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You sat at the circular tea table with perfect rigid posture, gazing absentmindedly out the small window in your cabin. The blue ocean stretched on and on and on until it melded with the light blue of the sky. It was roughly one o'clock in the afternoon, and you were stuck taking your afternoon tea in the stuffy cabin of the large and ornate ship. Hm. This massive ship, the pride of your kingdom's fleet, felt more like Charon's ferry carrying you to damnation in the Underworld than any style of luxurious transport.

You took a delicate sip of your tea then vaguely nibbled your orange and cranberry tea scone. If there was one thing you could always eat, it was pastries. Of course, your family knew this, so you were limited to one every other day. You groaned and put down the scone; not even the sweet, zesty tang of the treat could breach your despair.

It all started 11 years ago. When you were 9, your parents fed you the Search Search fruit, a paramecia type devil fruit with the ability to, given a suitable description, find objects or individuals anywhere in the world. However, the most intriguing part of your devil fruit was its passive detection of every single devil fruit in the world. In the back of your mind, you were always aware of the location of every devil fruit and its user. Your parents used this ability to find three uneaten devil fruits and sell them for an indescribable profit. This eventually caught the attention of the World Government, who were delighted to learn of your abilities. Apparently, there was no record of the Search Search fruit. From that point on, both the Navy and World Government would enlist your help in locating different pirates and uneaten devil fruits. In turn, this caught the attention of a gods damned Celestial Dragon.

As royalty, you had visited the holy land of Mary Geoise once before, and were completely repulsed by the Celestial Dragons. The one who wanted you, St Lawrence, was an avid collector of devil fruits, and enjoyed feeding them to slaves. He simply sent a messenger to your kingdom and informed your parents that you had been selected as St Lawrence's premiere wife. You would be granted his family name, and your children together would be the heirs to his blood line. Your entire kingdom was positively ecstatic. Their sweet, fragile, perfect little princess was going to wed a world noble! Your parents were beyond themselves with glee that their grandchildren would be Celestial Dragons. And you sat there and smiled. No one can refuse a world noble. No one. When the messenger showed you a picture of your husband to be, you nearly gagged. He was revolting; a stout older man with a toad like face. But of course you didn't gag, you just smiled. It was all you knew how to do when facing your superiors; smile and obey.

Every day of your life, the doctrine of submission had been hammered into your skull. You were not permitted to do anything on your own. Whether it be dressing, brushing your teeth, or eating, servants were there to aid you. In an effort to keep a slim figure, you were not permitted exercise of any kind, and your time outdoors was severely limited. Your food was systematically restricted to the point your body stopped feeling hunger, and you were unable to walk a flight of stairs without feeling faint and breathless.

So why, oh why, were you not happy? All of your training, all of the years of being molded into a perfect submissive woman, was falling to pieces as you were confronted with your marriage. Yes, in the past you'd felt sad or even a tad resentful of your life, but you never despaired; it was unfathomable to experience such an ungrateful emotion. Since you'd learned of your fate a week ago, you'd spent each minute lamenting your situation. You did not want to marry St Lawrence. You did not want to be forced into this marriage. And why should you be? What gave your parents and the world nobles the right to do this to you? Your chest ached at the prospect of fleeing. Of somehow stealing a row boat and taking refuge on a little island where no one could find you.

You scoffed, and shook your head. Gods you were pathetic. How had it taken you 20 years to have this epiphany? To those around you, you were not a person, but a commodity, and you did not like it.

A soft knock on the door pulled you from your torturous thoughts.

"Yes?" you said.

The door opened, and a maid hurried in.

"Princess, its time for your medicine," she said, handing you a small glass vial.

You sighed.

"Right."

The maid helped you out of your light weight dress and into a soft and sheer night gown. She drew the curtains, plunging the room into darkness as you drank the vile. Within a minute you felt yourself grow tired. Honestly, you didn't know what the hell this medicine did. You just took it because you were weak, and because the palace doctors told you to. The maid pulled back the covers of the small bed. You slipped between the sheets, and the maid tucked you in.

"Sleep well, Princess," the maid said, leaving the room just as you fell into a deep, deep sleep.
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You stirred lightly as the ship lurched. Loud crashes and booms pierced through your lethargic mind. Had the ship encountered a storm? Eyes still closed, you easily tuned out the noises, and began drifting back into the drug induced sleep. Just as you were about to lose consciousness, a high pitched ringing erupted in your ears. No, not your ears, your head. It sounded like an alarm. Why was there a noise in your head? You could have sworn that meant something, but you were so tired, you couldn't remember. You sighed and turned onto your side, nuzzling your head against the pillow. The ship shook and lurched, and the shouts were louder. There were more and more bangs now and metallic sounds. What kind of storm was this? The ringing was worse now. You groaned, and opened your eyes, blinking a few times in the dim light.

You sat straight up. Ringing. Alarm. Holy shit there was a devil fruit user on board. The booms weren't thunder, they were cannons. There was fighting on the main deck two floors above you. You rolled out of bed, but your legs buckled and you fell to the ground. Fuck, the medicine was still affecting your body! Your legs and arms felt like 50 pounds weights, and they refused to move properly. With great effort, you managed to sit up on the rug. The devil fruit user was on the main deck right by the helm. Which fruit was it? It took you less than a second to identify it.

The Magnet Magnet fruit. Oh, gods. The ship was under attack by the Kid Pirates. Your work with the navy meant you were incredibly familiar with all the notable pirate crews. Eustass Kid and his crew were part of the worst generation. Of these infamous crews, Eustass Kid had the highest bounty, and was known for civilian casualties, mass destruction, and ruthlessness. Six months ago, they were involved in an incident at Sabody Archipelago where a Celestial Dragon was attacked, and they'd been wreaking havoc in the New World since. If the Kid Pirates took the ship, what would they do with you? Kill you? Rape you? Torture you? Ransom you to St Lawrence or your parents?

The sounds of combat only grew louder and louder. You tracked Eustass Kid as he tore across the main deck, cutting down the navy soldiers and guards one after another. You slowly got to your feet and sat on the edge of the bed. You couldn't do anything. It was a horrible fact, but it was a fact nonetheless. You were completely fucking helpless. You didn't even have something close to a weapon. Searching for the soldiers, you felt as their numbers dwindled down and down. Massaging feeling back into your legs, you carefully walked to the wardrobe and tied a robe over your night gown. You wished you could put on a dress, but all of your dresses were too complicated to put on alone. You brushed your pale pink hair and wove it into a single braid, then slipped on a pair of ballet flats. You would meet your fate with the dignity of a princess.

The crew numbers were down to ten: 5 soldiers, the captain, first mate, St Lawrence's messenger, doctor, and the shipwright. The sounds of fighting were replaced with rancorous cheers and laughter. The battle was over. The Kid Pirates flooded the lower decks, slaughtering any servants or cabin boys they came across. Your heart beat faster and faster as two pirates walked down the hallway towards your door. You stood up straight and squared your shoulders. You would not give them the satisfaction of fear. Yes, you were a weak and pathetic princess, but you were still a princess! You knew how to act superior to commoners and ruffians. Your hands trembled at your sides as they reached the door. Your stomach dropped as they slammed it open.

Your cold gaze flicked between the two blood splattered men. One had green hair covering his right eye, the other had pink hair covering his left eye.

"Oh, holy shit!" the green one yelled, bursting into laughter.

"Hello there, little lady," the pink one said, licking his lips.

In a second their hands were on you. Green held your arms behind your back, and pink squeezed your jaw in his big hand.

"Shit, she has to be a noble at least," pink said, tilting your head left and right. With his other hand, he untied your robe, and whistled as he saw your large perky breasts, almost visible through the night gown.

"She's so soft," green moaned, nuzzling his face into your neck. "Think captain will let us have her?"

Pink laughed. "Maybe after he breaks her, if we're lucky."

You stood there in silence, your face a mask of cold, regal dignity. Yes, you were taught submission, but only to your betters. .

"Whats your name, sweetie?" pink asked.

You didn't answer.

You yelped as he slapped you across the face. Hot tears stung your eyes as your vision blurred for a few moments.

"I asked you a question, bitch," he said.

"And I declined to answer," you said, turning to look at him once more.

He hit you again, this time slapping the other cheek. You yelled again. You had never ever felt pain like this before. Tears flowed freely now.

"Oi," a new voice called from the door way. You looked past pink and saw a tall man with long blonde hair wearing a full face mask. "The hell are you doing?"

"We were just-"

"Kid will be pissed you marked her up before he could. Search the room. I'll bring her above deck," Massacre Soldier Killer, the first mate of the Kid Pirates said. He was easy to recognize.

The two men mumbled 'yes sir' and released you. Killer lifted his hand, and curled a finger towards himself, bidding you to follow him. You gently wiped away your tears, and approached him. Killer didn't hold your arm as he escorted you to the main deck; he knew he didn't need to. Even if you were foolish enough to try and run, there was nowhere to go. Besides, you looked much weaker than an average young woman. Killer wondered if you even could run.

You stepped onto the deck, and squinted as the bright afternoon sun hit your silver eyes. You saw the 10 remaining crew members on their knees in a horizontal line with their hands tied behind their backs. They were all heavily injured. Standing in front of them, his back to you, was a massive hulking man with bright red hair and a large metal arm.

"Kid," Killer said, getting his captain's attention.

Eustass Kid turned around to face his first mate, but his eyes found you first. His crimson painted lips split into a massive grin. The captain looked every bit as terrifying as the stories portrayed him to be. Burning amber eyes, a wicked smile, huge muscles, and scars littering his entire body. As you took Kid in, he drank you in as well. Soft, sweet face. Dazzling starry eyes and waves of pink hair. Elegant neck and collar bone. Heavy plump breasts barely hidden by your night gown. He could see the outline of your slim waist and plush thighs. Kid closed the distance between you two in three large steps. He leered over you, still grinning.

"It seems we found the star of the show," Kid said. Lust was already rearing its head as Kid devoured you with his eyes. He was always horny after killing, and here you were, all soft and deliciously feminine, served up on a silver platter. His blazing eyes zeroed in on the vicious red marks on your cheeks, and his grin was replaced by a deep snarl. He grabbed your chin with his metal hand and tilted your head up. He leaned in close, his forehead nearly touching yours. "Who the hell hit her?" he asked, his eyes flicking over to his first mate. "She doesn't seem like much of a fighter. I doubt they had to subdue her. So why the hell is she marked?"

"Boogie and Mosh got a bit carried away when they found her," Killer answered, his big arms crossed over his muscled chest.

"Carried away, huh?" the captain said, his eyes returning to the marks on your face. "Tch. Cut their take in half and assign them to latrine duty for a week. They know better than to fuck with any women they find before bringing them to me," he said, finally releasing your chin and rising back to his full stature. "As for you lot," Kid said, looking at the captive remnants of the crew "allow me to introduce myself. My name is Captain Eustass Kid, and you are all dead men. However, the manner in which you die is entirely up to you. It can be boring and painless, or you can give my crew weeks worth of entertainment. If you answer my questions, and I like your answers, you'll earn yourselves a quick death. If you do anything else, well, you'll learn why my crew is the most feared in the worst generation."

“You, girlie,” Kid said, grabbing your neck with his metal hand and squeezing lightly “have a slightly different set of options.”

His eyes were blown with lust. On instinct you tried to wrench his hand off your throat. He cackled at your pathetic and useless struggle. He squeezed tighter, starting to fully constrict your windpipe. Your vision started to fill with static spots of gray, black, and white. Kid licked his lips, and lifted you a foot and a half off the ground, holding you just by your throat at eye level. You couldn’t breathe. Pressure grew behind your eyes. Your mouth gaped open, desperately trying to suck in air. Instead, you felt lips slammed against yours, and a slimy tongue shoved into your mouth.

“How dare you touch her!” the celestial dragon’s attendant yelled from his position on the ground. “She is meant to be the bride of the illustrious St Lawrence! You dare sully the property of a Celestial Dragon?”

Kid froze, stopped kissing you, then slowly released your neck, unceremoniously dropping you to the deck. You sputtered and coughed, wheezing as you gasped. Tears and snot poured down your face as you lost every bit of dignity and composure, and just quietly sobbed.

“Say that again,” Kid said, stalking over to the messenger.

“Are you deaf as well as dumb, pirate? I said the woman you just sullied with your vile lips is the chosen bride of a world noble. Her wedding is in three days!” He yelled, his fear fading as he threw out the words ‘world noble.’

Kid looked at the man, then back at you, and then to his first mate.

“Search the offices. See if he’s lying,” he ordered. The massacre soldier nodded, and slipped away.

“I would never lie over such a thing!” The messenger huffed. “I was personally sent by St Lawerence to inform the princess of the great honor bestowed on her, and bring her to the holy land.”

Kid’s face slowly contorted into a manic grin.

“Princess? Shit, I’ve always wanted to fuck a princess!” He looked over his shoulder, raking his eyes over your slight, trembling frame. “You’re gonna make one of my life long dreams come true, darling,” he said, falling into a fit of rancorous laughter.

You felt sick. He was going to take your virginity. He was going to ruin you. Rape you. No! Nononono if he did that…………St Lawrence wouldn’t want you anymore.

You tried to shake off the thought. But it stuck. If this pirate deflowered you, whether consensual or not, you would not have to marry St Lawrence. Even more, your parents wouldn’t want you back. You would be worthless. This was it. This was your escape; your one path to freedom. It would cost your body and soul, but laying with a pirate once was better than being a Celestial Dragon’s wife.

“You heathen!” the messenger yelled. “To speak such things is to incur the wrath of the World Government!”

