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Chapter 13 - Robin 8

deal with the devil – Part 5

The morning arrived with a pleasant softness – the sea was quiet and the wind could only muster a gentle breeze. Nami was fast asleep in her bed, covered by the fluffiest of duvets. Her body had gone through quite the ordeal thanks to her lover's torturous antics and was rather sore as a result. Robin, on the other hand, was already awake and was reading a book just a couple of feet away from the bed.

Robin chuckled softly as she glanced up from her book and noticed the rather large tent that had recently formed on the duvet. No matter how hard she drove Nami to the point of exhaustion, her frisky member never seemed satisfied; it was quite impressive, regardless of her young age. To be fair, though, it was rarely allowed sufficient ejaculations to sate its ravenous needs. After a couple of seconds admiring the towering attraction, Robin's eyes went back to her book as she flipped to the next page. She contemplated waking her darling toy with a wet and sloppy blowjob, but decided not to as she kind of preferred it in its erect form.

Outside their room the rest of the crew ran about on the deck, shooting each other with water-guns and causing a major ruckus. They had been at it all morning and were currently killing some time until their next meal. Robin would've joined them if she didn't have more important matters to attend to. Fun as it might've been causing a few "accidental" erections by wearing a thin, white top and getting it all wet and see-through, Nami and reading had a much higher priority.

A couple of hours passed and Robin continued to watch over Nami as she read her book. She had noticed a few awkward movements coming from the bed now and then, but nothing quite out of the ordinary. In fact, Robin would find it much more uncommon for Nami not to move while sleeping, or, more truthfully, humping while sleeping. She must be having some rather pleasant dreams, Robin thought. Her testicles must have restocked already.

As time continued to pass, Nami's occasional humps became a lot more energetic, and far more frequent, which turned her breathing into soft, perverted grunts. Robin found it hard to concentrate on her book with such an enticing display in front of her. She had always been proud of her strong sense of self-control, but ever since she first sprouted her massive cock and balls, that ability had been deteriorating rapidly. There was also something about Nami, in general, which drove Robin absolutely wild with lust. Whenever that little, orange-haired slut was around, all Robin wanted to do was to tease and fuck its little brains out.

Robin stood up from her chair, placed the book on the table and walked over to the bed. She sat down on the edge and stroked the navigator's hair: Nami seemed to calm down as the fingers gently massaged her scalp. Even as her frisky humping had quickly come to an end, her cock retained its erect form and refused to go down. Robin bit down on her lower lip, keeping her desires to torture her toy in check – her promise needed to be upheld after all.

As Nami slept, Robin explored all the different things she would do to her once their deal was over. She didn't really care what sort of devilish idea Nami had in store for her, all Robin knew was that she couldn't wait for her turn. Every single night they shared, ever moment of pure, sexual bliss was a step closer to turning Nami into the perfect slave. Robin would be lying if she didn't feel the slightest tingle of guilt for her wicked and sadistic plans – pushing her toy to, and beyond, her limits over and over, never quite letting her completely empty her bloated cum-sack was really exhausting for poor Nami. Robin chuckled softly, smiling proudly at the slumbering girl. But you love every single second of it.

Robin stared at the wonderful tent, imagining the throbbing cock hiding beneath it. Her left hand tingled slightly, as if urging her towards the thing she so desperately craved. A subtle moan escaped her lips, how could she possibly stand to ignore such a wonderful thing? Even as she inched closer to it, her mind demanded obedience, obedience which Robin no longer possessed. She had delved far too deep into the rabbit-hole; she just had to touch it.

Just as she was about to reach her goal, the navigator opened her groggy eyes and looked up at the fuzzy, black blob beside her. "Mmmmmm!" Nami stretched beneath the duvet before reappearing with a bit more clarity. "Good morning, Robin!"

"Good morning, Nami." Robin returned the smile she was given. Her hand had stopped just short of the navigator's cock and rested neatly on top of Nami's duvet-covered stomach. "I hope you slept well?"

"You bet!" she grinned. "Who wouldn't have a night like that?"

"Parts of you suggest otherwise." Robin pointed towards the towering bulge.

"Haha…" Nami laughed nervously. "That thing has a mind of its own. How you are able to control yours is beyond my understanding."

