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Nico Robin was no stranger to being put in degrading situations.
During her time jumping between crews, she had been forced into performing humiliating acts to stay alive. She’d had others force themselves on her. She tortured in both some of the most painful and sensual ways imaginable. But she had endured them all for the sake of survival.
And today, she would endure it yet again.
She had heard about the Heart Pirates, as well as their infamous Captain. The Surgeon Of Death Trafalgar Law, had grown quite a reputation since debuting as one of the most powerful rookies of the worst generation. And the way he had earned himself a spot as one of the Seven Warlords was just as bone chilling of a story.
But she had crossed plenty of pirates with terrible reputations, and she had come out of each scenario alive. Even now as she hung suspended against the wall, toes just barely able to touch the ground, she kept a cool and calm expression on her face.
With her hands shackled above her head, she made for quite a vulnerable sight. And though she kept her expression even, she couldn’t stop her body’s shivering from the cold weather. The half of Punk Hazard she had been captured was freezing, and even now that she was inside she still couldn’t help but note the chill in the air.
Of course her lack of clothing certainly contributed to that.
She had been striped naked, and the rest of the crew looked over her lustfully. The cold had made her nipples stuff, and the shivering was causing her breasts to jiggle ever so slightly. Every time she took in a breath, they bounced, and the crew let out a loud sigh of amazement.
“Hot damn, they’re huge…” Penguin said, practically drooling. “Do you think the captain would mind if-”
“Don’t touch her,” Ikkaku said, grabbing her crewmate by the ear. “The captain said he’d deal with her himself. So keep your heads in your pants and your hands to yourselves until he gets here.” Bunch of pigs. They see one naked strung up woman and turn into completel animals.
They never got like that over her…
As if on cue, the door opened, and everyone whipped their heads around as Law made his way into the room. His eyes immediately found their way to Nico Robin, who looked up to meet his gaze. “Nico Robin…” he said, not believing he had actually gotten his hands on her.
Fate was really on his side today. Not only had his crew managed to apprehend her, but they’d done so without Clown or Monet finding out. If they had, he had no doubt Doflamingo would have been here by now. Or at the very least one of his subordinates.
The Devil Child was a valuable asset to almost any pirate crew. She was one of the only people in the world able to read poneglyphs after all. A crew that had her in their ranks would be able to find their way to Laugh Tale, provided they were able to get their hands on the Road Poneglyphs anyway.
And Law very much intended to get his hands on them, eventually.
Taking down Doflamingo was not the end of his ambitions. He intended to uncover the history the World Government was hellbent on hiding. And to do that he would need someone like her.
“Trafalgar Law…” Robin said, smiling back at him. “I’m honored to be in the presence of one of the Seven Warlords of the sea. Though I had hoped you’d show a tad more hospitality. Would it be rude of me to request some clothes? Or maybe a cup of something warm to drink?”
Law just continued to walk towards her, holding up his hand.
“Mes.”
Robin’s eyes went wide as she felt the effects of a certain devil fruit being used on her, and suddenly she found herself staring at what she could only assume to be her own beating heart. Looking to prove that it was indeed hers, Law gave it a slight squeeze, causing her to wince. It wasn’t hard enough to actually hurt, but certainly enough to get the message across.
“Bepo, take this back to the ship and lock it up tight. Don’t let anyone see you. If someone does end up asking, tell them it belongs to one of the other intruders we came across,” he ordered, handing it off carefully to the Mink.
“Aye! Captain!”
Bepo turned and hurried off towards the ship, while Law turned back to Robin. “Your days of jumping from crew to crew are over now, Nico Robin. You belong to us now,” he said simply. “We already have a copy of the Road Poneglyph from Fishman Island, which you will translate. And when we get the others, you’ll translate those as well.”
Robin hummed. She wasn’t really all that surprised that he wanted her as a simple translator. It hadn’t been the first time she had been recruited or abducted with it in mind. But he was certainly quick to get to the point. “Well, I’m still technically part of a crew at the moment. But if you’d like to negotiate-”
“We’re not negotiating anything. This isn’t a request or an offer. This is just how it is now. If you cooperate with us you’ll be allowed certain freedoms. If you try anything or defy us even a little… well, you’re going to regret it.”
Robin raised an eyebrow. “That doesn’t sound very beneficial to me? Don’t you think this arrangement would work out better if you gave me some inclination to stay?”
Law began to approach her, raising his hand. Robin silently braced herself for what she was sure would be a long and length torture session. But Law instead pressed a hand against her stomach. “Increase…” Robin looked confused for a moment, but then her eyes went wide as she felt a wave of stimulation wash over her.
Her body jerked as she felt her nipples somehow grow even harder, and her lower lips began to throb, quickly moistening up. She bawled her fists up, trying to adjust to the sudden and strong sensations rippling across her being. “W-what did…?”
Law raised his hand and then flicked one of her nipples with his finger, making her gasp. “I’ve raised your body’s sensitivity to its absolute peak. Specifically your sense of pleasure,” he said, giving her other nipple a flick.