Kid rolled his eyes and kicked the man in the face. He screamed as blood spouted from his nose. Kid stomped on the man’s head.

“You think I care about the World Government? Im Eustass fucking Kid! I'm gonna be the King of the Pirates you whinging little cunt!”

The man wasnt moving anymore, but Kid kept up his assault. You watched as Kid destroyed the man’s skull, and pounded his brain into paste.

Bile rose in your throat as your body shook all over. You truly wanted to look away, but the savage display of total violence had you in a trance. Prior to this, the only violence you’d witnessed was when your mother struck a maid for spilling a cup of tea. Even in your work with the navy and world government, you never witnessed violence; just gave them locations.

Passively you understood murder and you understood people were capable of horrific feats of brutality. But witnessing it was so very different from vaguely knowing of it. There was something there in that mess of skull and brain that held your stare.

“Captain, we searched the office. He was telling the truth: this ship was on the way to Mary Geoise, transporting the bride of a Celestial Dragon. And get this, she’s a devil fruit user,” Killer said, returning to the deck with the ship’s log and a manilla folder file.

“What fruit?” kid asked, going back over to you. He guided you up into a kneeling position. Kid swiped his flesh thumb under your eyes, gathering up the stale tears, and licked the moisture off his finger.

“Sear Search fruit. She can find anything or anyone in the world-“

“Could she find the One Piece?” Kid asked, tucking a loose strand of your hair back behind your ear.

“No. As I was going to say, she needs a description of some kind. No one knows what the One Piece is, so she can’t locate it,” Killer said, flipping through the Navy file.

“Hmmm,” Kid mused. He pushed his metal thumb against your lips and forced your mouth open. He ran the digit over your wet, pink tongue, then pushed it further back in your throat until you gagged. He grinned. In one movement, Kid picked you up and tossed you over his shoulder. You yelled as he placed a sharp smack against your ass.

“Kill the rats quick and burn the ship,” Kid ordered, his voice booming. He turned towards his own precious ship, the Victoria Punk, and started walking. This left you looking at the ship deck. You watched the Kid Pirates descend on the 9 remaining captives like locust, reducing the bodies to nothing but gore. You closed your eyes.

“Captain, we found another woman below deck. She seems to be a maid-“

“Kill her,” Kid said, cutting Killer off.

“You don’t want to bring her aboard first?” Killer asked, tilting his head.

Kid looked back over his shoulder at his first mate. Killer froze. His captain’s face was flushed. His eyes were completely blown with lust. His painted lips were twisted into a manic smile. Survival instinct kicked in and Killer took a few steps back. He didn’t speak again, and just watched as the Captain returned to the Victoria Punk, and carried his new toy into his Captain’s quarters.

Killer genuinely pitied the princess. He’d only seen Kid react like this to a woman twice before, and that was when they were still teenagers; Back when Kid was driven purely by lust for blood, power, and sex. It seemed the idea of bride napping and fucking or torturing a princess meant to marry a celestial dragon had shattered the control his captain had built over the years.

Unless she managed to do exactly what Kid wanted, no complaints or resistance, that girl was going to die.

“Wrap it up everyone. And, I cannot stress this enough, do not bother the Captain.”
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Kid’s foot falls were heavy as he carted you over the gang plank and onto his ship, the Victoria Punk. Carried on his shoulder, your gaze was transfixed on the Kid Pirates as they decimated the remaining sailors. You felt Kid pause and kick a door open. You glanced at the horizon line, committing to memory the image of the blurred line where blue met blue. You didn’t know if you would ever see it again. You didn’t know if you would leave this room alive. Kid entered the room, and kicked back to close the door. You saw the deadbolt slide into place.

“Make yourself comfortable, your highness,” Kid said, slamming you down onto a bed. Though the mattress was soft, the force still knocked the air from your lungs. “You’ll be here for quite some time,” he said, face inches from your own.

He placed his metal hand on your waist while the flesh one tangled into your hair. He slammed his lips onto yours, choking you with his tongue once again. He tightened his grip on your hair, curling his hand into a fist. You whimpered, and he groaned loudly. When the pirate pulled away, you were panting and desperate for air. His molten eyes seared your flesh as he fully took you in. With a light touch, he ran his flesh hand down your neck, over your clothed breasts, down the curve of your hip, and all the way down your long legs.

He moved away, and tossed his large red coat onto a desk. His goggles, shoes, and pants were quick to follow, and soon he stood in just briefs. You stayed completely still on the bed. Kid tossed you a glance over his shoulder and snickered.

“Scared stiff, eh? Loosen up. I dont want to feel like I’m fucking a corpse,” he said, though it sounded more like ‘I dun-wanna fel like im facking uh corpse.’ You knew Captain kid was from the South Blue, but you couldn’t place his accent to a particular island.

You did as your captor bid, and slowly sat up. You pulled your legs up and folded them under you, then propped yourself up with your right arm. You felt Kid’s burning gaze as you adjusted yourself, then you turned to meet it. Moon met sun as your shining silver eyes collided with his burning amber. It was Kid who looked away first. He reached into a desk drawer and pulled out a bottle of whisky. You watched as he took long sips from the bottle. You flinched when he slammed the bottle back onto the desk.

“Yer a quiet one,” Kid said. “No kicking or screaming on the deck, and no begging or pleading in here.”

“My apologies,” you said, your gaze completely neutral, but your voice wavered.

Kid cackled, then took another sip.

“Brave face, eh? Yeh won’t look so calm when I shove my cock in your pretty cunt,” he said. Kid closed the space between you and grabbed your jaw in his metal hand. “You ever been fucked before, princess?”

“No,” you said, your voice barely above a whisper.

Kid stuck his metal thumb between your lips, prying your mouth open.

“I didn’t think so. It’s gonna hurt when I split you open for the first time,” he said, bringing his flesh hand to cup your cheek. “But I’ll have you singing my name before its over, princess.”

You met his gaze again. He pulled his metal thumb out of your mouth, then spit in it.

“Swallow.”

You were too startled to do anything but comply. Kid’s face lit up.

“Obedient. Good, I like that,” he said.

“More than screaming and crying?” you asked him, your lips twitching with the ghost of a smile.

Kid howled with laughter.

“You’re off to a good start,” he said, then offered you the bottle.

“I’ve never had hard liquor before,” you said, taking the square bottle from the captain’s big hand. You lightly sniffed the bottle, and gagged. Kid laughed at you. You didn’t want to drink it, but you could tell Kid wanted you to. So you took a deep breath, then tipped the bottle back and took a large mouthful. You managed to swallow it, but fell into a small coughing fit after. “Oh, thats vile.”

Kid extended his hand again, and you happily handed the bottle back to him. His jovial tone dropped as he put the bottle down and looked back at you. A chill ran up your spine.

“Tell me, princess, what exactly do you think I am going to do to you?” he asked.

You thought for a moment.

“I could list things off, but it all comes down to the same answer: you’ll do whatever you want,” you answered, meeting his eyes.

He smirked.

“Thats right, but list them out anyways. You’ve worked with the navy, ya? What do you know about me?”

You gave your answer in the same fashion you gave reports: “Of the worst generation, you have the highest bounty. You’re known for causing mass destruction and civilian casualties. You kill with exceptional brutality and are indiscriminate in who you kill. When you take prisoners, it tends to be to torture them for enjoyment, not information. Your entire crew’s sadism is extreme, but it veers towards physical violence, not sexual violence. You actively seek out and initiate fights with navy vessels and bases along with other pirate crews,” you said. “Based on the track record, I expect you to hurt me, and enjoy doing it.”

Kid nodded along during your speech, rather impressed by the accuracy.

“Spend a lot of time watching me, eh?” he said with a cheeky grin.

“You’re a person of great interest to the navy and world government,” you said, fiddling with your fingers.

“Well, you’re right that I’m going to hurt you, princess. That's for damn sure,” he said, standing. He wrapped his metal hand around your neck, and slowly pushed you down onto the bed. “To be clear, you are not going to leave this ship alive,” Kid said, covering your body with his own. “Your life belongs to me now. And I can end it at any moment,” he said, squeezing your neck to emphasize his point.

“But that doesn’t mean I want to kill you. Not right now, at least. And I don’t just want to hurt you, I want to own you. Be a good girl, and I’ll treat you right. You’ll see how damn good I can treat you,” Kid said, his voice husky. He gently nuzzled your neck, then grazed his sharp canines over your pulse point. Your breath hitched. He chuckled. You could feel his chest rumble. He pressed his knee between your legs, separating them.

He pulled away a bit. “But thats not your only option. Instead of keeping you for myself, I can offer you up to the crew, if you prefer. Or, if you want to die, we can arrange for that too, eventually. Its your choice, your highness,” Kid said.

So, your choices were to die, become fodder for the Kid Pirates, or give up ownership of your body to Eustass Kid. But one part of his spiel stuck out.

“You aren’t sending me back? To my kingdom or to St Lawrence?” you asked. Your voice trembled and your heart raced. In perhaps the most fucked up way possible, your prayers had been answered. You didn’t have to marry St Lawrence. “I…I don’t have to go back? You won’t make me go back?”

“Like I said, girl, you’re never leaving this ship.”

Tears welled in your eyes.

“Thank you.”

Kid cocked his head. He sure as hell wasn’t expecting that. You reached up with one hand, and placed it gently on his cheek. Your mind felt hazy. Realistically, you were trading one prison for another, but in some twisted way, you felt free. For the first time in your life, your set path had diverged. More than diverged, that path had been completely destroyed. And you were so, so happy.

“Thank you,” you said again, your voice a hoarse whisper. “I don’t want to go back to my kingdom and I don’t want to go to Mary Geosie. Keep me here with you, Captain Kid,” you whispered softly, the words tumbling out. You weren’t even sure what you were saying anymore.

Kid paused for a moment, then slowly leaned his face against your hand, basking in your sweet, soft touch. It was so gentle and warm. He felt that warmth spread to his chest and stomach. He was completely caught off guard. He tilted his head and placed a light kiss on your wrist, indulging in your touch for just another second. Then he snapped.

He was on you like a beast on prey. He tore open your robe, then pulled your night gown off over your head. He tossed both to the floor along with his under wear. For the first time, you laid eyes on his cock. It was big, at least nine inches and girthy. The underside of the shaft was pierced twice with barbells, one right below the tip, and the other right above the balls. The tip was red and leaking, desperate for your touch. Kid watched your shocked face with an amused smirk. He kneeled in front of you, then grabbed your hand and wrapped it around his cock. Your middle finger tip barely brushed your thumb as you fisted his cock. He covered your hand with his, pulling it violently up and down.

"Fuuuuuck, squeeze it harder," he hissed, his breath becoming shallow. You complied. Kid groaned again and bucked his hips, thrusting into your hand. "That's it. Good girl. Keep going."

Your face burned at his words. He shoved three of his flesh finger into your mouth swirled them around, then pulled them out again. He used his metal hand to pull up your left leg and wrap it around his waist. He used his right knee to push your right leg further away, stretching you open and baring your cunt to his gaze, and to his mercy.

You were shaking. How badly would it hurt? You knew this was a woman's duty, and it was not meant to evoke pleasure. But as kid pressed his saliva slick fingers against your clit and rubbed one light circle, you gasped. Your back arched as you were struck with unknown divine pleasure. The pirate arched a brow(well, where an eyebrow would be if he hadn't shaved his off).

"Either you're very sensitive, or you've never touched yourself before," Kid said, setting a deliberate, but not brutal pace as he worked your clit. You were squirming and writhing, confused and delighted. Kid laughed at you. "I'm guessing the latter. You look pathetic, princess. You’re squirming so much and I've hardly touched you," Kid said, placing his metal hand on your chest, pinning you in place.

"Stop thinking, and just take what I give you," Kid said, increasing the pace. He rubbed his weeping tip against the entrance. He glided easily against your slick folds. "Dolls don't need to think. Keep that pretty head empty. I'll take care of everything," Kid murmured, rutting harder. He was desperate to wrench your walls apart, but he needed to see you cum first. You nodded, and grabbed his biceps, trying to ground yourself.

"Good girl," he praised again, pushing one finger inside you. It was like a coil snapped and your vision blurred. You couldn't control your volume as a torrent of moans fell from your lips. Your body trembled. You dug your nails into kid's flesh. You could hear him laughing at you. He continued to pump his finger in an out. You slapped his arm, trying to push him away.

"Too much its too much," you panted, your body still trembling. Your walls throbbed around his thick finger. He added a second finger and kept going and going until he forced you through another orgasm, laughing and taunting and praising as he did. He couldn’t help it, your face was so pretty when you came. Your head was spinning as he pulled his fingers out and sucked on them.

"You taste perfect, princess. Such a tasty pretty cunt," Kid rambled, rutting against your opening again. You couldn't tell if he was actually talking to you, or just voicing his thoughts for his own pleasure. "And I'm gonna tear this pretty cunt apart," he said, hooking your legs on his shoulders, and grabbing your hips.

He pressed his tip against your soaked entrance, and started to push. You let out a cry. It hurt. Your body tried to jerk back from him, but you were held in place by his strong hands. "Thats right baby, cry all you want," he mumbled, sinking into you inch by painful inch. You sobbed, your chest heaving as Kid finally bottomed out.

"Fuck fuck fuckfuckfuck," he practically whimpered, feeling your walls twitch and contract around him. He stooped over and licked the tears from your cheeks. "Every part of you is delicious," he whispered in your ear. He moved his flesh hand to grope your breast, while he took the other into his mouth. You moaned as he grazed his teeth over your nipple. He started rocking his hips, pulling out just a few inches before sinking back in, his hips flush with yours. "You're so lucky princess. I'm never this gentle," he said, snapping his hips and grinning as you screamed again.