"Perhaps it has grown spoilt and in dire need of an extended ejaculation ban?" Robin teased. "Just to teach it some proper manners…"

As those words entered Nami's ears, she could feel her cock twitch in excitement. "Haha! I doubt I'd be able to survive something like that."

"Fufufu…" Robin paused briefly. "Maybe it would be easier if you did not have a choice?"

"Knowing you, I doubt I'd even get a choice in this matter! I'd be willing to give it a go, though, but not until you've upheld your end of the deal." Nami's face turned more sinister, almost rivaling that of her frisky, raven-haired counterpart.

"And what would you have me do, mistress?" Robin bowed jokingly. "Maybe you would like to return the favor from yesterday?"

"Nothing so crude, no." Nami sat up on the bed. "All you have to do is wear whatever I tell you to, for a whole month!" Silence swept across the room as Nami ended her sentence with a glorious and triumphant grin.

Robin wasn't sure how to respond to that. "You want to decide what I wear for a month?" She asked, just to clarify that she hadn't gone completely mental.

"Yup!" Nami quickly replied, seemingly ecstatic of the idea.

Robin's jaw dropped, just slightly, as the words sunk into her brain. The lack of specifications in regards to what she would wear gave Nami a tremendous freedom and power. She didn't simply state that she wanted to pick what clothes for her to wear, but what to wear in general. That implied almost everything one could think of; everything from clothes, an untold amount of items, random pieces of cloth, varied assortments of materials and to nothing at all. As Robin calmed down and regained her composure, the girl in front of her chuckled happily, clearly amused by the reaction she had invoked. Thinking back, Robin would have done well to restrict their deal to prevent this from happening; she had clearly underestimated her lover.

"Fine. As you wish." Robin couldn't deny Nami this right; she had accepted the deal fair and square.

"Yes! Haha! This is going to be so much fun, Robin!" Nami cheered, lunging towards the defeated archaeologist and embraced her with a hug.

"A deal is a deal, after all." Robin smiled and returned the hug.

"Oh, that reminds me! I have to see Franky for some things!"

Nami tossed the duvet aside and sprung up off the bed and wobbled, rather awkwardly, towards her wardrobe for some clothes. Robin stared as Nami strutted forward and unintentionally presenting all her lovely goods for her to enjoy. As per usual, it took Nami a couple of minutes to just decide what to wear, but she ultimately found a couple of items and hurried them on. Standing in the middle of the room, wearing only a small bikini top and a short skirt, Nami chuckled as she spun around. "I hope it's not too noticeable?" Robin grinned as she stared at the massive cock standing straight out from between Nami's legs. The skirt in question usually did the job in hiding her endowment fairly well, but that was only true when the cock was flaccid. "What is?" she replied, causing both of them to laugh out loud.

"Seriously, though, I need to do something about this."

"If you changed your mind about our deal, I would gladly help you with that…" Robin suggested.

"And lose out on all the fun I'll be having with you? Forget it, Robin!"

"It was worth a shot."

"I guess I'll just pick something less revealing."

"Scared that the boys will make fun of you?" Robin joked.

"As if they would even consider doing something that mean."

"Exactly; so what is the harm in showing a little bit more skin than you normally do. After all, we are practically naked most of the time." Robin crossed her legs, giving Nami a moment to contemplate what was being said. "I think you are too scared to try."

"I'm not scared!" Nami replied. "And I'll prove it to you."

"Fufufu, by all means."

Filled with determination, Nami held her head high and walked towards the door, doing her best to ignore the mocking gaze from her smug partner. Just as she reached out to turn the handle, however, doubt began to fill her head. She was frozen in place, not having realized that everyone could be waiting outside the door. Robin remained seated on the bed, smiling at the hesitating girl – things surely couldn't get much better than this.

Not wanting to lose, Nami steeled her heart and flung the door open with all the strength she could muster. Having closed her eyes, Nami slowly opened one of them and peaked outside. She saw nothing. She looked to the left and then to the right, but no one was around. With a single step, Nami walked outside into the sunlight and let out a bit sigh of relief. How lucky can you get!? she thought. With an invigorated bravery, Nami stepped forward, planting her feet outside of her room and rejoiced; nothing could stop her now!

