deal with the devil 2 – Part 1
A few days have passed since Robin had spent some quality time with herself in the shower, together with her clones. She had figured that Nami would've begun her long-awaited revenge for all the things she had been put through, but nothing actually came. Instead, the navigator had simply said that she just needed a few more days to get everything in order, that and they would refrain from all forms of sex until her task was finished. Robin was intrigued by this and allowed Nami all the time she would need. As the days passed, though, she grew more and more curious as to what her lover had in store for her.
After the third day had passed, Robin began to feel the first signs of sexual frustration and a rising sensitivity for anything remotely perverted. Her libido was spiking and she found herself becoming alarmingly aroused by the slightest things. She would constantly steal glances and peaks at her lovely friend, often growing hard in the process. Robin couldn't help it; she didn't have the same fortitude and strength as Nami. How could she? She had spent untold hours on teasing and tormenting the poor girl and, ultimately, made her more resistant to it. No, Nami knew how to spend days, and even weeks, without releasing all that frustration, much unlike Robin, why could barely pass a single day without satisfying her needs.
Another two days passed and Robin felt her urges scratching and clawing at her mind. The night she spent in her bed was akin to torture and her soft bedclothes would constantly brush up against her energetic member. Her dreams were flooded with lewd imagery and unsatisfied desires, dreams that often led to some fiercely intense morning-wood which would last well over an hour past waking up. Unless she wanted the attention of her friends, even choosing the appropriate attire became tedious, as her spontaneous erections would constantly appear without a moment's notice.
On the sixth day, the crew came upon a small island with a rather large trading outpost, much to Nami's excitement. Supposedly, she had been missing a few key items which impeded the progress of her grand plan; these things could obviously not be procured out on the vast, open sea after all. To Robin, this surely meant that whatever she had in store for her would arrive sooner rather than later. This was both a blessing and a curse, though, as Robin could finally see an end to her torment, but since she could see the end in sight, it just meant that the last moments few hours of waiting took that much longer.
Finally, on the seventh day, once again waking up with the most agitated of boners, Robin was greeted with a remarkable smile and a girl, to whom it belonged, standing just above her bed; Nami was ecstatic and could barely contain her jubilant excitement. Robin looked up at her friend with dewy eyes and a confused expression on her face. "When had Nami ever woken up before her?" she wondered. Sure, Robin hadn't slept all that much due to her adamant and spoiled companion down below, but even then it was a rare oddity.
"Nami?" Robin spoke as she rubbed her eyes. "What time is it?"
"It's around 7:24." she quickly stated, hurrying towards a much more compelling conversation. "It's all done! So sorry for the wait, haha!"
Robin sat herself up and prepared herself for whatever was going to come out of those captivating lips. "What is done?"
"We'll get to that in just one moment, but first I just want to reiterate our deal." Nami paused briefly and stared Robin straight into her eyes. "For one entire month, you're going to wear whatever I want you to wear, right?"
"That is correct."
A wicked grin grew across Nami's face. "No matter what it is, whenever or wherever I tell you and regardless of how long?"
"I assume nothing less." Robin replied, feeling her curiosity heightened briefly before her attention returned to the ache between her legs.
"And you agree to the terms?"
"Of course, I agree."
"Awesome!" Nami cheered.
"Well then. Now that that has been settled, I must say that you have really missed an impeccable opportunity to get your revenge and make me a slave of yours, Nami…" Robin stated as she kept her growing smirk at bay. "Just imagine all the fun you could have had."
Secretly, Robin had wished for a small expansion to their deal; she had acquired a growing fondness to experience the other side of the fence for once. She wasn't disappointed, there was a lot of fun to be had with Nami's modest wishes, but she had expected more.
Nami didn't immediately respond to her comment and, instead, opted to throw Robin's duvet to the side and jumped into bed with her. She crawled carefully above the resting woman, making sure that she avoided the large, throbbing cock, just until she sat herself down on top of the her. The archaeologist sighed lewdly as she felt her member slide up and in-between Nami's naked butt cheeks. The feisty girl was wearing nothing but a pair of flat, but raised sandals, a short skirt and a tight, revealing bikini top which barely did anything to hide the voluptuous flesh contained within.
Robin glanced downwards, right into the seductive cleavage that Nami was so kindly presenting; how she longed to nuzzle her girl-cock between those large, firm breasts. A faint and warm blush spread across her cheeks as Nami was rubbing herself against the trapped shaft. Robin returned her attention back to the girl's face, not wanting to appear too thirsty, even if such attempts were employed much too late. Nami knew just how badly Robin needed a good fucking, and she could tell how much Nami was enjoying every second of her intentional teasing.
"And, as a result." Robin continued. "I will do my outmost to regain my position as your mistress, regardless of attire, until you have come to regret your mistake."
"Is that so?" Nami teased, reaching behind her back, giving Robin a single, firm stroke.
"There is nothing preventing me from doing whatever I want; I'm both stronger and faster than you."
"You also have your devil fruit, of course." Nami explained cheerfully, completely unfazed by Robin's apparent superiority. "Aaaah!" Nami yelped as the collection of hands lifted her up from her spot, allowing Robin the freedom to shift her position and gain the advantage.