"Kid please," you cried, starting to hyperventilate. He started going faster. He quieted you by shoving his tongue down your throat. Kid set a fast and steady pace, practically folding you in half, penetrating as deep as he could.

Something was changing. It still hurt, but the pain was dulled by something new: pleasure. It was a bit different from before, but no less wonderful. You were so full and it felt so right. His cock hit something deep inside of you, a spongey spot that made your mind reel. Kid heard the change in your cries and sped up. He started biting and sucking your soft neck.

"You like how my cock feels, princess?" he said.

You whimpered and gasped. Kid felt your walls tighten around him.

"You gonna cum again? You gonna cum on my cock?" He goaded. He was pounding you brutally now, shaking the bed. He pulled back and watched your tits bounce.

You felt it tighten more and more. Kid pressed a finger against your clit, and you were gone. You wrapped your arms around his shoulders and sunk your teeth into his bicep, desperate for something to tether you to sanity. It was your sharp bite that sent Kid over the edge. His hips stuttered as he spurt hot ribbons of cum into you. He desperately ground into you, prolonging his high. Finally, he stilled and pulled out of you.

"You didn't bleed too badly," he said, looking at the small spot of blood on the sheets and the streaks of blood on his cock.

He spent a moment watching your combined cum leak out, before he lay down on top of you, his head on your breast. While he put his head on one of your breasts, he used his flesh hand to press the other against his face. He continued to nip and lick at your tits as he used them as a pillow. Your eyes were half shut. You were so tired.

"Damn your heart is racing," he said. "Calm down. we've got awhile to go."

Your eyes snapped open.

"You want to do that again? Today?" you said, appalled. How could anyone possibly go through that more than once? Your entire body still felt like jelly and your legs kept twitching.

"Eh, give it an hour and I'll be good to go again. I can probably go four or five more rounds," Kid said, rolling one of your breasts in his flesh hand. "You're lucky, princess. Most guys are down for the day after one load."

"That seems much more reasonable," you muttered, your hand drifting to Kid's bright red hair. You carded through his hair, feeling a bit of sweat on his brow. Your nails gently grazed his scalp, and you felt his chest rumble as he practically purred at your touch. Was the fearsome Eustass ‘Captain’ Kid fond of gentle touches?

"Keep going with my hair. Feels nice," he said, yawning. "You did good for your first time, doll," he said after a moment. You suddenly felt bashful.

"Really? I-I didn't do much," you said, lightly tugging his roots.

He chuckled. "You did what I wanted you to."

You nodded.

"While we wait for my cock to reset...." he suddenly pulled your legs back over his shoulders. "I gotta get a taste of us," he said, licking a long stripe over your pussy. “We taste so good together, doll,” he groaned, licking up your combined cum.

You whined as your body twitched.

"Kiiiid, I can't go anymore, please, I need-"

He licked again.

"You take what I give you, remember?" he said, meeting your eyes with a stern gaze. You covered your face with your arm as Kid set to work with his mouth. You were absolutely going to die today; death by sex.

-

Kid watched you sleep. You looked so sweet and vulnerable. The sheets were a ruined mess of cum, blood, and sweat. Your body was covered in dozens of love bites and fresh bruises, and practically every inch of your skin was stained red by his lipstick. Your sweet face was flushed from the exertion of being fucked 5 times in 10 hours, not to mention all the times he made you cum on his hands and tongue. He dressed, then tossed a towel over your naked body before handcuffing you to the bed. Kid knew you wouldn’t try to leave the room, but he still liked the idea of caging you in. Looking at your fucked out form chained to his bed....he was getting hard again.

Kid pulled down his pants and briefs just enough to free his cock, then crawled between your legs. He spread your legs and hooked them on his shoulders, then slid into you again. He groaned as he felt your soaked warm walls pull him in. He was fast and brutal, pistoning in and out of your cunt until he came with a guttural moan and spilled inside of you. You didn’t even stir.

“Look what yer doin to me,” Kid grumbled at your sleeping form as he wiped off his dick and tucked it back into his clothes.

He was going to enjoy every single moment he had with you as his little cock sleeve. Sure, at some point he would break you or grow bored and throw you to his crew to devour, but for now, you were all his. He’d stolen you from one tower, and locked you away in a new one. You were beauty at the mercy of a beast.

Kid pulled himself away from you and left his quarters. He needed to meet with Killer to go over the loot from the ship. More importantly, he needed to eat. He was fucking starving. He stomped his way to the mess hall and was met by an overflowing plate of food and his first mate. Kid shoveled the food into his mouth, not bothering to talk yet. Killer, familiar with his captain’s monstrous appetite, immediately started heating up another Eustass Kid sized serving. When Kid was half way through the second plate, he started to talk.

“How much berri from the ship?” he asked through a mouthful of pasta. A few flecks of red sauce flew out of his mouth as he spoke.

“A bit over 500 million.”

Kid fell into a violent coughing fit, nearly choking on his food. Killed gave his captain a few sharp back blows as Kid chugged some beer.

“500 million? Are you fucking kidding me?” Kid said through heavy breaths. “Why the fuck was there so much money?”

Killer crossed his arms over his broad chest and leaned against the wooden table top.

“The ship was carrying a princess to Mary Geoise to marry a celestial dragon. It was probably dowry money, or meant for the princess to have as her own money when married,” Killer explained.

Kid imagined his friend was rolling his eyes behind that mask, thinking the answer was oh so obvious.

“Speaking of the princess, is she still alive?” Killer asked.

Kid glowered.

“Of course she’s still alive!” he snapped, finishing his second plate and starting on a third.

“I’m glad you didn’t kill her. Was it good?” Killer asked with a chuckle.

“Fucking amazing,” Kid said. “She was super into it, too. And get this: she thanked me.”

“Thanked you?” Killer repeated.

“Aye, thanked me for taking her. Apparently she would rather be here than married to a celestial cunt or back at home with mommy and daddy,” Kid said, snickering. He chugged another mug of beer and let out an impressive burp.

Though Kid couldn’t see it, Killer cocked an eyebrow.

“That seems…difficult to believe,” Killer said.

Kid shrugged. With his third plate finished, the captain was finally full.

“Kid, she worked closely with the navy and world government. There is a chance this is all some scheme to-,” Killer said.

Kid glared at Killer. Killer sighed.

“Just don’t discount the idea this could be a honey trap,” Killer said, holding his hands up like he was calming a raging bull.

“Hmmmmm,” Kid ruminated. “Lets see how much classified information she’s willing to share, and go from there. If she’s undercover, I’ll kill her myself and send her head to Marine Ford.”

Killer shook his head.

“Her devil fruit is too valuable to just kill her outright, Kid. She knows where every devil fruit user is. More than that, think of the possibilities: she can find islands without a log pose. She can locate any crew or individual. She can sense ships coming way before we can see them. She could navigate us through bases, hideouts, or away from enemies-“

“I get it,” Kid said, interrupting Killer. “Treat her good if she cooperates, and bad if she doesn’t. That was my plan anyways.”

“Yes, but not just as a kink. We need her to trust us and like us, while also deferring to your authority,” Killer said.

“Sex is useful for that,” Kid said, putting food onto a new plate. “Its an easy way to break her will and gain her affection-“

“Or it will make her hate you,” Killer said.

Kid grit his teeth.

“Like I said, I’ll treat her good. Drop it,” Kid said.

Killer sighed, but understood the conversation was over for now.

Kid filled a glass with water and grabbed a cookie for good measure. She seemed like someone who would like sweets.

“See? Room service. Thats good,” Kid said, holding the plate and glass.

Killer didn’t reply. Kid left the mess hall and headed back to his room. He opened and shut his door with his devil fruit, then put the down food on the desk. You were still sound asleep.

“Oi, princess,” Kid said, poking your cheek. “Wake up, lass,” he said, poking you again. And again, and again until finally your silver eyes twitched open. You made a vague ‘hmm’ of acknowledgment and slight irritation. “You’re a mess. Go piss and shower, then you can eat,” Kid said, pulling back the covers from your nude body. He unlocked the cuff, scooped you into his big arms, then deposited you in the bathroom and shut the door.

He waited ten minutes. After twenty he started to get annoyed. After thirty minutes he was irritated. After forty minutes he stomped over and slammed the bathroom door open. You were curled up on the shower floor, fast asleep under the soothing spray of warm water. Kid’s first instinct was to yell at you and berate you for wasting his fucking time. He took a deep breath through his nose, and out through his mouth.

He turned off the water then picked you up off the ground. He wrapped you in a towel, then held you on his lap as he plopped down into his cushy desk chair. Water droplets from your soaked pink hair dripped down the panels of Kid’s bare chest as your head lay on his shoulder.

“You’re testing my fucking patience,” Kid said, twisting his hand into your hair and giving a sharp tug. Your eyes snapped open as you gasped, your chest rapidly rising and falling. Kid stabbed a fork into the pasta, twisted the noodles around the prongs, then shoved it in your mouth. “Eat. Now. I don’t like repeating myself. I ain’t gonna pamper you just cause you were a princess,” Kid rambled, forcing you to take another bite. It dawned on him then that, as he was saying he would not pamper you, he was literally hand feeding you.

"Don’t get used to this shit,” Kid said, his face flushing red. He shifted you in his lap so your back was against his chest, and your ass pressed against his groin. “Its a one time thing, got it? You’re too fucking pathetic right now to even feed yourself, and I can’t have you dying yet.”

Your eyes kept dropping shut, but every time you almost slipped away, you were very rudely woken by Kid shoving more food into your mouth.

“Why the fuck are you so tired?” Kid grumbled, breaking off a piece of the cookie and feeding it to you. “I wasn’t even that rough!”

You perked up as the sugar hit your tongue.

“My body is weak,” you said, taking the cookie from Kid’s hand and eating it yourself. “This was the most…rigorous thing I’ve ever done. I think my system is just a bit shocked.” You frowned when you realized you’d finished the cookie. You moved to get off Kid’s lap, but he held you in place.

“Well, we better work on your endurance then, princess,” he said, biting your neck. He placed your legs on top of his, and spread them open.

------

Many miles and islands away, a group of 5 men sat together.

"So, the search-search user is dead," one said. "A shame."

"St Lawrence wants blood," another said. "As is his right. The Kid pirates killed his bride."

"She was just common stock. He will find another obsession soon."

"Eustass Kid and his crew have disrespected a celestial dragon and the world government. Not to mention he cost us a valuable asset. He needs to be eliminated," the oldest voice said.

"An admiral?"

"No. Start with the vice admirals in the area. We'll go from there. And raise the bounties. We'll make a public display of this pirate filth."

"What if she is still alive?" the final of the five asked.

"If she is still alive, then the Kid Pirates just became one of the deadliest crews in the world."

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Pain. That was the first thing that stirred into your mind as you slowly woke up. Both a dull ache across your entire body, and a sharp pain in your core. The more you came into consciousness, the more pain you felt. A small whimper slipped through your lips as your eyes finally opened. Your vision was bleary and the room was dim. As you blinked the sleep from your eyes, memories crashed over you. The ship. The attack. Eustass Kid. The things he did to you. That you let him do to you. The things you enjoyed. Now, your body was punishing you for such indulgences.

It was one thing to be taken by a pirate, but it was another thing entirely to take pleasure from it. Your body burned from shame. You were disgusted with yourself. You thanked him for capturing you and even asked him to keep you! What the hell were you thinking? Clearly, the stress of yesterday’s situation sent you into a period of brief madness. But mad or not, that did not change your situation. You were a prisoner of the Kid pirates, and at the moment, Eustass Kid’s personal whore. You pulled the red comforter over your head and curled into a ball.

That's when you noticed a weight on your right wrist. Looking down, you saw a handcuff on your wrist, and a chain attached to the cuff. You threw the blanket off and sat up, following the chain. It wrapped around the front right bed post several times, and ended in another cuff, locked onto the leg of the bed. You quickly unraveled the chain from the bedpost, and winced as it clattered to the floor with a great thud.

Eyeballing the length of the chain, you estimated it was long enough to reach the bathroom at the back of the cabin.

“Right. Prisoner,” you mumbled. It made sense to keep you chained up when Kid wasn’t with you, but really, did he actually think you would try to leave this room? This chain felt more symbolic than functional. It was an ever present reminder of your status and situation on this ship: a powerless prisoner. You really hoped Kid would unlock the cuff whenever he was in here.

Accepting the situation, you slowly sat up and swung your legs over the side of the bed. You stayed like that for a minute before slowly standing up. Any time you stood up too fast, you blacked out. So, you rose carefully, leaning on the bedpost for support, and willed your shaky legs to still. It was a slow, staggering, walk to the bathroom, but you made it without falling. You sat on the toilet to piss, but as the liquid traveled, you screamed.

It burned. Oh gods it burned so bad. Tears poured from your eyes as you grabbed toilet paper and desperately tried to soak up the acidic liquid. Looking at the toilet paper, you saw a large spot of red had bloomed across the white. You were still bleeding.

Hesitantly, you inserted a figure into your core, and winced. You could feel small lacerations on your walls. Dull aching pain tore through you as your finger brushed your cervix. Was it possible to bruise your cervix? It certainly felt bruised.

Rising, you caught a glimpse of yourself in the mirror as you washed your hands. Your skin was waxy and your silver eyes were dull and lifeless. Your hair was a horrific tangled mess and you were covered in dozens upon dozens of viscous bruises and love bites.