Once outside, Nami's intuition sparked to life and she instantly crouched to make herself appear as small as she could – something wasn't right. Her ears twitched momentarily, as if having detected something her eyes had yet to spot. Was that snoring? she thought, crawling towards the guardrail and peered over the edge. Below her, sleeping in a sitting-position, on the bench surrounding the main mast, was Zoro.

Shit! Spoke too soon… Of course that idiot has to be right where I have to go! Nami cursed silently.

Right… I just have to go down the stairs, sneak past Zoro, open the hatch without waking him up, climb down the ladder and hope to god that no one is down there besides Franky. The chances of her plan being completed without being spotted by the others, especially Sanji and Luffy, were incredibly slim. To make things even worse, her adamant erection refused to settle – it made it impossible to hide anything below her groin – everything was on perfect display.

As Nami crept forward and began her descent down the stairs, at a snail's pace, she noticed just how heavy her privates actually were, as they bounced quite merrily with each step she took. If only Robin would let me cum like normal, then I wouldn't have to be so fucking horny all the time… she muttered. Nami was speaking the truth; Robin intentionally did it to keep her aroused for the majority of the time. But the biggest reason as to why it proved so effective was because Nami was a complete masochist and couldn't get enough of the boiling frustrating that was ever present in her groin. Complaining just made the situation a lot more bearable.

After what seemed like an eternity, Nami was just about to reach the grassy deck when a couple of loud footsteps appeared behind her. She lunged down the remaining steps and pressed her cock against the thick, wooden baluster at the end of the staircase, hoping it would provide sufficient cover for whatever danger had arrived. Fortunately for her, it was just Robin who had come out to check up on her. Unfortunately, her intentions were all but kind – the usual, wicked grin creeping along her smug face. Nami swallowed and prepared for the worst.

"Not gotten very far I see." Robin smirked, tracing a glance at the sleeping swordsman before returning to Nami and her obvious, not-so-hidden growth.

"It's going just fine, thank you." Nami calmly replied, not wanting Robin to know just how much she had scared her.

Ignoring the subtle snicker, and the perverted woman producing it, Nami let go of the baluster and hurried off to the hatch in the middle of the deck. She fought the urge to cover up as she moved in front of the sleeping swordsman, fearing the obvious. The hatch was never locked but, regardless, Nami was still expecting it to be, it would only make sense that something horrible would go wrong in a situation like this. Luckily for her, her paranoia was proven wrong as the hatch opened without a single problem. Nami cheered victoriously and instantly regretted her spontaneous and thoughtless action.

With her heart full of fear, Nami turned her head and stared towards the only obstacle in her path, besides Robin. The swordsman sat, leaning against the main mast and continued to sleep and snored happily without a single clue as to what was going on. Nami sighed and calmed down, allowing her tensed-up muscles to relax. Not wanting to waste any more precious time, she began climbing down the ladder with haste. Then, out of nowhere, she came to a complete halt after only managed to get a little over three quarters of her body out of sight, and down the hole.

With pleading eyes, she looked up at the woman standing a floor above her, hoping that it would be a simple prank. Obviously, Robin would never settle with such a simple tease when presented with such a delicious opportunity. She smiled back, genuinely, and quickly grabbed hold of Nami with her summoned limbs, forcing the skirt off her waist and letting it fall to the room below before spreading her legs and securing her arms behind her back. With a gentle push from behind, Robin angled Nami's rear so that her cock aimed straight up into the air.

Robin raised a finger and held it against her mouth, signaling Nami to remain quiet. A second later, Nami could feel a warm hand wrapping around her cock and a slick, wet tongue gently gliding over the tip. Not only that, another hand grabbed her testicles from below and immediately began to massage the bloated nuts. A third, final hand, covered in tongues, appeared and reached towards her moist pussy and slowly pressed the wriggling limbs against her lips.

Nami's body twitched as the sudden rush of pleasure shot through her. She tried to keep her cool, to remain calm, but strength of the sudden attack proved too much. There was no conceivable way for her to hide the sensations being forced upon her. All she could do was to let Robin have her fun, and pray that the man in front of her did not wake up. Depending on the whims of her devilish lover, she could be stuck there all day for all she knew.