Robin couldn’t bite back another gasp. This… this was new. Not having her body toyed with. That was something she had already mentally prepared herself for. But in this state, it wouldn’t be something she’d be able to power through as she normally did. This was going to prove more than a little difficult.
“I’m sure you’ve endured all number of torture methods, having your body volated included. But I think you’re going to find today a little more interesting than those other experiences,” he said. “I’m not actually going to torture you, so you can at least be relieved about that. However, I have to make sure that I’m not dealing with damaged goods. So I’ll be performing a little checkup on you…”
Robin tried to steady her breath, the cold affecting her even more than before. Even the slightest of breezes caused a throng of sensual chills to course through her. And being as exposed as she was wasn’t helping. She was strapped into a gyno chair, her legs spread and completely revealing her sex, while her hands were at either side of her head. She shivered, the cold air causing her nipples to harden while the breeze pricked her pussy teasingly.
Law stood a few feet away, adjusting all the medical tools on his tray. She didn’t see anything that would actually be used for torture. Just basic little things used for poking and prodding during a physical check up. But with her body in this state, she had no doubt that even the slightest of touches would drive her wild.
Law turned around, holding a small flashlight. “Stay still unless I specifically tell you to move. If you make a fuss, you’ll be punished,” he said, reaching down and cupping her chin. The very touch of his hands made Robin winced, and she was unable to bite back a moan. “So, you are still just a woman after all. A capable woman, but a woman nonetheless.”
If Robin even wanted to respond, she didn’t seem capable of it. She simply continued to try and hold back moans and grunts as Law turned her head from side to side, looking over her carefully. Her eyes were hazy, but given her state that was to be expected. He looked into her ears, and then tilted her chin up. “Open your mouth…”
Robin moaned. “I… I need a moment…” Even just him moving her head around was becoming too much for her. Her whole body felt ready to explode. Law’s response was to reach down and give one of her nipples a hard pinch. “GAH!!!” She cried out, arching her back as Law continued to pinch down. “S-stop!”
“When I give you an order, you follow it. Is that understood?”
“Mm! I-I can’t take it!”
“Is that understood?” Law asked again.
“Y-yes! I understand!”
Law finally let go, and Robin gasped for air. In reality he hadn’t pinched her all that hard, but he might as well have been putting clamps on her for as much as she felt it. When she finally calmed down a bit, Law cupped her chin again. “Open your mouth…” This time Robin barely hesitated, opening her mouth so he could look inside.
Her tongue hung out as her breasts heaved up and down, and with her eyes still hazy the usual calm and collected woman appeared rather lewd. Law couldn’t help but smirk slightly, finding it amusing how much she had seemed to lose her composure. After he finished examining her mouth, he moved down to her torso.
Robin locked up as his hand gently grabbed her breasts, beginning to fondle them. “Ugh… Trafalgar, d-don’t touch me there…” Robin moaned out. She was ignored of course, and Law continued to run his fingers over her bountiful boobs. Her nipples was stiff, from both a mix of the cold and intense arousal.
He rubbed them between his fingers, not pinching down nearly as hard as before, but still causing her to jerk and moan out. She pulled against the restraints holding her down in the chair as he tugged lightly on them. “I’ll touch you anywhere I please, Nico-ya. You’re mine now. Don’t forget that.” He continued to pull on them for a bit, and then went back to squeezing and rubbing them.
He didn’t think of himself as someone who gave in to his baser instincts. He was smart enough not to lose his composure over a nice pair of legs and a firm pair of tits. But he’d be lying if he said that he didn’t enjoy the feel of her breasts. His fingers sunk into the mounds like they were made of dough. And seeing her squirm and make such erotic noises as his touch was pleasing him as well.
After a few minutes, he began moving down to the rest of her body, looking over her mid section carefully, and then stopping between her legs. The moment he put a hand on her inner thigh, Robin squeezed her eyes shut. All of his poking and prodding had riled her up. The arousal built up in her felt unbearable.
She had no doubt it would take very little for him to push her over the edge.
“Already soaking wet,” Law said, watching the bit of her juices slowly dripped down onto the floor. “I didn’t expect you to be making such a mess before I even got to this area.”
He turned around to pick something else up, and when he turned back Robin felt a pang of worry. This had not been the first time she had been in this situation. Many other pirates or bounty hunters had viewed her as ‘goods’, and given her similar physicals to this one. Not in this state mind you, but still.
So when she saw the speculum, she knew exactly what she was in for. “Don’t-”
“Shambles.”
“Mmm…”
Robin suddenly found herself unable to speak, and it didn’t take her long to register the sadly familiar feeling of a ball gag in her mouth. She moaned through it as Law approached her, and her face paled as he took a seat on the stool before her. “Tried not to move too much…” he said, lining the speculum up.
The moment it made contact, Robin’s eyes went wide. She threw her head back and let out a loud moan, her fists clenched as Law slowly and carefully inserted it inside of her.