The tears continued to fall as you took a comb and methodically began to brush out your pink hair. The cuff on your arm made the process more difficult as you strands of your hair would tangle in the metal. When that was done you drew a bath, and slipped in, groaning as the scalding hot water soothed your abused body.

You enjoyed many parts of yesterday(this morning?)’s activities, but the aftermath was dreadful. Would Kid want you tonight? You felt nauseated at the thought of being penetrated in this condition. If you were honest with him, would he listen and give you a break? He had promised to treat you well, though he’d also said ‘you take what I give you.’ You understood you were technically a prisoner, but what freedoms were you allowed? How much autonomy did you have? This was a conversation you and Kid needed to have.

Sighing, you closed your eyes, and searched. Kid was in the enclosed lookout at the top of the first mast. Bouncing off Kid, you saw he was with Killer, and his two officers, Heat and Wire. Neither Heat or Wire had bounties, but were formidable combatants. Heat could breathe fire through unknown means, and Wire, standing nearly 10 feet tall, was an expert with a trident. Bouncing around the ship, you got a hit on 18 other crew members occupied by various tasks. Mapping the distance between crew members, you created a 3D model of the Punk in your head, and watched as the different crew members moved about, appearing like blips on a sonar radar.

Expanding your range, you decided to scout the area. First, you sent out the criteria of navy ships. You got 6 different hits, all about 20 miles away on different sides of the Victoria Punk. Looking on a wider scale, it seemed they were all on a collision course with the Kid Pirates. That was…irregular. Even more concerning was that these were all Vice Admirals. There was one simple explanation: the navy was moving against the Kid pirates in retribution for your apparent death. You quickly got out of the bathtub, then wrapped your hair and body in towels.
You threw your nightgown and dressing robe back on. (You were quite thankful Kid did not rip them in his passion).You needed to warn Kid now, but how? Your devil fruit lets you find people, not contact them.

You shrugged, and started screaming. You didn’t scream any words, just high pitched wails. Sure, Kid probably couldn’t hear you from the look out, but there were 7 crew members right below you on the canon deck. Three of them scurried towards the lookout, while another one climbed the stairs up to Kid’s cabin, and pounded on the door.

“Shut the hell up!” they yelled.

You took a deep breath, and screamed louder.

“Fucking hell! Kid’s gonna kill you if you keep at it,” they said. They sounded worried.

Kid suddenly moved. He jumped out of the lookout and used his power to slow his fall. You could hear him cursing and stomping as he stormed over to the cabin. The door burst open, nearly flying off its hinges. Kid took up the entire doorway, his shoulders heaving with fury.

“You bi-”

“You’re surrounded by 6 Vice Admirals,” you said, cutting him off. “They’re all about 20 miles out and working together to trap you.”

Kid’s anger vanished, and he simply stared at you.

“Thats why you were fucking screaming? For fucks sake woman!” he snapped.

“How else was I supposed to tell you? You were up in the lookout and I couldn’t afford to wait till you decided to come back here,” you said. “How long have I been here?”

“It's 5pm now, so a bit over 24 hours. You slept the whole day,” Kid said, slamming his door shut. He stalked over and sat on his desk.

“Hm. They moved fast. I would guess the order went out during the night to the closest vice admirals,” you said, crossing your legs under you. You winced as pain shot through your core. Kid noticed, and smirked. Clearly, he was rather pleased with himself. You rolled your eyes. "The Navy will be here in two hours, give or take. You need to get out of this trap, or you’re doomed. You cannot fight against 6 vice admirals while surrounded by their ships.”

Kid laughed.

“Don’t underestimate me, princess. I’m Eustass ‘Captain’ Kid. Vice admirals are nothing,” he said.

You rolled your eyes again. Kid’s pride was detrimental.

“That is all well and good, but your ship cannot survive an attack from 6 navy ships on all sides,” you said.

Kid paused, and frowned. Even if he could take down the vice admirals, if they destroyed the Victoria Punk, he and the crew were completely fucked.

“I don’t run from fights, little lass,” he said, gritting his teeth.

“I am not telling you to run, Kid. I’m telling you to move. Set off at max speed and make a break for it between two ships. Then, you can circle around them and pick them off. You can move this ship with your devil fruit, yes? This is all about speed. Get to the ships and destroy them before they can regroup. I estimate you can confront the first two in an isolated battle. You’ll likely have to face the remaining four in pairs.”

Kid stared at you. His brain was running a mile a minute trying to absorb everything you just told him.

“How…what the fuck?” he yelled, slamming his metal fist down onto the desk. “What kind of fucking pampered, pathetically weak, princess knows this much about battle strategy!” he yelled. In an instant, he had his hands around your neck. “Maybe Killer was right. Maybe you are undercover for the world government, huh?” he hissed, squeezing just enough to apply pressure. “Hell, all that shit on your ship could have been faked. Maybe you’re trying to lead me into a trap right now.”

“I’m not!” you insisted. Your voice was barely a whisper. “I’ve worked with the navy for nearly a decade. I didn’t just find things, I guided fleets as instructed. Of course I learned about naval battle strategy you idiot!”

Kid squeezed harder, then let you go with a huff.

“Fuck! Fine! Lets do it,” he said, tugging at his red hair. “But if this a trap; if you’re trying to fuck me over, I swear on my crew that I will flay you alive bit by bit and feed you your own skin as I strip it off,” he hissed, squeezing your jaw.

“A monstrous threat. How good it is then, that I am telling the truth,” you said, unflinching. In your chest, your heart hammered and your stomach turned to led. Kid was completely serious, and that fact alone terrified you. But now was not the time for fear, it was the time for action. If this ship sank, you would die. If it was boarded and you were found alive, you’d be sent back to your kingdom.

Kid held your gaze, his fiery eyes searching for any hint of deceit. You supposed he was satisfied with what he found, because he let you go, and unlocked your cuff.

“Get up. We’re going to the helm,” he said, pulling you to your feet. At the sudden change, your head spun, your legs buckled, and your vision went static. “Are you shitting me?” Kid said, holding up your weight. “Fine,” he grunted, then tossed you over his shoulder. “You’ll help navigate for now. I’ll put you back in here for the fighting.”

Kid marched out of the captain’s quarter and across the desk towards the helm.

“Killer, Heat, Wire, get down here!” Kid yelled, dropping you right in front of the massive wooden wheel. “Kid Pirates! Get on deck.”

The assembly took less than a minute. It helped that Kid’s booming voice could be heard in any part of the ship. Killer, Heat, and Wire joined their captain on the elevated deck with the helm, while the other 18 crew members stood on the main deck, looking up. Killer spared a glance at you, assessing the damage.

“Tch,” Killer muttered, looking at the countless discolored spots across your smooth skin. He had pleaded with Kid not to go overboard! Did his captain still not understand what an asset you were beyond your body?

“Alright fuckers,” Kid said, addressing his crew. “I ken you’ve all been real excited to meet our newest guest.” The crew erupted into cheers and applause. Kid dragged you to your feet, and pressed you against the railing. “This sweet thing is a princess from some rich World Government kingdom in the Grand Line. Even more, she was set to marry a celestial cunt! I thought that’d be a waste, so I took her.”

The crew applauded again. You heard various versions of ‘way to go captain’ or ‘that's our captain alright.’ Kid draped his metal arm over your shoulder, and pulled you into his chest. “I reckon you won’t see much of her, but you’re welcome to come up and say hello when I take her for walks around the deck.”

Your face burned as the crew howled and laughed. Kid laughed with them. Walks? What, were you a dog now…..Was that an upgrade from whore?

“Our lovely princess isn’t just here to entertain me, though she does do a damn good job at it. She’s got a devil fruit, and using that power, she found 6 Navy Vice Admirals trying to surround us.”

A hush fell over the crowd.

“So, we’re gonna do what we do best: fuck them up,” Kid said, his face splitting into a grin. The applause reached a fevered and rapturous level. “To yer posts! Lets get this ship moving.”

The crew rushed off to follow their captain’s orders. Kid spun you around to face his officers.

“6 vice admirals?” Killer said, his voice low. “We can’t win this fight, Kid.”

“I agree. The Punk can’t withstand the barrage of 6 ships,” Wire said. Kid rolled his eyes.

“That’s why we aren’t staying in place, ya eijit. Our little princess is going to guide us between the ships so we can pick them off,” Kid said, shaking you a bit. “I ken what you’ll say Killer and I already decided its not a trap,” Kid said, looking at his first mate. Killer huffed. “So, which way?” Kid asked you.

You pointed.

“The wind favors the South East right now. I would guess you’ll have about 25 minutes between battling the first and second ships,” you said, your eyes fixed at the horizon line.

“You heard the lass. Lets move,” Kid said to Heat. The solemn faced man nodded, and took the helm.

“Hang about four degrees further to Port. This needs to be a direct interception,” you commented, pointing again. Heat looked to his captain. Kid nodded, so Heat followed your directions. Purple sparks filled the air as Kid used his devil fruit to grab the metal base of the ship, and catapult it forwards.

While you watched the horizon, Killer was fully fixated on you. That’s when he noticed it: your eyes were different. They looked like the sniper scope on a rifle. He watched in wonder as the thick line around your iris and the one around your pupil spun around, changing the dilation of your pupils. And it seemed your eyes didn’t move together. While one zoomed in on the horizon, the other zoomed out.

“Only 15 minutes until the ship comes into sight. The Victoria Punk is moving much faster than I anticipated,” you said. You blinked, and the scope marks vanished from your eyes.

Kid puffed up his chest. He absolutely loved when people complimented his ship. Kid pulled a transponder snail from his coat and gave it to you.

“If something changes, use this. Killer, take her back to my quarters then tell the crew to take battle stations,” Kid ordered. Killer nodded, and gestured for you to follow him.

The first mate was silent on the walk back.

“Aren’t you going to threaten me, Massacre Soldier?” you asked, climbing the stairs up to Kid’s cabin.

“What?”

“Well, you’re obviously suspicious of me. I thought you would make some threat about what you would do if I was leading you into a trap,” you said, pausing as Killer opened the door.

“I figured Kid did enough threatening already,” Killer said, holding the door open for you. “Have you eaten today?”

You stopped and looked back at him.

“Huh?”

“Have you eaten today?” he asked again. “Kid hasn’t been back to his room since he got up, so I’m guessing you haven’t. I’ll get you a plate.”

“That isn’t necessary,” you said, shifting your weight between your legs. “There are much more important matters at hand.”

Killer scoffed.

“I’m the ship’s cook, princess. Nothing is more important to me than making sure everyone on the Victoria Punk is fed, and fed well. Well, it's the most important thing after Kid in general, I suppose,” Killer said. “I’ll be back in a few minutes. Sit down.”

Killer softly closed the door behind him. You sat at Kid’s desk, rather stupefied. Why in the world was Killer worried about such a thing? They were about to do battle with a vice admiral! You weren’t even hungry. A bit faint, sure, but your mother always told you that was ideal. It proved how delicate and regal you were. That made sense….right?

True to his word, Killer returned. He gave you a turkey and cheese sandwich, some grapes, a cookie, and a big glass of orange juice.

“Eat.”

Then, he left. What a strange man.

-

All 6 battles went smoothly, and all 6 vice admirals and their crews were brutally butchered. You stayed in Kid’s cabin feeding directions to Heat from the transponder snail. The affair took three hours, and over this time you pick at the food Killer left. You ate all the grapes and the turkey slices from the sandwich, but left the rest alone. You desperately wanted the cookie, but you had one yesterday(early this morning?). In a moment of weakness you drank the juice, but didn’t regret it. You needed the energy to recover from using your devil fruit so much.

You heard cheers from the Kid Pirates as the last ship was looted and sunk. You slowly released a breath, then slumped forwards, resting your head on the polished desk. Thank goodness it was over. A sharp pain throbbed behind both your eyes. At least they weren’t bleeding.

You went to Kid’s bed, but wrinkled your nose when you saw the copious amounts of dried fluids. You easily located a spare set of sheets in the cabinet, and with a bit of struggle, switched the foul sheets for the fresh. You were thankful the comforter wasn't stained. You flopped down and relaxed as the sounds of celebration drifted up from the deck. It served as a lullaby and soon you fell into a deep, peaceful sleep.
-
Kid stumbled back into his room around 4am. The crew had partied for 8 hours straight, reveling in their biggest victory to date. He was beyond sloshed. He fell against the wall as the room spun. When his vision cleared, he saw you, the key behind their victory, curled up on his bed and fast asleep. No, not just the key to victory, the only reason they won. It hit him then: if you hadn’t warned and advised him, his crew would likely have been decimated today. Instead, they were all standing and no worse for wear. Warmth overtook him as he gazed at you fondly.

A plate and glass on the desk caught his attention. He frowned when he saw the dissected sandwich and untouched cookie. When did you get that? He was confident you never left the room, which meant one of his crew mates had brought it to you.

Shit. Kid had totally forgotten to feed you. He cursed at himself. He had promised to treat you well if you were good. He’d told Killer as much and had resolved to do so. But he forgot to give you food. Food! One of the basic needs! He just hadn’t been thinking about you as more than a tool and a toy.

Kid sat on the edge of the bed, and shook you awake.

“Kid?” you said, groggy.

“You did real good today, princess,” he said, pushing your lovely pink curls out of your face.

Even in the dim light, he saw your face flush.

“Ah, thank you. You fought very well,” you said.

Kid grinned.

“Were you watching me, princess?” he asked, poking your cheek.

You looked away and cleared your throat.