The communication between the two women was brief and subtle. Nami spent most of her time holding back the urge to moan her heart out while sending a couple of pouts towards smug pervert above her, whilst said pervert only replied with simple smiles. To Robin, Nami's adorable expressions might just as well be extra, tasty topping on an already deliciously lewd and depraved cake. It was simply one of the many reasons why Nami had such an impact on Robin's sadistic characteristics – she was clearly begging to be teased and toyed with.

Nami gritted her teeth and pulled at the hands securing her body in place, hoping to achieve that which she had never managed before, to get free. She knew it was folly to even attempt to escape Robin's power, but it had become a habit, fueled primarily by her instincts as Robin's cute plaything. Whenever her self-proclaimed mistress hungered for dominance, Nami usually responded with great enthusiasm and glee. Then there were moments like these, where her excitement balanced along with fears and uncertainty – a truly intoxicating mixture of emotions.

After a couple of minutes of light teasing, Nami could feel the wriggling tongues begin to grow and enter her tight pussy, climbing up her walls until they filled every nook and cranny. The singular tongue, teasing her sensitive cock-head, had been replaced with a clone of Robin's head, sticking out from the wall in front of her. Not only that, the hand around her throbbing member had tightened and was stroking her length in rhythm with the clone's blowjob. Together, along with the playful hand fondling her aching testicles, the head and limbs slowly pushed Nami towards ecstasy.

Even though her orgasm was far from reachable, Nami could still feel it crawling towards her, edging closer and closer as Robin played with her. The addition of Zoro had forced Nami's senses into an elevated state, purely out of the excitement and fear of being caught. She had to be prepared for anything, just in case she was found out. The problem lead to her being far more sensitive towards Robin's teasing, and while Robin wasn't doing all that much, Nami perceived it completely different. The slightest, softest suckle felt as if it could drain her balls within seconds; the fact that it didn't was probably the most frustrating thing about it.

"Aah…" Nami moaned, no longer able to keep it inside of her.

"Good girl, just submit and enjoy…" Robin whispered to herself.

With heavy and rugged breathing, Nami felt how Robin worked her magic. It was both a blessing and a curse being in the focus of someone like her. While her lover's ability kept her advancing towards an orgasm, Robin would pause with regular intervals, keeping the orgasm away from Nami for as long as she could. If she was pushed forward by two steps, those infernal pauses pulled her back another step. Over and over, continuously enduring the strenuous pushing and pulling of the orgasm she so desperately craved, Nami groaned and begged for even the tiniest trickle of mercy.

Robin watched as she continued to tease the poor girl, silently deciding what sort of fate should befall her wonderful toy. She could sense that Nami was getting quite close; it wasn't that hard to tell, she had done it so many times already that it was like reading a book. Would she let her cum to her hearts content? Maybe she would wake Zoro up, just so she could explode in front of him? So many wonderful choices, yet only one can be chosen… she muttered.

Then, suddenly, completely out of the blue, the door to the kitchen swung open and out came a fairly energetic cook, shouting at the top of his lungs. "Dinner time!" Just after announcing the crew's third meal for the day, sixth if you include Luffy, Sanji noticed the two girls that had been missing for most of the day. With an elated squeal, he leapt into the air and rushed towards Nami like a tornado, stopping only to land a kick on Zoro's sleeping face.

"Nami-swan, Robin-chwaaaan! You have no idea how much I've missed you two!" His foot was still buried inside Zoro's cheek.

"What the fuck do you think you're doing, curly-cook?!" Zoro roared, sending a punch at Sanji who easily dodged backwards.

"Shitty manners must be corrected; sleeping like a complete oaf in front of Nami-swan… HOW DARE YOU!?"

"Manners!? Says the guy kicking someone who's asleep, IN THE FACE!"

Amidst the arduous bickering between Zoro and Sanji, Robin was still having her way with the poor navigator. Her heart raced as they stood just a couple of feet from Nami who did her best to pretend that nothing was going on. She was doing incredibly well for someone who was about to blow their entire load in front of her oblivious friends. Curious as to how strong Nami's determination was, Robin decided to increase the pressure, just a tiny bit more.