"A keen observation…"
Robin stood up on her knees, right between the spread legs of her helpless friend, stroking her cock slowly and watched as her additional limbs removed the bothersome skirt from Nami's waist. She could feel a strong jolt of excitement burst into her member as the familiar pussy came into view. It was the last ounce of control that Robin could spare; she quickly advanced towards it.
"Just hold on for a second, eager-beaver!" Nami exclaimed, struggling within the bonds of her lover's limbs. "You need to dress yourself accordingly before we continue, or do you intend to break your promise so soon?"
Robin halted instantaneously, just a hair's width away from the entrance between those lovely lips. Her phallus urged her forward, though, begging her for the satisfaction it had patiently waited for so long, but her character would not allow such a dishonorable action. Robin reluctantly released her captive and retreated back into a more dignified posture. "But of course, my dear Nami. Whatever you want…" Robin said with a smile, holding back the urge to bite down on her lip in pure frustration.
"That's much better." Nami teased, sticking her tongue towards her mischievous partner and quickly skipped over to the table where an ornate, wooden box rested neatly.
Nami fiddled with the lock for a few moments, not quite able to simply pry it open. Whoever had constructed said container had definitely had discretion in mind as the content was neigh impossible to expose; the lid just wouldn't open. In the heat of the moment, as Nami clobbered and shook the poor box, Robin had taken great pleasure in observing her beloved's body from behind. Regardless of how awkward and clumsy she seemed, Nami was still an utter bombshell of a woman. Robin had no issue sitting comfortably on the bed and slowly stroking her cock to the appealing bounciness of the young girl's rear, or the rest of her body for that matter.
"RAAAAHH!" Nami roared and hurled the box against the undecorated portion of the wall with all her might.
The container smashed open and broke into several, sad lumps of wood, revealing most of the content within. Curious, Robin turned her head towards the pile of debris and glanced subtly, hoping to sneak a peek at whatever had been tucked away. She couldn't see all that much, but she could spot faint, metallic shine glimmering from within. Was it some form of jewelry, or maybe a pair of cuffs? Or, even better, some form of depraved bondage gear with many provocative chains or spikes? She had yet to try on such gear, and the thought of it brought upon many erotic and creative inspirations.
Nami hurried over to the mess and scooped up the items, using her own body to obscure the sight from Robin, keeping her secrets hidden for just a few more moments. Robin contemplated using her ability to get a better look but opted not to since she was genuinely curious and excited. "Why ruined the surprise?" she thought. She crossed her legs and rested her hands on top of them, smiling contently as Nami dove beneath the bed. It was, apparently, one of the few places she could hide them, whilst keeping them within an arm's reach.
"There!" A sweaty Nami sprung back on her feet, up from beneath the edge of their bed, hands behind her back and with a triumphant, yet tired grin. "Hah… All done now!"
"Impressive display of problem solving." Robin teased as she held back her laughter.
"Oh shut up, haha!" Nami quickly recovered from her stamina and took a few steps towards the black-haired woman. "Now close your eyes and I will reward you with your first gift, honey."
Robin smiled with an impatient delight as the words slipped into her ears, sending a pleasant shiver down her spine. Robin obviously did as she was told and closed her eyes slowly, waiting for Nami to make her first move. A few hints of noise could be heard a small distance away from her, but she could not discern what it was. Soon, she could feel her lover hands around the nap of her neck, gently caressing the soft skin. "Hold your hair up for me, pet." Nami spoke.
The command rung inside of Robin's head, mingling amongst her thoughts and desires, and teasing the arrival of her long awaited submission. She brought her hands towards her gorgeous, black hair above her head in a most gracious fashion. As Nami reached around her, she could feel an odd, yet familiar sensation spread from the areas which the item touched. It didn't take long for her to realize what was going on and despite understanding the implications, she refused to back down.
"What do you think?" Nami said; her voice was clad in a soft, yet undeniable arousal.
Robin lowered her hair and meticulously analyzed each individual emotion springing forth from her heart and observed the creeping loss of control which was slowly creeping over her entire body. The collar which Nami had neatly strapped around her neck had a leathery texture, and while its appearance eluded her, for now, it undoubtedly had an uncertain amount of seastone built into it. Robin could still move, but her body felt slow and oddly docile because of it. Unsurprisingly, the sensation was the strongest around her neck and the surrounding areas which, in turn, resulted in a heightened sensitivity in her chest and throat.
As she opened her mouth to speak, Robin found herself struggling to find the right words. Her thoughts were clouded, as if concealed behind a thin veil of smoke. They were there, yet she couldn't simply reach out for them without stumbling slightly in the wrong direction. While it confused her, Robin found it peculiarly pleasant. Usually, so much detail and effort were placed upon her mind and the thoughts that she bore. But now, while she could still access her thoughts, with a small bit of effort, she could feel a calming absence eroding the desire to elaborate on her thinking. That said, despite its positive sensation, Robin couldn't ever bring herself to discard the comforts of her pondering personality, not entirely.
"Great." Robin replied, pausing briefly to mold her thoughts. "Strangely pleasant, and implicatively delicious…"
"Glad you like it! I was worried that it would be uncomfortable for you, for obvious reasons, haha!"
"So what is next?" Robin asked and leaned backwards slightly, taking on more seductive stance.
"Breakfast…" Nami grinned and watched as a modest confusion appeared on Robin's face. " Now be a good girl and open up…"