“Y-you were fighting the vice admirals. It only made sense to focus on you,” you said, pulling the comforter up to your nose. .

Kid chuckled and patted your head.

“Go back to sleep, doll. I won’t take you tonight. You deserve to rest,” he said, stroking your hair.

You narrowed your eyes.

“I did not expect you to be a kind drunk,” you said.

He laughed again, then pulled off his clothes and metal arm, and laid down beside you.

“Don’t worry. I’ll be back to normal when you wake up,” he said, pulling you close.

“An asshole?”

“Yep.”

“Lovely. It suits you better.”

“Than being nice?”

“Verily.”

“The hell does that mean? Don’t speak fancy to me,” he grumbled, nuzzling your neck.

A smile grew on your face. This version of Kid was bad for your sanity.

“Good night, Captain Kid.”

Kid placed a sloppy, wet kiss on your cheek. You recoiled a bit, but he just held you tighter.

“Night, doll.”

-

The next morning, new bounty posters were carried with the morning paper.

For the crime of murdering the Princess of Soleil and attacking 6 Navy Vice Admirals, the following pirates have been assigned new bounties:

Stitch Smile Heat: 100,000,000 berri. Wanted dead or alive.

Devil Prong Wire: 105,000,000 berri. Wanted dead or alive.

Massacre Soldier Killer: 450,000,000 berri. Wanted dead or alive.

Eustass 'Captain' Kid: 715,000,000 berri. Wanted dead or alive

Chapter Text

Eustass Kid was hungover. He had a pounding headache, cottonmouth, and rolling waves of nausea. So, imagine his reaction when someone started screaming his name and knocking on his door at 9am, a measly 5 hours after he went to sleep.

“Kid! Kid, you need to see this!”

The knocking grew more insistent. Kid heard a few scattered voices screaming, cheering, and calling out for their captain.

“Kid, I’m coming in.”

The door opened, letting in the full force of the morning sun. It was Killer. Kid cracked open one eye and groaned, nuzzling farther into the soft warmth between his arms.

“Shut the hell up,” he groaned, tightening his grip on the body in his arms. He could tell by the soft even breaths that the ruckus hadn’t woken the woman. Who was she again? Fuck! Right, the princess. He nuzzled his cheek against the silky pink hair.

“Kid, this is serious,” Killer said, stalking over to the bed, and yanking off the covers.

Kid growled and sat up. The world spun and he dry heaved over the bedside.

“What? What the fuck do you want?” Kid yelled.

Killer shoved four pieces of paper into his captain’s chest.

“See for yourself.”

Kid muttered more curses as his bleary eyes focused on the first page. It was a bounty poster.

“Stitch Smile Heat one hundred million- Oh shit! Heat got a bounty!” Kid yelled, suddenly wide awake. “A hundred million berri for a starting bounty! Fuck this is pure dead brilliant.”

“Keep going,” Killer said.

Kid shuffled to the next page.

“Devil Prong Wire 105 million berri! Holy hell,” Kid said, cackling. He felt manic. This was incredible. It was about damn time more of his crew got bounties!

Killer cleared his throat and gestured in a circle. Kid held the last two pages side by side.

“Massacre Soldier Killer, 450 million. Eustass ‘Captain’ Kid, 715 million,” Kid read. His bounty had gone up 400 million. Killer’s was up by 288 million. As a crew, the Kid pirates now had a bounty of 1.37 billion. Him and Killer alone were worth 1.1 billion.

“Why?” was the only word Kid could muster.

“Why do you think? Her,” Killer said, pointing at the princess in his captain’s bed. You were finally stirring, woken by the noise.

“What about me?” you said, turning over to look at Kid and Killer.

Kid looked at you and a manic grin took over his face. Kid held up the two bounty posters for you to see. Your silver eyes went wide.

“Is..is this because you allegedly killed me?” you said, sitting up and taking Kid’s bounty poster from the captain’s hand.

“You and those vice admirals from yesterday,” Killer said with a small chuckle. “The crew is losing it. They’re already starting the party up again.”

Kid collected the four posters and passed them to Killer. In turn, Killer put them on the desk.

“Good on ‘em,” Kid said, his eyes fixed on you, his princess. “I’ll be out in a bit. You wanna stay?” Kid asked, looking back at his first mate. Killer considered his captain’s offer, then shrugged.

“I’ll watch,” he said, dragging the desk chair over to the headboard.

“Watch? Kid, what does he mean?” you said, your face heating up.

“Just watch? Yeah right. 100 berri says you won’t be able to keep your hands off,” Kid said, ignoring you.

“I’ll take the bet,” Killer said, taking off his blades and sitting in the chair, his legs spread open.

“Kid!”

“You have bad manners for a princess,” Killer said, looking at you. “You should really be calling him Captain Kid.”

Kid snickered, then put his metal arm back on.

“You know what? I think my first mate is right. You need to fix that attitude of yours. You’re a doll, not a brat,” he said, grabbing your jaw and pulling your chest flush with his.

Your eyes darted between the two men, still terribly confused.

“Fuck, she really is a dumb whore,” Killer mumbled. “She doesn’t get it yet.”

“I know. She’s a natural at it,” Kid said, pushing his hand under your nightgown and pulling it up to your thighs.

“Kid, stop! He’s-”

A sharp slap was delivered to your ass. You yelped.

“That hurt!” you said, tears brimming.

Kid and Killer laughed at you. Killer’s laugh was fascinating.

“That's the idea. It's not punishment if it doesn’t hurt,” Killer said between laughs. Kid spanked you again, this time on the other cheek. “You’re lucky Kid isn’t using his metal hand.” Kid hit your ass again and again, relishing in your genuine screams of pain. He finally stopped after delivering 10 brutal slaps to each of your cheeks.

“I don’t understand,” you whined, tears rolling down your cheeks. Kid eagerly licked them up.

“You really need me to spell it out?” Kid asked, massaging your stinging ass. He hadn’t held back much of his strength. You buried your tear stained face in his neck and nodded, still sniffling.

“Ohhh, sweet little princess,” Kid cooed. His tone was so patronizing you wanted to slap him. “I’m gonna fuck the life outta you, and Killer is gonna watch and get off on it. I don’t think he’ll be able to resist your screams, though, and will join in.” You whimpered again, terrified of being watched in your most vulnerable state.

“And I’ll help teach you manners,” Killer said, leaning forwards and running his fingers through your hair. “If you’re disrespectful, you’ll get punished. You’re a doll. A cock sleeve. Dolls need to behave.” He said, suddenly pulling on your hair. “Guess you got my captain too pussy whipped to keep you in line.”

“Shut the hell up,” Kid said to Killer, rolling his eyes. Kid pulled you to your feet. “Take off your clothes. Let Killer have a nice look at’cha.”

You were shaking now. Kid alone was hard enough to deal with. But at least you could close your eyes and hide your face in the pillows or his shoulder. Now, you would be completely exposed. Displayed.

“I-I can’t,” you said, pleading with Kid. “Please, captain, I-”

“Look! She’s already doing better,” Kid said. “But I don’t like repeating myself. Strip. Now.”

You were breathing quickly now. Too quickly. You forced yourself to take a deep breath in and out. You didn’t want Kid to get mad at you; that would only end badly. But there was something else; an urge to listen. His words from last night rang in your head. The praise had sounded so sweet from his tongue. You wanted to hear it again.

You started by untying your robe. You let it drop to the ground. Kid smiled.

“Good girl. Keep going,” he said.

A shiver went up your spine. You needed those words again.

You undid the laces at the front of your nightgown, slowly exposing the tops of your breasts.

“Fuck,” Killer murmured.

You grabbed the hem of the nightgown, and slowly pulled it up your legs, over your ass, your breasts, and finally over your head. You put it down on the desk. Instinctively, you crossed your arms over your chest.

“No,” Kid said. His tone was stern, but not aggressive.

You obeyed. Its what you were best at, after all. Kid placed his hands on your waist, rubbing circles on your hips.

Kid took one of your nipples into his mouth and sucked. He rolled the other in his flesh hand while he cupped your cunt with his metal hand. You shivered and closed your eyes. Killer’s cock strained against his jeans. He palmed himself through the rough fabric. Kid lightly pinched your clit as he bit down on your nipple. You whined.

Kid pulled back and licked your breast. His tongue found its way to your neck where it swirled around your pulse point. Kid’s teeth latched onto the skin there, sucking and biting over top a fading love mark. You whimpered again, the pitch sharper. Your chest shook as your breath became heavier.

Killer undid his jeans and pulled his boxers down just enough to free his aching cock. It was about an inch shorter than Kid’s, and a tad more slender. Kid mimicked his friend's actions and pulled off his boxers. He pulled you onto his lap and put his hands on your hips. He pulled you back and forth across his cock.

“Roll your hips. Good, like th– fuuuuuuuck,” he groaned as you ground on him. “You sure you don’t want a feel, Kil?” Kid asked, looking over at his friend. Killer was lightly squeezing his balls, completely entranced by the way your plush thighs and tits rippled as you moved on Kid. “She pretends to be all proper and shy, but I know she’s just a needy whore at heart. I’m sure she’d like the attention. You gonna give it to her?”

“Nice try, Kid,” Killer said, slowly stroking his shaft. “That 100 berri is mine.”

Kid shrugged, then lifted you up and slammed you down onto two metal fingers. You screamed into his neck. Killer groaned.

“Bounce on my fingers. God, you’re so tight,” Kid said, sucking on the top of your breasts. He squeezed your sore ass with his flesh hand. “Fuck, I need to feel you again. I need to split you open,” Kid said, lifting you again. He pulled out his fingers, then lined you up with his cock. In one rough movement, Kid shoved you down onto his entire length, bottoming out.

You screamed again as pain tore through you in waves. Tears fell as you sobbed against Kid, still hiding your face in his neck. He set a slow pace, moving your body up and down while thrusting up into you. He rubbed your clit, helping you relax a bit.

“You’re squeezing the life outta me princess, fuck, relax or I’m gonna cum,” Kid moaned. “Stop hiding your pretty face from Killer,” Kid said, grabbing your face and turning it so you were looking right at Killer. Kid pulled on your hair, making you arch your back. “Yeah, show him your tits. Let ‘im watch ‘em bounce.”

Kid picked up the pace and Killer synched his strokes to it. He was bucking his hips into his hand. He wanted to touch you. He wanted to sink his teeth into your neck and squeeze your tits. He wanted to grind against you and cum all over your ass.

“Fuck it,” Killer said, then leaned forwards and shoved his fingers into your mouth. Kid laughed, fucking up into you harder and harder. Killer swirled his fingers around your mouth, then pulled them out, and held out his palm.

“Spit,” he said, and you obeyed. Killer pumped your saliva onto his cock, groaning louder as his cock grew slick. “Fuck, Kid lemme have her mouth.”

“Go ahead, we’re celebrating,” Kid said. “Get on the bed. Lets spit roast this bitch.”

Kid pulled you off him and put you on your shaking hands and knees. Killer kneeled in front of you and pulled your head level with his cock. Kid kneeled behind you, and slammed back into you. You let out a broken cry as his balls slapped against your clit. He was hitting that strange wonderful spot deep inside you. Killer twisted his hand into your hair, and pulled your mouth onto his leaking tip.

“I assume Kid showed you what to do?” Killer asked.

You opened your mouth wide and let Killer push in.

Fuck, your hot, wet, mouth felt amazing on his member.

You didn’t like the feeling of Killer in your mouth. It was hard to breathe and it hurt your throat and jaw. Saliva dripped out of your mouth making a mess. But Killer was moaning with no regard. He clearly liked it, so you hallowed your cheeks around him and did your best to suppress your gag reflex.

While Kid pounded into you from behind, Killer pounded into your mouth. Killer grabbed your tits while Kid reached his hand around and started rubbing your clit. Your senses were going haywire. You couldn’t take it anymore as you built up and up and up until that coil finally snapped. Your body shook as you came hard on Kid’s cock. Your walls clenched and pulsed around him.

“Shit, fuck,” Kid cursed over and over again as the tension in his abdomen and balls broke. He came, pumping hot spurts of cum into your cunt, painting your walls white. He grabbed your hips and pulled you onto his cock as hard as he could as his legs shook.

Killer lasted about another 30 seconds before shoving himself deep down your throat and emptying in your mouth. His vision went white as he dumped a massive load into your throat. Fuck, he was backed up. He hadn’t had anything but his hand for months. He was the loudest of you three as he came.

“Swallow it all,” Killer said to you, pulling his cock halfway out your lips. He heard you choking and coughing, but you kept your mouth shut, and swallowed. “Oh, fuck, good girl. Good job. That was a lot, I know, but you took it all.”

Kid finally finished riding out the aftermath of his orgasm, and slowly pulled out of you. With both men out of you and not holding you up, your arms gave out and your torso hit the bed, your ass still in the air.

“Best 100 berri I ever lost,” Killer said, flopping back against the headboard. He pulled you forwards, chuckling as he heard Kid’s cum ooze and bubble out of you. He laid you flat on your stomach and put your head on his thigh.

Kid laughed and joined his friend at the top of the bed. He gently stroked your hair.

“Told yah so,” Kid said. “I’m thinking when she gets more comfortable we can get Heat and Wire in here too. Proper gang bang. Stuff her full and paint her white.”

“I think she has a while to go before that. She almost lost it earlier,” Killer said, wiping away a stale tear from your cheek.

Kid shrugged.

“Lets get her up into the bathroom. Then, we have a party to get to,” Kid said.