“Mmm! Mhm! Mmmm!”
She thrashed about, but her restraints kept her still enough that Law didn’t have to fret of her injuring herself against the speculum. As it entered deeper, he noticed more and more moisture growing around her pussy. He let out a chuckle, and then reached down to grab the knob, turning it.
“MMMMMM!!!”
Robin screamed her lungs out through her gag as the cold stainless steel curelly pried the lips of her pussy apart. Her breasts bounced up and down as she continued to struggle, her toes curling. Her body felt a frantic pulse of torturous pleasure while her mind was taken over in a haze.
As Law kept spreading her lower lips farther and farther apart, Robin felt as though she was going to be split apart. But after an agonizing few moments, the captain finally seemed satisfied and stopped. Robin continued to cry out as Law leaned down and shined a light onto her pussy.
Her lips quivered, and Law let out a hum. “Nice and healthy… and moist,” he said. He poked a finger inside, and Robin screamed out again. “I’ll consider this check up complete. Though I do need to prescribe something…” Robin was still too stirred up to notice him reaching into his jacket.
He pulled out a small vile, which held a little green liquid. He opened it up, and with how spread open her pussy was he was able to pour it in easily. Robin squealed when she felt the cold liquid flowing into her, and a few moments later her body somehow began to feel even hotter.
“MMMMMM!!!”
Law smirked. “A little aphrodisiac. Enjoy.”
With that, he got up and began to leave.
Robin looked after him, screaming for him to come back. He couldn’t seriously plan on leaving her like this, was he? The riling up had been bad enough, but she assumed eventually he would have his way with her so at the very least she’d be able to find release. With the collar keeping her from using her powers, and her limbs bound, she didn’t have a chance at pleasuring herself.
She wiggled around, trying her best to keep herself together. But each passing second made her feel like her mind was slipping away. How long had it been since she was like this? Since she was rattled? Since she was… afraid?
“Mmmmm…”
“Have a nice nap, Nico-ya?”
Robin slowly opened her eyes, taking a few moments to take in her surroundings. She appeared to be on… a bed. She looked down at herself. She was still naked, save for the sea stone collar around her neck. And there was a small chain attached to it, binding her to the headboard. She looked over her shoulder and saw Law sitting on the edge of the bed, looking down at a book.
“You passed out from exhaustion,” Law explained. “I undid my power on you, and the aphrodisiac has worn off.”
Robin hummed. That made sense. The last thing she remembered was praying someone could come in and satisfy her. And her body didn’t feel nearly as sensitive as before. Though she still had a burning longing between her legs. “May I sit up, Trafalgar-Sama?” she asked.
Law narrowed his eyes. “Are you mocking me?” he asked.
Robin smiled. “Not at all. I’m simply asking for permission to move,” she said. “I can’t remember the last time a man brought me to heel like that. I’m quite scared of going through it again. I don’t want to risk doing anything that would risk upsetting you.” Though her tone was even, she was being completely honest.
The captain hummed, and then turned around and signaled for her to come. Robin got on her hands and knees, and then crawled towards him. When she got close enough, he grabbed her up and pulled her into his lap. “If you think I’m going to let my guard down because you’re pretending to be a good girl now, you’ve got things wrong, Nico-ya.”
His hands moved, one of them grabbed her breasts, and the other made its way between her legs. She let out a gasp, but didn’t resist him. She both wanted and needed this right now. “It’s not that…” she said, moving her hips forward to guide his fingers in deeper. “I’m a survivor. And right now surviving means obeying you.”
She reached up and gently caressed his cheek, giving him a peck. “At least until the next person came along and whisked me away, I’m yours to do with as you please,” she said, leaning up and kissing him again. This was just another crew she’d have to survive on. Granted, the man running it had the power to drive her body absolutely mad. But there was a certain thrill in that.
Law grunted, giving her nipple a pinch. “There won’t be anyone else after me. You’re mine and mine alone until I find the One Piece,” he said, pressing his lips against hers. His finger poked even deeper inside of her, and Robin moaned in pleasure. With how riled up she’d already been, she was ready to cum at any moment.
This moment in fact…
“Ugh!”
She let out another moan as she came, her juices spilling from between her legs and onto the floor. Law’s pants leg and the bed sheets beneath her were absolutely drenched, though she kept going until every last drop was spent. When she finally had finished, she struggled to catch her breath.
Law looked down at his pants, and then at her. “You came on me…”
“Please forgive me, Trafalgar-sama…”
“No. You’ll be punished later.”
“Of course, Trafalgar-sama.”
She hoped her ‘punishment’ wouldn’t be anything like earlier. She would have to get a gauge on just how severe he was going to be with her. Maybe he would spank her. She hadn’t been properly spanked in a while. She leaned her head against his chest, feeling herself becoming exhausted again already.
The rush of being pushed to the very edge. The uncertainty of what her new captor had in store for her. She hasn’t felt this way in quite a while…