetly at his sleepy but genuine shower of praise. “Are you ready to eat the mess you made?” she asked, a bit of mischief starting to return after her long time spent in sweetheart mode. Sanji nodded lovingly at her, so she dismounted him. When his cock was pulled out, squeezed tightly the whole way, it made his whole body shiver violently. She smiled before turning around and sitting on his face. Smelling her scent woke his brain back up, and he lapped hungrily at her bum hole while he waited. Feeling that he was ready, she pushed the massive load of cum out of her ass and right into his mouth. Sanji swallowed it down effortlessly and continued to eat out her butt for as long as she would let him. She locked up his satisfied cock and then sighed happily as she enjoyed his affection, neither of them could be any more content. When she felt the urge, she turned around and lied on top of his naked body and began to cuddle him, kissing him occasionally despite the strong taste of his cum and her own ass.

After a long time, Robin untied him and they began to pack up everything they had brought down there. They talked freely, trying to ease themselves out of the master/slave mindset. Sanji told her how lucky he felt to have been here with her, and she told him just how lucky she felt that he had walked in on her that day a month ago, and that she had lived out many of her wildest fantasies this week.

One thing still bothered Sanji, and he decided to ask about it as they walked back to the ship.
“Hey Robin?” he asked hesitantly.

“Yes Sanji?” she replied back.

He chose his words carefully, and asked, “You aren't really going to tell Nami about any of this, are you?”

Robin chuckled at his careful tone. “That depends. Are you going to remain my slave, whenever we find the time?”

“Of course!” he replied, no question in his mind.

“Then yes, I will be telling her everything,” she announced. Sanji dropped the box he was holding in surprise.

“But why?” he asked incredulously as he picked up the box, fear in his voice.

Robin chuckled again before explaining, “I'm her Mistress too, whenever she needs it.”

Sanji's jaw dropped so low that he was in danger of dislocating it. “Not nearly to the extent that I am for you,” she continued, amused by his reaction, “She likes having me control and dominate her sometimes, like when she gets stressed or frustrated. Sometimes she is horny and wants to serve me sexually, but sometimes she just wants the stress relief.” He couldn't believe what he was hearing. The thought of them together absolutely blew his mind.

“That being said,” she added thoughtfully, hoping to egg him on further, “Whether it's sex related or not, I always deliver her spankings on her bare bottom.” Right on cue, his cage became tight. “You didn't think I bought all this stuff with only you in mind, did you?” she teasingly asked.

When Sanji finally remembered himself, he asked her, “So you really will tell her? Everything?” before sheepishly adding, “...Even about today?”

Robin chuckled warmly. “Don't worry,” she said reassuringly, “she has to find out sooner or later.”

“Why is that?” he asked, still a bit fearful.

She smiled at him before replying, “Because next time, I'd like all three of us to spend alone time together.”

The ship rocked peacefully in the moonlight. That ship, and its crew, would go on to experience many adventures, and explore bold new places. The crew would continue to love one another as a great big family, but a few choice members would forever jump at any chance to get way from the group.

~~~Keep an eye out for The Gourmet and the Goddess II: Pirates' Booty!!~~~
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