-
After using the bathroom, rinsing off, and redressing, you slept soundly for the rest of the day. Killer came in at noon and left a plate of food on the desk. When he came back 7 hours later with your dinner, he saw the lunch untouched, and you, still fast asleep, chain on your wrist. He frowned, put down the plate, and walked over to you.

He shook your shoulders and you groaned in response. He snapped his fingers in front of your face a few times.

“Princess, you alive?” he asked, flicking your forehead.

You finally pried your eyes open and glared at Killer.

“What?” you muttered, pulling the blanket up to your chin.

“Its 7pm. You slept the entire day,” Killer said, pulling the blanket off of you. “You didn’t eat lunch. Its already dinner time.”

You tried to pull the blanket back from Killer, but obviously, it was a pointless struggle.

“I’m not hungry. I’ll eat later,” you said, yawning.

Killer scoffed.

“Does Kid let you get away with this shit? Stop being a brat. Sit up and eat,” Killer said, grabbing the collar of your nightgown and wrenching you up into a sitting position.

You whined in protest, tears pricking at your eyes.

“Please, I’m tired. I just want to sleep. Kid doesnt care how much I sleep or eat!” you insisted, slumping against the head board.

“Thats not a good thing. If Kid is going to keep a pet, he needs to take care of it properly,” Killer said, pulling you off the bed. You stumbled and fell against Kid’s desk. You winced as your hip bone collided with the wooden edge.

“So I’m a pet now? Tell me, is that an upgrade from sex doll?” you snapped, straightening up.

Killer scoffed.

“Are you always this bitchy, or do you just play nice with Kid?” Killer snapped. He picked up the plate of grilled chicken and shoved it into your arms.

You took a deep breath, and cooled your mind.

“I don’t appreciate being woken so rudely. I lose my composure when I do not sleep enough,” you said. “I apologize. It was unbecoming of me.”

“A full night’s sleep and then an extra 9 hours wasn’t enough?” Killer asked. “Stop staring at the chicken and eat it. Or does the princess need me to cut up her food for her?”

You ignored him and plopped down into Kid’s cushy desk chair. You cut the chicken into small pieces and took a delicate bite. You chewed for about a minute, trying your best to choke it down. You felt nauseated by the process of eating anything except sweets. Your kingdom’s doctors said it was a side effect of whatever illness you had. Oh, right.

“Killer, when you raided my ship, did you find medicine on it? Glass vials with silver liquid,” you said, forcing down another bite.

He shrugged.

“I’ll ask our doctor. She’s the only one who bothers raiding med bays. Why?”

“I’ve been taking that medicine daily for the past 8 years. Its been over 48 hours now since i’ve had a dose,” you explained.

“Whats it for?”

It was your turn to shrug.

“I don’t know. I was not informed on the nature of the illness or the medicine,” you said.

“So you just took it without knowing what it did? And how could you just not ask about your own health?” Killer said.

“I did as I was told. No questions, no complaints, and no protests,” you said, narrowing your eyes. “As far as I can tell, your captain quite enjoys the doctrine of submission drilled into my mind.”

Killer took a moment to think.

“I think he might like this side of you better,” Killer said, smirking behind his mask. “Maybe he’ll stop chaining you up and treating you like a cock sleeve if you show a little spunk. Dolls get boring, and Kid throws away boring things to the crew.”

You pushed the largely untouched plate away with a huff. The cuff and chain on your wrist ‘clinked’ from the movement.

“I am finished.”

“Fine.” He took the dinner and lunch plates. “I’ll ask House if she found the medicine.”

“Thank you. And for your information, I already knew your captain enjoys a degree of back talk. Just enough attitude to make him laugh, but nothing close to open defiance. I am no fool, Massacre Soldier. Your captain’s appetites are not difficult to unravel. You needn’t tease me on such things,” you said, crossing your arms and turning up your nose.

Degradation in acts of shameful passion was one thing, but you couldn’t handle disrespect.

“But what if I like teasing you?” Killer said. You tried to think of a dignified or snappy retort, but your mind went blank. Killer laughed at you, then shut the door.

You were fuming. In the 2 days you’d been on the Victoria Punk, Kid had never managed to get a rise out of you, so why was it so easy for Killer to do so? You much preferred the beastly bull headed Eustass Kid. He did not make you flush with anger or lose your composure. He did not care to exchange words. The only thing he wanted to hear from you was his name screamed in passion. It was a transaction: he kept you alive and away from your family in exchange for free use of your body and devil fruit. It was defined, simple, and easy to accept.

You stewed in your irritation. Even though you had only met Killer and Captain Kid, Killer was certainly your least favorite of all the Kid Pirates. How dare he! As you reflected further, you realized he didn’t actually do much. And that made it all the more unforgivable! How dare he fluster you and occupy your thoughts after one measly taunt and a few words!

You grumbled to yourself for another 30 minutes. You were very, very glad when Kid drunkenly stumbled into the room. He would offer reprieve from these foolish thoughts.

He grinned, then unlocked your cuff and pulled you to your feet. “Its your lucky day princess! You get to join the party!”

Or not.

Chapter Text

-30 minutes earlier-
Killer laughed as he walked away from the captain’s quarters. Oh, you looked delicious, all flushed and flustered. He kept laughing to himself, the wretched sound drowned out by the rock music and screams of his crew mates. Killer tossed the spoiled lunch food over the deck, then brought the hardly touched dinner to his captain who was leaning on the railing by the helm. Kid made quick work of the food.

“You need to make sure she eats,” Killer said.

“The princess?” Kid asked through a mouthful of chicken. Killer nodded. “If our food ain’t good enough for her, the bitch can starve.”

Killer thwacked his captain on the back of the head.

“Oi!”

“The food isn’t the problem, it's the act of eating she struggles with,” Killer said. “If she keeps skipping meals, she’ll get too weak to use her devil fruit.”

Kid finished the chicken, then placed the empty plate on the thick railing. He looked over the main deck where his crew danced and drank and sang.

“They would all be dead if it weren’t for her. She could have kept her mouth shut and let us get slaughtered. She could have just given a warning and stopped after that. She could have just reported movements instead of advising on strategy,” Kid mused, watching Quincy throw up over the railing, then immediately start dancing again.

“She’s smart,” Killer agreed, carefully watching his captain’s face. Kid wasn’t smiling, but he wasn’t snarling. His brow was furrowed and his lips were pressed in a thin line.

“She’s got more spirit than you’d think. Should ‘ave heard her when I went in there and woke her up.”

Kid chuckled, but his expression remained taut.

“Ah, that was a numpty move. You’ve gotta placate her when you wake her up. Dick her down, brush her hair, give her a bath,” Kid listed off, looking into his mug.

“I brought her dinner,” Killer said, crossing his arms.

Kid barked a laugh this time.

“No wonder she snapped at you. Wish I could piss her off that easy. She just whines. When she does get an attitude, she always manages to reign it in right before she breaks. Never gives me a reason to punish her,” Kid grumbled.

“I did tease her about being a bit too perfect. Something about you getting bored and giving her to the crew,” Killer admitted.

“Hm. She didnae take kindly to that?” Kid asked.

Killer shook his head. Kid’s eyes gleamed with malice.

“You think she’s scared of the crew?” Kid asked, a wolfish grin slowly spreading across his face.

“I would be, if I were her,” Killer said.

Silence fell between the two friends. Kid kept drinking.

“I want to make her cry,” Kid said.

“You already do,” Killer said.

“I want to cut new holes in her body and fuck ‘em full of my cum. I want to break her ankles and wrists so she cannae do a thing without me there. Not walk, not brush her teeth, not wipe her arse after shitting. Nothing. Promises be damned,” Kid mumbled, staring at the dark horizon.

A chill ran up Killer’s spine.

“But how could I do that to someone who saved my crew? Saved me?” Kid sighed, and dropped his head.

“You already agreed-”

“Yeah, I fuckin know what I said!” Kid hissed, finishing his drink. How many had he had now? “Treat her good if she’s good. Why should I have to stick to that stupid little promise? I’m the captain and she’s my prisoner. I dinnae have to do shite for ‘er,” Kid slurred. “I’ll just force her to use her devil fruit to help us.”

Killer remained quiet. Kid didn’t actually want his opinion. His captain just wanted to voice these thoughts and work them out for himself. Kid scoffed and poured himself another drink.

“That wouldnae work. We could never know if she was being honest or not. Aye, this only works if we can trust her, and she can trust me,” Kid mumbled. “Tch. I hate when I cannae do what I wanna do.”

“But, you don’t actually want to hurt her like that. Not really,” Killer said.

Kid got another drink.

“It would be good in the moment, and shit in the long run,” Kid said.

“Sure. But, still, you don’t actually want to hurt her like that,” Killer said again. Killer knew very well that Kid liked to break his toys. But he also knew that Kid took good care of his prized possessions. If kid wanted to break the princess’s bones, they would already be broken.

Kid’s whispered reply was drowned out by Quincy, Heat, and Wire running up to the helm platform.

“Captain! Captain, can the princess please come out to play? Please, please, pretty please?” Quincy begged, hands clasped together.

“If you think about it, she’s the reason for this party,” Wire said.

“We’ll behave super well,” Quincy promised, crossing her heart.

“I want to touch her hair,” Heat said.

“Oh, me too!” Quincy said, bouncing on the balls of her feet.

Kid’s mood switched like a light turning on. But his eyes burned with malice. Ah! This was exactly what Kid needed: a way to make you cry without causing permanent physical damage. It may not scratch the itch the same way breaking bones did, but it would help clear his head at least.

And when it was done, he’d carry you back to bed and hold you tight while you cried into him. Him, the conductor of your torment, and the only comfort you had. With sweet touches and gentle praise he’d make you forgive him. You couldn’t stay mad at him; he wouldn’t allow it.

He just needed to show you what would happen if you were bad, and then you’d be too terrified to disobey him. Too terrified to go through it again.

But if you begged him to save you? To lock you back up all safe and sound? Well, how could he refuse that? The very thought of you screaming and pleading for him to help you made his cock ache.

“Fuck it, why not? It's a special occasion,” Kid said, clapping his hands together. “Heat, Wire, you’re the guests of honor. You can do as you please. The rest of you, keep your grubby paws off the goods.”

The crew cheered, and Kid stalked off to his room. Killer sighed, and shook his head. Either you’d break down and Kid would feel guilty, or Kid would get too jealous and throw a tantrum. This wasn’t going to end well for anyone.
-
-Present time-

“Its your lucky day princess! You get to join the party.”

You stared at the grinning, slightly swaying, pirate captain in front of you.

“Thank you for the invitation, but I am quite comfortable where I am,” you said, sitting down.

Kid growled and snatched you up into his arms.

“What made you think that was an invitation?”

Kid held you against his side with his metal arm, and moved your legs so they wrapped around his torso. You did not like being held in this way; it reminded you of how one carries a child.

With gusto, Kid kicked his door open, and carried you down the stairs to the main deck. This was your second time seeing the Kid Pirates, and they seemed just as eccentric and dangerous as before. Kid dropped you on the ground, but kept a hand on your head. He pressed your head against his outer thigh. You kept your face neutral, but inside you were seething. You had yet to calm down from Killer’s provocation, and now Kid was making it worse. Oh, how you loathe this passive humiliation.

“Heat, Wire,” Kid called, beckoning the two huge men forwards. “Have fun. Don’t break her. Same goes for everyone else.”

Your heart sped up.

“Wh-what do you mean by that?” you asked, grabbing onto Kid’s coat. He looked down at you with that damned self satisfied smile.

“Simple, doll. Heat and Wire here deserve a treat for getting bounties, and the rest of the crew wanted to say a big thank you for helping us out.” He patted your head a few times.

“Have I done something wrong?” you asked. Damn it, you voice was shaking.

His eyes gleamed. A predator in the moonlight.

“This is a present! Arent you tired of being in that room? Its just a taste of what the crew is like. Enjoy yourself, lass,” he said. With that, he walked away from you, and joined Killer at the helm.

Ah. So this was just some sick joke. You’d done nothing to deserve whatever was waiting for you. But, what exactly was waiting for you?

Reluctantly, you turned your attention to the crew. They surrounded you, but kept a respectful distance. Some looked at you with curiosity, others with excitement, but most with hunger. Wire, especially, devoured you with his eyes.

Heat knelt down, and offered you his hand. You accepted it, placing your dainty hand into his massive calloused one. He pulled you to your feet and placed his other hand on your hip to keep you steady. You dipped your head.

“Thank you,” you said, keeping your voice smooth.

Fuck Eustass Kid. If he wanted to see you squirm or beg for his help, then too bad. You would not break. You would lift your head, and accept the situation. You would not give him a shred of satisfaction.

Wire took a step forward. You offered him your other hand, and despite looking confused, he took it. Heat slowly carded his free hand through your hair. Wire fixed his eyes on the tops of your breasts.

“I am pleased to make your acquaintance, and glad for the chance to properly extend my thanks to you all,” you said, looking around at the crew. “When you attacked my ship, you all saved me from a most unfavorable fate. So, thank you,” you said, giving a shallow curtsy.

“Uuuuuuh, you’re welcome? I think?” someone from the crowd said.

You smiled sweetly.

“So, what does a Kid Pirates party look like?” you asked, tilting your head and batting your eyes.

Just like that, the tension broke. The crew started talking all at once.

“What was it like as a princess?”

“Hey, what does the captain do to you in bed?”

“Is that your natural hair color?”

“Your tits look great in that night dress!”

“Take off the robe!”

“Come dance!”

“Get a drink!”

“Gimme a kiss!”

You smiled lightly and backed into both Heat and Wire, strategically pulling their arms in front of you.

