Her body turns

She had splurged and gotten her own room this time in town. Not that Robin was a bad roommate but she just wanted some alone time. Time where she didn’t have to consider another if she wanted to stay up late reading or heaven forbid give herself some attention of a more personal and private nature.

Nami didn’t feel guilty at all. If any of the crew wanted her they knew where she was, just a few doors down from theirs but she had made it clear it had better be a god-damn emergency if they came knocking before morning. Quite privacy was the scarce commodity she was paying for this evening and they had better not waste her money.

She had started the evening by finishing a good book she had been meaning to finish for at least 3 islands now, followed by a nice warm soapy bath. She emerged from the bathroom feeling great and laid her robe on the bed before toweling herself off with the hotels purple embossed fluffy towel. Her eyes flicked to the window as she felt a cool breeze drift across her naked body. Had she left the window open?

She flopped back onto her bed and spread her legs.

A scream was muffled by her own hand. What the hell was happening?! She tried to move off the bed, to remove the hand from her mouth, but they held fast. She commanded her right hand to come to her mouth and help free her other hand and felt a surge of hope as the hand moved seemingly to obey only to trail instead downward first over her chilled nipples, then her smooth stomach, and further down between her legs teasing and toying with her clitoris.

It definitely wasn’t her doing this, even though it had been on the agenda tonight…for one her fingers were clumsier , not seeming to realize the sorts of touches she preferred. In a way it made it frustrating…and incredibly embarrassing, she was becoming wet and aroused manhandling herself as a stranger might.

Her cries of frustration were being replaced by panting moans and the chill across her naked flesh was replaced by flashes of heat, sweat, and a growing desire for relief. The panic washing through her just seemed to intensify the stimulation she was giving herself.

She felt eyes on her from across the room but couldn’t force her head over to look. Her cheeks burned. Even though she was sure, no positive, whatever what happening was his doing her skin still had doubts deciding to flame in shame at her continued lustful and apparent enthusiasm despite being watched.

The hand in her mouth left it’s home there and began to harshly twist her own nipples. She yelped in pain and cursed as the relief that coursed through them brought a tingly pleasure.

“Who?” She moaned out. Why was what she really wanted to know but she could guess.

“Just a little visit from an interested party…” a strange mascaline laugh echoed across the room. “Bellamy was a disgrace on Jaya but he did tell me a little bit about the strawhat crew. Just wanted to see what the red headed navigator was worth my time.”

Nami cried out again as a nipple was twisted harshly under her own fingers.

“I do like the way you scream. I have a stake in a slave auction house…I bet you would do really well there.”

She moaned as the terror of his words were in direct conflict with the urgent pleasure she received as her speedy fingers surged in her.

The laugh came again.

She pulled a nipple between her own teeth and began to nip, lick, and gnaw on it. She screwed her eyes shut as the fingers in her seemingly brought her to the brink of orgasm and danced away.

“Please…stop, let me go!”

“You want to cum? I need to be in you for that, but I guess I can oblige you…”

“No! That’s not!” But her eyes forced themselves closed and she cursed as she felt the invading mans hands on her. Her hand falling away from her sex into his mouth as he sensually sucked on it, tasting her.

She was about to raped. She needed help now. If she didn’t…her mind reeled…she would be tortured by the memory. Of not fighting with all she had, being weak and giving in to some asshole villains pleasure.

She screamed. Loudly.

“You know I do like that scream but that might be more inconvient for you than you realize. Maybe Robin will come save you and we can have some real fun. Or maybe one of your male crew could have the experience of harshly violating you, bet they’d hate having to live with that memory. So fun.”

She cried as his words slammed into him. What had she just done? She had just endangered the whole crew!

And yet her body was still racked with pleasure hovering over the edge of orgasm as one of her hands had reappeared there and began working at a fever pitch since she had screamed.

She turned over and got on her hands and knees facing away from the door. The man ran both hands through her wetness and out over her thighs and ass. She shivered in pleasure, anticipation, and dread all at once.

The knock on the door made a lump in her throat freeze.

“Nami-swan? I know you said not to disturb you…but…I heard a scream.”

Sanji. Of course it would be him that came.

A tip of her captors cock entered her barely and she moaned in spite of herself.

“Nami-swan? Are you okay?” the concern in his voice was heart breaking. If the man followed through with his threat and had Sanji of all people rape her…he wouldn’t survive.

Her eyes were allowed open and she moved her mouth to speak but her diaphragm and tongue didn’t co-operate.

To her horror, her captor withdrew the teasing tip and went to the door. Now that she wanted to close her eyes, she found herself unable. She panted slightly and realized in a hot terror that the Sanji-kun would see her naked with a strange man, on her hands and knees, panting in pleasure as her fingers danced on her clitoris. She found her neck straining over her shoulder, looking beyond her vulnerable exposed ass and the asshole who put her in this position as the door opened.