Nami jumped and nearly let out the lewdest of gasps but, somehow, managed to hold her tongue as the pleasure crackled through her body like a bolt of lightning. She kept her face stiff and lifeless, even as every fiber of her muscles ached and screamed for movement. It was an unbearable balance to divert all her energy to both controlling her facial expression, and thwarting the inevitable monster of an orgasm heading her way. Nami knew that she couldn't hold out for ever, but all she needed to do was last until the two had disappeared – easier said than done.

"Just get inside and eat you meal, damn it…" Sanji snarled.

"Whatever. Kick me again, though, and I'll slice you up along with that massive pole you keep shoved up your ass." Zoro growled in retort.

"My humblest apologies, my lovely ladies, for having you witness such an unfortunate and barbaric confrontation; so please, let my cuisine redeem this shitty moss-head's shitty flaws!" Sanji paused, stealing a glance at a flustered, sweating and awkwardly smiling Nami. "Aaah! What's wrong, Nami!? Do you have a fever!?" Sanji asked as he walked towards her

"N-No, no, I mean YES…" Nami yelped with shaky lips; the pressure was increasing at an alarming pace. "Stay w-where you a-are! Don't want you to catch whatever this is, hahahaha!"

Her nervous laughter wasn't very convincing, but luckily for her, Sanji was the most gullible person on the ship when it came to Nami and Robin. Despite being on the verge of cumming, Nami managed to keep the boiling load inside her throbbing testicles and blamed her sudden, load moans on her "unfortunate illness". Even though this alarmed Sanji greatly, it gave sufficient credit to her story, so much so that she actually got him to back off, as long as she promised to have Chopper take a look at her later. As he walked back to his kitchen, Robin, determined to see a firework of semen, sped up her assault to the best of her ability.

"That's right, if it's not too much to ask, hehe." Sanji paused, chuckling like a complete dork. "Could Robin-Chwan maybe tell the rest that the food is ready? I don't think the rest heard me, and I don't want to my kitchen unattended…"

"Y-Yes, yes!" Nami gasped, having just been pushed over the edge.

"Perhaps I should bring…"

"JUST GO!" Nami roared, feeling the orgasm ignite within her.

"Aye, Aye, Siiir!" Sanji quickly darted into to his kitchen, not wanting to invoke Nami's wrath.

Just as he turned his back towards them, with one foot inside the kitchen, a pair of hands appeared behind Nami's head and wrapped over her mouth, silencing any unfortunate noise produced by her toy. Nami grunted at the top of her lungs, into Robin's soft hands, as her drenched cunt exploded in euphoria, sending shockwaves of pleasure throughout every inch of her body. Her balls tensed up and pulled hard into her groin and, at the same time, the hand and clone around her cock vanished without a trace.

Grasping desperately for her throbbing and pulsating cock, Nami gritted her teeth as the vast amount of semen rushed up and through her shaft and exploded into the sky. Robin's eyes widened, observing the spectacle that appeared in front of her. Even though she had deliberately ruined Nami's orgasm, giving her no stimulation after pushing her over the edge, her wonderful toy was still firing its cum several feet into the air, almost reaching the same height as the floor she stood on.

Tears ran down Nami's cheeks and over the muffling hands as she frantically reached for her screaming member. Her entire body was shaking and trembling as her failed orgasm continued to ravage her body, begging her for any form of stimulation. Her cock and balls pumped hard and fast, regardless of the lack of attention. The ropes of cum were so thick that it made it very easy to count each and every one of her shots. Of course, each load fired into the air had to come down, which was precisely what it did. Only moments after their agonizing release, the heavy, boiling loads fell down towards Nami and splattered all over her head, chest, thighs and cock.

Even though Sanji had been present during the first four shots of semen, he hadn't noticed a single thing. He had left the door open behind him, though, so the possibility of someone peeking out was still apparent. Neither Robin nor Nami knew how many of them were already in the kitchen or how many were on their way. Luffy, Chopper, Franky, Usopp and Brook were still unaccounted for, and the girls were far too preoccupied to care who they could hear from the kitchen.

Finally, after her cock had settled down after the involuntary eruption, Nami felt her body relax. Her member was still throbbing like crazy; ruined orgasms brought her no real relief after all, thus it was unlikely for it to settle anytime soon. The same, aching and frustrating need was still present in the entirety of her pulsating length and in her slightly-less, bloated balls – she loved every second of it though. Robin had trained her to managed weeks without proper ejaculations and, as a result, Nami had grown extremely fond, almost addicted, of these incomplete orgasms and Robin's harsh treatment.