“Aha,” you laughed, nervously.

“Why don’t we start with a drink?” Wire said, ruffling your hair.

“Lets get the music goin’ again,” Heat said, his tone oddly morose. “Its never a party without the band,” Heat said, looking down at you.

The two men pulled you over to a table with various kegs and bottles. Heat handed you a shot glass and filled it up with a clear liquid. He poured one for himself and Wire. You smelled the liquid, and recoiled as the scent burned your nostrils.

“Drink it all in one swallow. Throw your head back and try to splash it down your throat. Don’t hold it in your mouth,” Wire explained. He demonstrated, knocking back a shot. His face scrunched up for a moment as the alcohol burned his throat. “See?” he asked, wiping his mouth.

You nodded and hesitantly brought the shot glass to your lips.

“We’ll do it with you,” Heat said, pouring himself another. “Trust me, you’ll enjoy this all more if you’re a little tipsy.”

“Ah. Very well, then,” you mumbled. You clinked your glass with theirs, then tossed the liquid into your mouth. A viscous tremor ran through your body as you gagged. It burned! It was completely vile. No matter how much you gagged and coughed, the taste lingered.

“Shit, here,” Heat said, shoving a cup into your hands.

You drank whatever it was without hesitation and found it was some sort of juice. You relaxed as it washed away the sting. A deep warmth traveled through your chest and settled in your stomach.

“Sorry, I forgot to give you a chaser,” Wire said.

“Take another shot,” Heat said, refilling your glass. You shook your head.

“Absolutely not. That was horrid,” you said.

He pushed the shot glass into your hand anyways.

“C’mon, be good. Captain was nice enough to let you off your leash to play with us. You don’t want to disappoint him, right?” Wire said.

You grimaced. Without another thought, you knocked back the shot. The shaking was worse this time. Your stomach roiled. You washed it down with the chaser. Heat gently patted your head.

“Good job,” he said, softly.

A shrieking sound pierced through the air. You jumped, then wheeled around towards the source. You saw 4 crew members had equipped various instruments and had started playing. The music was loud, amplified by black boxes. Two guitars played in conjunction, but they were different from any guitar you’d seen. Instead of wood, they seemed metallic. A four stringed version of the two strange guitars joined in, and finally the drummer came in, setting a strong back beat.

It was aggressive, fast, heavy, and brutal. You’d never heard anything like it before. The two guitars and their four stringed counterpart were enhanced with wires and smaller black boxes. You tuned out the lyrics and focused on the musical structure. It was a basic 4/4 rhythm with the same 4 basic chords repeated multiple times. You were taken aback when one of the guitar players stepped forwards and began riffing.

Heat and Wire watched your expression change from alarmed, to bewildered, to fascinated. You subtly tapped your index finger against your chaser cup, matching the drum beat. You picked out a lower, heavier sound from the melody, and assigned it to the four stringed guitar. You felt it in your chest.

“The one with four strings. What is that?” you asked, not tearing your eyes away from the instruments.

“Seriously? Thats a bass guitar,” Wire said. “They don’t have bass guitars where you’re from?”

“A bass? That can’t possibly be right! Its much too small and there is no bow,” you said.

“You’re thinking of an upright bass,” Heat said.

You shifted your attention now to the crew. They were dancing. At least, you supposed they were dancing. They threw their bodies about, grinding into each other on occasion. They jumped up and down and thrashed their arms with no form, steps, or coordination. Each of them danced in their own way. Even when they held hands or leaned into each other, they were not dancing in exactly the same way.

“They are dancing without partners,” you commented, slightly tilting your head.

“So?” Wire said.

“Is that a problem?” Heat asked.

“No. No, its not a problem,” you muttered. “It just seems less fun to dance by yourself.”

Already, you were feeling different. Your shoulders relaxed and the tension from your strict posture melted away. Your head felt fuzzy and your thoughts weren’t moving right.

“She’s feeling it,” Wire said, throwing his arm over your shoulders.

Your face flushed, but you could not deduce if it was from Wire’s close proximity or the alcohol.

“One more, then we’ll join the others,” Wire said, handing you a third shot.

You frowned, but complied. You finished the last of your juice to wash it down, then followed Heat and Wire to join the rest of the crew. Your arms and legs were tingling in a strange way and felt a bit heavy.

“Yay, you’re here!” a tall woman with puffy orange hair said, throwing herself at you. “I’m Quincy! I’ve been dying to talk with ya. All us girls have.”

“Pleasure to make your acquaintance,” you replied.

Quincy laughed.

“Captain was right! You do talk funny,” she said, squeezing you in a tight hug.

5 other women joined your clump. They introduced themselves. You made special note of House, who said she was the crew’s doctor.

“So, whats your name?” Emma asked. Emma’s most distinctive feature was her fish fin shaped hair.

You told them your given name, then said “though, as the first princess, I was referred to by the kingdom’s name. It is tradition for both the first prince and princess to adopt the name of the kingdom, so I was known as Princess Soleil. When my older brother ascends the throne, he will reclaim his given name,” you explained.

Your tongue felt stiff.

“Thats kinda weird,” Dive said, playing with her green braided pigtails.

“Aw, don’t be rude, Dive,” Emma said, flicking Dive on the forehead. Dive bit Emma’s hand.

“If you prefer it, you can refer to me by any of the names your captain uses,” you said with a small smile. “Though, some are quite inappropriate.”

They all laughed, and your smile grew. You felt dizzy now. You leaned against Heat and clutched Wire’s thick arm.

“How much did you idiots give her?” Hip, a beautiful woman with a blonde bob and tan skin, asked.

“Just 3 shots of vodka,” Heat said, stroking your hair. You leaned into his soothing touch.

“Back to back? She’s never had hard alc before idiots! And look at how slim she is,” Hip scolded.

“Just wanted her to have a fun time,” Wire said, snickering. His hand ghosted over your breasts. He was curious to see how much he could get away with before Kid intervened. Despite what his captain said, Wire doubted Kid would let him and Heat fuck you.

Normally, after Kid had shared a doll with Killer, he would let Heat and Wire have a turn before they were handed over to the rest of the crew. Obviously, you were different. You had a useful devil fruit and had already proved your worth. Not to mention, Kid had yet to injure you. Normally after three days there would at least be a few broken bones and deep cuts. But all you had to show for your time with Kid were bruises and hickies.

Wire felt Kid’s eyes on him, watching closely. Sneaking a glance over his shoulder, Wire saw his captain’s face set in a snarl. Or, was it closer to a pout? Kid held the helm’s railing in a death grip as he watched. Wire placed a kiss on your head, then another on your temple, and a third at the corner of your lips. Wood creaked, strained, then shattered as Kid’s grip broke the railing. But, Kid made no move to intervene, just glared.

You blushed viscously as Wire peppered your face, hair, and neck with feather light kisses. Occasionally, he dragged his tongue over your skin. It made you shiver.

“Here, eat this,” Hop, a woman with a very tall ponytail topped with a cross hairpin, said. Her voice pulled your mind back to the present and away from Wire’s soft ministrations. She handed you a cookie.

Your eyes gleamed. You ate it without hesitation, sighing as the carmel clumps melted on your tongue.

Hop handed you three more. You joyfully devoured them. For some reason, at this moment, you felt no guilt or shame for indulging in sweets.

“Let me taste,” Wire said, tilting your head towards him. You swallowed, then offered him a bite, but he shook his head. He pressed his lips to yours. Wire squeezed your jaw, forcing your mouth open. He pushed his tongue inside your mouth, relishing in the sweet taste the cookies left behind.

You froze, eyes open. You felt dizzy.

“Is it good?” Heat asked as Wire pulled away.

“Delicious,” Wire replied, licking his lips. “You should get a taste.”

Heat grabbed your waist and pulled your chest flush with his. Your mind was stalled like a sputtering engine. Heat tenderly cupped your face, then kissed you slowly and sweetly. His lips and tongue were hot, oddly so. But it was a comforting sensation. You slowly closed your eyes and lost yourself in this deep kiss.

Heat pulled away, breathless and flushed. He tucked a loose pink curl behind your ear.

The band started a new song.

“Here, try this!” Quincy yelled, handing you two shot glasses. One was filled with pink alcohol and the other was filled with neon green jello. “That one is vodka mixed with pink lemonade, and the green is a jello shot. Run your tongue along the rim to loosen the jello, then slurp it down, girlie pop.”

You watched Quincy do it, then followed suit. This was far more pleasant than the straight vodka from before. Though a strange texture, it tasted deliciously of sugar and candy apples. You tried the pink vodka next, and once again, were pleasantly surprised by the taste. You didn’t need a chaser for this one. You licked your lips after it went down.

Wire grinned, then pulled your lips to his again, pushing his tongue into your mouth and relishing in the taste of alcohol and sugar.

“This one is blue-raspberry flavored vodka,” Hop said, offering you the shot as soon as Wire pulled away.

“Ah, thank you, but I do not think it wise for me to keep-”

“Hush now. Don’t kill the vibe,” Emma said, laughing.

Wire took the glass from Hop while Heat grabbed your hair and tipped your head back. Wire dumped the bright blue alcohol down your throat, then spit into your open mouth as well. Heat chuckled, then did the same, before releasing you.

Heat wrapped his arms around your waist and pulled your back flush against his chest. Wire jerked one of your legs up and curled it around his thigh. You felt his barely contained erection press against you. His leather pants did very little to hide his monstrous size.

Everything was spinning. Heat and Wire fed you another shot. Quincy handed Wire a purple jello shot, snickering. He loosened the jello, popped it into his mouth, then spit the glob of gelatinous alcohol into your mouth. You choked a bit as it slid down your throat. Wire kissed you and helped the jello shot down your throat with his tongue. One of Heat‘s hands slid from your waist to your breast. He pinched your nipple and you winced.

Everything was spinning. How much alcohol had they given you? Three shots at the table. Then the pink shot, the jello shot, and the blue shot, and just now another plain shot and a second jello shot. It all happened within 10 minutes.

You were so warm. Too warm. Your face was flushed and you found it hard to breathe. You felt off balance and slumped deeper into Heat’s grasp. Wire noticed, so he pulled your second leg onto his waist. You were fully held up by the two men now; Heat held your torso while Wire held your legs and ass.

The noise from the band drowned out the voices around you. The lights on the deck seemed brighter, as your vision focused and unfocused. It felt like your head was underwater. Fingers caressing your inner thigh brought you crashing back to reality. You squirmed a bit, trying to shake them away. Laughter surrounded you.

“She wants this so bad,” one voice said. “Barely touched her and she’s already squirming.”

What? No, you were trying to get away, not encourage them. You wanted to tell them this, but all you produced were a few mumbles. Tears welled up in the corner of your eyes. You were confused and immobile and it was too warm.

Suddenly, you were torn away from their grasp.

—

Kid had watched the scene slowly play out. One kiss had been enough for him to break the railing. Then Heat kissed you, and the way you melted into it filled him with molten fury. Your face didn’t look that relaxed when he kissed you. Did you like Heat better? You ungrateful slut!

He ground his teeth and bounced his leg as Wire and Heat spit into your mouth, leaving their claim inside you. He bit his knuckle when Wire pulled your legs around his waist and Heat groped your big beautiful tits. Your silver eyes were glazed over and your head seemed limp. It wasn’t surprising; his crew had pushed you into drinking a huge amount of alcohol. It was too many shots way too fast, especially on an empty stomach.

Kid tasted iron as he bit through the skin of his hand. Blood pooled into his mouth as he bit harder. His teeth hit bone.

You writhed away from Wire’s touch. The crew mistook your action for desire, but Kid knew it for what it was. He’d seen you do the same thing while overstimulated, pinned under him.

“You can stop them,” Killer mused, standing by Kid’s side.

Wire’s hand trailed to your core. Heat bit into your neck. He was going to leave a mark on your pulse point; a mark right on top of Kid’s. He couldn’t take it. He could not stand someone else laying such a visible claim to you, and even worse, replacing him on your flesh. He had put himself(and you) into this situation, and now he fucking regretted it. Fuck. His chest ached.

So, he stormed over like a rampaging bull, and snatched you away from the men. He carried you in his arms through the mess hall and onto the small deck in the mouth of the dinosaur figurehead. He gently placed you on the wood railing. He put his metal hand on your waist, keeping you steady, then placed his flesh hand on the back of your head, and pressed your face against his shoulder.

Your warm alcohol tinged breath tickled his skin as it came in fast bursts. You were dead weight against him. He held you tighter, and gently stroked your hair. Blood mixed into your pink locks. Ah, his hand was still bleeding. You were barely conscious.

“I’m never letting anyone else touch you like that again,” he whispered into your neck. His sharp canines grazed the skin where Heat bit you. “No one. I didnae like watching ‘em taint what's mine. I nearly bit my finger off tryin’ to stop myself from killin’ ‘em all.”

“You have no one to blame but yourself, you asshole” you whispered back.

“Hm,” Kid grunted.

“Why…why did you do that?” you asked, swallowing hard. You wanted water.

“I wanted to hurt you,” he said in a voice far too tender. “Scare you.”

“You broke your word,” you said, lamely pushing against his chest.

“I didnae let it get far,” he said.

“Is that supposed to make it better? You put me in that situation. You are no hero for saving me from your own design, Kid,” you spat.

“You should ‘ave cried for my help. Why didn’t you cry for help? I’d ‘ave stopped them the moment you did. I...I wanted you to cry for my help,” Kid said, nuzzling his face into your neck.

“I guessed as much,” you murmured, taking in his scent of steel, salt, and booze.

