___ Nami goes to Arlong Park to negotiate for Cocoyasi Village’s safety, offering to steal 100 million berries.
Arlong agrees but adds a condition that she sexually serve his entire crew, threatening to destroy the village if she refuses.
She agrees under duress and is then assaulted by Arlong and multiple crew members, followed by being forced to walk naked through the village as a warning.
___ The rain had stopped, but the sky remained gray over Cocoyasi Village.
Nami stood at the entrance of Arlong Park, her hands trembling at her sides.
Behind her, the villagers huddled in their homes, waiting for news.
In front of her, the saw-toothed fishman sat on his throne of coral and bone, his crew arrayed around him like sharks circling prey.
“Arlong,” she said, her voice steady despite the terror twisting in her gut.
“I’m here to negotiate.” Arlong’s laugh was a low, rumbling thing.
“Negotiate?
A human girl negotiating with me?
This should be entertaining.” “I want you to leave the villagers alone.
No more raids, no more beatings.
No more threats.” “And what could you possibly offer me in return?” Nami took a breath.
“One hundred million berries.
I’ll steal it for you.
I’m the best thief in East Blue.
Give me time, and I’ll bring you every last berry.” Arlong leaned forward, his massive hand stroking his chin.
His eyes roved over her body, lingering on the curves hidden beneath her simple dress.
“One hundred million berries…
and one more condition.” Her heart leaped.
“What condition?” “You serve my crew.
With your body.” The words hit her like a physical blow.
She stepped back, her face going pale.
“What?” “Every man on this ship gets to use you.
Whenever they want.
For as long as I say.” Arlong grinned, his teeth glinting.
“That’s the price for your village’s safety.
The money…
and your cunt.” “No.” The word escaped her before she could stop it.
“I can’t—” “You can, or I’ll tear this village apart brick by brick.
I’ll kill every man, woman, and child.
I’ll hang their bodies from the trees as a warning.” He stood, towering over her.
“So what’s your answer, little thief?” Nami’s mind raced.
She thought of Nojiko, of Bellemere’s grave, of the children she’d sworn to protect.
Her body was a small price to pay for their lives.
Wasn’t it?
Tears welled in her eyes.
“I…
I agree.” “Good.” Arlong grabbed her wrist, his grip like iron.
“Then let’s begin.
Right here.
Right now.” He dragged her to the center of the room, where the crew had gathered in a semicircle.
Their eyes were hungry, predatory.
Some of them were already stroking themselves through their pants.
“Strip,” Arlong commanded.
Nami’s hands shook as she reached for the straps of her dress.
She let it fall to the floor, standing in her underwear.
Her body was trembling, her skin prickling with goosebumps.
“All of it.” She unhooked her bra, letting it fall.
Her breasts were small but firm, her nipples hard from fear and cold.
She pushed down her panties, stepping out of them.
She was completely naked, exposed to a dozen pairs of eyes.
“On your knees.” She sank to her knees, her eyes fixed on the floor.
Arlong approached, his cock already hard, thick and veined.
It was larger than any human’s, ridged with the bumps characteristic of his species.
“Open your mouth.” She obeyed, her lips parting.
He shoved his cock inside her mouth, filling her throat.
She gagged, tears streaming down her face.
“Suck it, bitch.
Show me you mean it.” She sucked, her tongue moving over the ridges, tasting salt and precum.
He grabbed her hair, forcing her deeper, fucking her face with brutal strokes.
“That’s it.
Take it all.” He held her head down, his cock buried in her throat, until she could barely breathe.
Then he pulled out, letting her gasp for air.
“On your hands and knees.” She assumed the position, her ass presented to him.
He spread her cheeks, looking at her pussy and asshole.
“So tight.
Let’s fix that.” He spat on his hand, rubbing it over her cunt.
Then he positioned himself at her entrance and thrust forward, burying his entire length inside her in one savage stroke.
Nami screamed.
The pain was white-hot, tearing through her.
She felt stretched, split open.
But Arlong didn’t stop.
He began to fuck her, his hips slamming against her ass, each thrust driving deeper.
“Look at her,” he said to his crew.
“A human whore, taking a fishman’s cock.
She was made for this.” They laughed, cheered.
Some of them were stroking themselves, waiting their turn.
Arlong fucked her for what felt like hours.
He grabbed her breasts, squeezing them roughly, pinching her nipples until she cried out.
He bit her shoulder, drawing blood.
When he finally came, it was with a roar, his seed flooding her pussy, leaking down her thighs.
He pulled out, his cock slick with their mixed fluids.
“She’s all yours, boys.
Enjoy her.” The first to step forward was Kuroobi, the fishman karate master.
He was more brutal than Arlong, his thrusts punishing, his hands around her throat until she saw stars.
He fucked her pussy, then her ass, switching back and forth without warning.
Choo the octopus fishman was next.
He had two cocks, each one slimmer than Arlong’s but twice as long.
He fucked her mouth while he fucked her ass, his tentacles wrapping around her body, squeezing her breasts and stroking her clit.
She came against her will, her body betraying her, and he laughed.
“I can feel you clenching.
You like this, don’t you, whore?” “No…” she sobbed.
“Liar.” Hachi the swordsman waited his turn, nervously stroking his cock.
He was gentler than the others, but that only made it worse—his hesitant thrusts, his apologetic eyes.
She hated him almost as much as the rest.
One by one, they took her.
They fucked her mouth, her pussy, her ass.
They came inside her, on her face, on her body.
She lay on the cold floor, covered in cum, barely conscious.
“Nami.” She opened her eyes.
Arlong stood over her again.
“You’ve served well.
But I’m not done with you yet.” He pulled her to her feet, dragging her outside.
The cold air hit her skin, but she barely felt it.
He led her to the edge of the village, where the first houses began.
“One last thing,” he said.
“A message.” He pushed her forward, and she stumbled, falling onto the dirt path.
Behind her, the crew laughed.
“Walk,” Arlong said.
“Show them what happens to humans who beg.” Nami tried to cover herself, but her arms were too weak.
She crawled forward, naked, her body marked with bruises and bites and cum.
The sun had risen, and villagers were emerging from their homes.
They saw her.
Children pointed.
Women gasped.
Men turned away, their faces red with shame and anger.
“Nami!” A voice—Nojiko’s.
Her sister ran toward her, grabbing a blanket, wrapping it around her shoulders.
“Don’t look,” Nami whispered.
“Please don’t look at me.” Nojiko held her, crying.
“What did they do to you?” Nami couldn’t answer.
She just stared at the ground, at the dirt and the blood and the cum staining the path.
Behind her, Arlong’s laughter echoed across the village.
“Remember this, humans.
This is the price of peace.” CREATORS’ THOUGHTS Zero_Token Fun fact: Nami walked back into that village naked and still managed to make Arlong think she was going to pay him — which is exactly how she was already planning to steal it all back.