Nami inhaled deeply as the hands over her mouth disappeared; her pussy was still cumming, even if the explosions were small, to the point of being almost completely insignificant. Her arms and legs were still held in place by Robin's power, which allowed Nami to take a good look at the angry cum-covered cock staring right at her. The slit oozed with semen, slowly pouring out the remaining sperm in the most delectable way possible; it made her mouth water to no end. Nami leaned her head back against the edge of the hole, gulping down the sweet air as she regained her strength. This sort of thing wouldn't normally tire her out, but the fact that she been molested in front of two friends had popped a fused and caused her supply of energy to run low.

"I must admit, Nami, you never cease to amaze me" Robin praised, her voice had taken a more sultry tone; Nami wasn't the only one sporting a raging erection.

"T-That was so… F-Fucking close…" Nami groaned. "I think I'm still c-cumming a little…"

"Will you be alright if I let go of you?" Robin chuckled.

"Yeah…" Nami paused, shaking her head to focus on her task. "I'll be fine."

Robin carefully removed each limb from within the hole and let Nami stabilize so she wouldn't fall. As promised, and considering Nami's sticky appearance, Robin indulge the cook's request to rally the rest for dinner. Obviously, to spare her toy some unnecessary embarrassment, she would send Franky to meet up with her in his workshop. As Nami disappeared down into the solder docking area, closing the hatch after her, Robin urgently set off towards the ship's bath.

Instead of having to assemble the crew personally whilst sporting a massive stiffy underneath her dress, Robin simply created a clone to do her bidding. Conveniently, Robin had complete control over her clones and could even decide which body parts they would have. Naturally, the clone she just made didn't wield the same, heavy and protruding phallus that Robin had.

Unable to take much more excitement, Robin quickly hurried towards her destination, almost running up the stairs and towards the library. Her head was flooding with vivid imagery of what had just occurred and she could barely keep her hands to herself. She kept her hands tight around the ladder, to refrain from any lewd activity, and up into the bathing area. Without wasting a single second, she literally tore her clothes of and tossed the tattered rag to the side, just by the laundry basket, and fumbled the door to the bath open.

Once inside, she quickly locked the door and leaned against it. Her breath was rugged and fast; she couldn't believe just how fucking horny she was. To call her wet would be the understatement of the century. Her cock was so hard that it almost felt like it had actually turned into a big lump of throbbing stone. She could almost sense every tiny sperm push their way out from her swollen balls that kept them locked up. Robin's mind was melting; she just couldn't begin dismantle the flurry of desires that swept through her mind.

The act of domination, within a public environment, had one of the most powerful experiences of her life. If her fun with Nami had turned her on this much, just how incredible would the actual thing be? To have Nami, or even herself, on display as they were being teased and tortured, sucked and fucked until all their arousal exploded in front of all their friends? Suddenly, her mind was brought back her deal with Nami, and what the kinky little kitten had thought up for her. The idea of being forced to wear all sorts of perverted clothes and contraptions in public made her light-headed to say the least. Robin couldn't wait any longer; she had to do something about her raging libido.

Shaking with excitement, Robin crossed her arms and focused, sprouting a dozen clones up from the bathroom floor. The crowd of naked, well-endowed ladies appeared one after the other, eagerly waiting to obey every single command Robin would give them. As she walked towards the center of the group, Robin ran her hands seductively over her naked chest and down her slender waist. Once she reached her throbbing cock, she softly wrapped her hands around it and gave herself a couple of firm squeezes before calling her clones over for some much needed, sexual exploration.

Robin rarely used her power for her own sexual gratification; she found it far more enjoyable to use it on Nami and to transcend the limits of their sexual heights. A feat which would, by ordinary means, prove completely impossible. On the few occasions she did use for only herself, it was to explore and develop her kinks, to understand her body and fantasies to the fullest. Just how deep could she delve into the seemingly endless abyss of her depraved desires? To what extend would she go, just to reach the next plateau of unbridled lust?

"Mmm…" Robin moaned as the clones embraced her entire body, happily lapping and suckling away at her veiny, throbbing cock. I cannot wait for the night to arrive…"

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