“Why’d you stay quiet?”

You smiled wearily.

“To deny you satisfaction.”

Kid laughed.

“Gutsy move, lass,” he said.

You were both quiet for a moment. The band still wailed in the background, but out here, you could hear the ocean lapping at the ship. The chill sea breeze kissed your cheek, providing a reprieve from the warmth that thrummed through your body.

“I understand I am your prisoner, and as a prisoner, you can do with me as you will. This is the situation, and I can accept it as my reality. But you broke our agreement, and as such, I have no obligation to lend you my powers,” you said.

He grumbled.

“Apologize to me and make your oath anew, and I will agree to continue lending you my power.”

“I won’t beg and I won’t ask forgiveness from anyone,” he hissed, digging his fingertips into your waist. “Eustass ‘Captain’ Kid does not apologize to anyone.” Sure, he regretted it all, but to apologize was to lower himself to you.

“You have lost what modicum of trust I had in you and must work to renew it. Apologize, and we can move forwards. If not, let us be done,” you said. You managed to sit up and straighten your spine. Your head was so heavy.

Snow and fire collided as your wills clashed. Whose pride was stronger? Kid dug his nails into the bite mark on his hand.

“I made a mistake,” he said through grit teeth.

“And?” you prompted, tilting your head.

His body was tense. He practically shook with rage. He remembered your body, limp and trapped between Heat and Wire. Worse, he remembered the confused and shocked look on your face when he left you to his crew. The betrayal. The hurt you let show for only a second.

“I apologize. As long as yer useful, I will not break our agreement again,” he said. The placating words tasted like bile.

You stared at him a moment longer, before crumpling over and letting your head fall on his shoulder again. Even if he was lying, the simple fact he said those words was enough for now.

“Very well, then. But should you break it again, my abilities will be lost to you,” you said, closing your eyes. Even with your eyes closed, the world was spinning. Kid wrapped his arms around your waist.

“Fine,” he spat.

Silence again. The minutes ticked on as you remained in his arms. He periodically toyed with your hair or kissed your neck.

“I hate you for this,” you muttered, the alcohol weighing down your mind. “You betrayed me.” Tears pricked your eyes.

“I already fucking apologized,” he grumbled.

“I know. And I accept it. But I still hate you,” you whimpered. Your mind was hazy. Every emotion you had suppressed for the past three days was crashing onto you all at once.

Kid had nothing to say. No comforting words or further apologies. He held you while a few rogue tears slipped from your eyes. Guilt gnawed at his gut. What a foreign sensation. He thought he wanted to see you cry. But here you were, siffling in his arms, and he fucking hated it. Killer was right: he did not want to hurt you. Maybe its because you were soft, or witty, or beautiful, but your tears burned his skin like acid.

Still though, Kid didn’t have any words, so he simply held you in the moonlight, the sea the only witness to this display of weakness.

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You didn’t remember much of what happened next, but you knew you were sick. Very, very sick. You remembered practically falling overboard as you threw up over the deck, purging the alcohol from your system into the ocean. You pitied the poor sea creatures that had to deal with your vomit.

You also knew Kid stayed with you. He didn’t say much outside of simple commands such as ‘drink this’ while pressing a cup to your lips or ‘take a bite’ while offering bread, but he was there, keeping your hair behind your head and making sure you didn’t die. Was it guilt that made him stay by your side for hours, or was it compassion for your pathetic state? Perhaps he was just watching over his investment. As far as you could remember, he never snapped at you or even implied he was annoyed with you.

When the sun finally rose and you’d gone 45 minutes without throwing up, Kid scooped you into his arms and carried you below deck to the med bay. House was already there, dressed in her lab coat, and ready to administer IV fluids to help you get hydrated. Kid stayed, silently observing from the corner. House fed you pills then rinsed your mouth with a potent minty solution that finally washed away the acrid taste of vomit clinging to your tongue and throat. She forced some sips of plain broth on you, then let you rest.

Sleep came easy.
-
The moment House left the infirmary, Kid pulled a chair to your bedside. He straightened out your hair, gently pulling his fingers through any obvious knots. He began to mindlessly twist small sections of your hair into tiny braids, scattering them around your head. He’d hated watching you be sick for hours. Every pathetic groan and whimper that left your lips was a knife twisting in his gut.

Your pain hurt him. The only pain you should feel is what he inflicted on you. But, only good pain. Sweet, gentle, loving pain that served to show how much he adored your body and clever mind. Part of Kid wished you weren’t so damn clever. If you were stupid, his plan going forwards would be much easier. But your intellect was one of the things he found so delightful about you. The way you talked circles around him with your dumb fancy words made him rock hard.

This situation had forced Kid to acknowledge that you were more than a doll, you were his doll. His. All his. It didn’t matter that it had only been a little over three days. Eustass Kid was a man who did everything ferociously, and this included loving.

Of course, he didn’t love you; not yet, at least. This was something Kid didn’t have a name for. But it burned through him, circulating through his body along with his blood. No, this feeling was his blood. He wished he could cut open his rib cage and take you inside of body, all safe and sound and his. That way you’d always be close to him; a part of him! He wanted all of you. Your body wasn’t enough anymore. He wanted your soul.

And Eustass Kid always took what he wanted.
-
When morning came and passed with no sign of Kid, Killer knocked on his captain’s door. After three rounds of knocking and no answer, Killer opened the door and was shocked to see the bed empty with no sign of Kid. Killer checked the workshop next. But just like the bedroom, Kid’s precious workshop was silent and empty. Killer frowned. He knew you were down in the med bay getting IV fluids and sleeping off last night, but where did Kid end up?

“Probably passed out in a closet,” Killer muttered. He began the laborious process of checking each room of the Victoria Punk, looking for any sign of a red feather coat and the grumpy red head it accompanied. After clearing the dorms, sex rooms, and supply closets of the first sub deck, Killer arrived at the last room of the deck: the infirmary.

Killer was genuinely surprised at what he saw. There you were, sickly and sweating on the exam table, and there was his captain, sitting in a plastic chair far too small for his stature, right at your bedside and staring at your sleeping form intently.

“Uh, Kid?” Killer said, leaning against the door frame.

“Hm.”

The captain just grunted. He didn’t look away from you. You winced in your sleep. The frown on Kid’s face deepened. Kid hadn’t blinked yet.

“I didn’t expect to find you here. House said the princess would be fine to just sleep it off,” Killer said, sitting on the edge of your bed. “You don’t need to babysit, so, why are you here?”

It had never occurred to Killer that Kid would have stayed by your side while you were in the infirmary. There was no real reason for Kid to stay with you, so why did he? Did he want to fuck you while you were passed out on a hospital bed?

“D’you ‘ave a reason for botherin’ me?” Kid snapped, his voice low and gravely. He looked up at Killer, glaring.

“You look like shit,” Killer said. “Did you sleep last night?” Kid’s face was waxy and pale, his orange eyes bloodshot, and his eyes were ringed with deep purple.

Kid grumbled and turned his gaze back to you. He carded his flesh fingers through your hair, moving it out of your face. Killer noted you had little braids in your hair now. Did House do them?

“I was up with her,” Kid muttered, idly twisting a pink lock between his fingers. He pulled the strand of hair to his lips, and kissed it. “She didn’t stop hurling till dawn.”

“So?” Killer shrugged.

“So, I had to watch over her, you dumb ass! She nearly threw herself overboard trying to get her sick over the rail instead of on the deck,” Kid hissed, clenching his fist in your long hair.

“Ok, sure. But why are you still here with her? She doesn’t need you to watch over ‘er anymore,” Killer said, crossing his arms. Genuinely, he just didn’t understand his captain’s motives. The only explanation at this point was that Kid cared about the princess outside of a tool or fuck doll.

“She needs me,” Kid hissed, pressing his forehead against yours.

“Does she?”

“I’ll make her need me.” Kid pressed a kiss to the tip of your nose. “That's what I really wanted out of everything last night. I want her to need me. I want her to adore me.” He kissed your forehead. “I’ll toy with her pretty head until I’m the only thing she knows. She thinks she’s so fucking smart, but I’ll get to ‘er. I cannae break her will by fucking up her body, so I’ll fuck up her brain.” He kissed your sweet plump lips.

Like the first time Killer saw Kid throw you over his shoulder 3 and a half days ago, Killer took a few steps back; a survival instinct telling him to get away from his best friend. The look in Kid’s eye as the bull of a man tenderly stroked your cheek was something more than desire or hunger…it was obsession. Killer left the infirmary, leaving you in the maw of the beast.
-
You were woken by the sensation of a knife being stabbed through your eye. You groaned and slowly opened one eye. You promptly realized the mind splitting pain was a headache, not an actual knife. You blinked a few times, trying to clear up your bleary vision, then frowned. You didn’t recognize this ceiling. You did, however, recognize the weight on your chest. Looking down, your suspicions were confirmed when you saw a head of wild red hair resting on your chest. Kid was snoring away, drooling on your chest as he slept.

Keeping your left eye closed, you turned your head back and forth, taking in the room. You were in a well stocked and shockingly professional looking infirmary. It reminded you of the Marine medical facilities you’d visited on occasion. Looking closer, quite a bit of the equipment had the Kid Pirate Jolly Roger painted poorly over the Marine symbol. There were also some machines you didn’t recognize at all and seemed cobbled together from scrap metal and the guts of other devices.

Kid let out a particularly loud snore, so you gave the back of his neck a rather harsh poke. He grumbled and nuzzled against your tits. You poked him again.

“Kid, get off. You’re heavy,” you said, lightly tugging on his hair.

“Shush,” he said, flicking the side of your thigh with his metal fingers. The small gesture delivered a shockingly harsh sting.

“Ow!”

Kid chuckled.

“You deserved it. Don’t be a brat,” he said, turning his head to look at you. His eyes were glassy with sleep, and his under eyes were painted purple from exhaustion.

“You look as bad as I feel,” you said, running your thumb over his discolored under eye.

“Eh, don’t worry. You look like shite, too,” he said with a snort. Like always, he leaned into your touch, desperate for the soft affection.

You scoffed.

“I am the First Princess of Soleil. It is impossible for me to look anything but beautiful,” you said, turning up your nose.

Kid grinned, then lightly nipped at your clothed breast.

“Mmmm. I like that confidence, doll,” he said. “Better watch yourself, though. I only got to fuck you once yesterday. I’m holding back as a courtesy, but I dinnae mind taking you on that cot.”

“How kind of you,” you said with a small laugh. You knew well that Kid wasn’t joking.

You began running your hand through his hair, gently grazing your nails over his scalp. Kid melted into you, letting his weight sag down against you and the edge of the bed. He closed his eyes.

“I like when you do that,” he mumbled.

“I know. Why do you think I’m doing it?” you asked, a small smile forming on your face. Ugh. You hated when Kid was sweet and quippy. It made your chest flutter.

“Aww, doll, you’re such a good girl,” he practically purred. “So good to me. My sweet girl.”

Your face flushed. Damn him.

“Shush,” you said, mimicking his earlier command.

“This mean you’re not mad at me?” he said.

Your hand paused. Kid cracked one molten eye open. You chewed on your chapped lip, then gave a slight nod.

“I do not want to be angry at you. That would not be pleasant for either of us, so I will forgive you. But,” you sharply curled your hand into a fist, yanking on the roots of his hair. He snarled. “I will not forget.” You released your grip, and returned to gently playing with his hair.

Kid narrowed his eyes, but didn’t retaliate against your little show of force. It made blood rush to his dick. He liked that little spark you had.

“How long have I been asleep?” you asked him, closing your eye.

“Most of the day. Its around 4pm now. Happy fourth full day on the Punk, doll,” Kid said, closing his eyes again.

“How long have you been here?”

“Since I brought you here at dawn,” he said, yawning.

“Why?” you said, your chest fluttering again. He shrugged his big hulking shoulders.

“I wanted to,” he said, like it was the most obvious thing in the world.

“Thank you. That was…kind,” you said after a few moments.

Kid smiled.

“Don’t read into it. I just wanted to make sure you didn’t hurl in your sleep and choke on it,” he said.

You scoffed again and pushed his head off your chest. He whined.

“Why must you be so uncouth?”

“The hell does that even mean?” he said, flicking your thigh in the same place as before. You hissed and pulled your legs away from him.

“It means lacking refinement and general gentile manners,” you said, sitting up.

“I’m a pirate, lass.”

“I have met well mannered pirates before,” you said, crossing your arms.

Kid laughed.

“Yeah? Who?”

“The warlord Donquixote Doflamingo had most impeccable manners. Then again, he is a king, so perhaps that is not a fair example,” you said.

Kid furrowed his brow.

“When the hell did’ya meet that preening wanker?”

“He called upon my services quite often. Since he serves the marines as a warlord, he had access to my abilities,” you explained, stretching your arms over your head. “I saw him a few times a year. Dressrosa is a lovely country and quite open to visiting pirates, so long as they do not cause trouble. I believe you would quite enjoy the colosseum.”

Kid took you in for a moment.

“How many high ranking ass hats did you know?” he asked, rising and stretching as well. Fuck, his back hurt.

“Among the navy? All of them. Though, I saw some much more often than others. Doffy, Vice Admiral Garp, and Admiral Kizaru stopped by the most. Though, in Kizaru’s case, he rarely had business and simply enjoyed avoiding work by pretending he had jobs for me,” you said, yawning behind your hand.

Kid just stared at you. He realized now that he’d been so busy fucking you, he’d forgotten to get any information out of you.

“Doffy?” he finally managed to say.

You flushed.

“Oh, two or three years ago he asked me to address him by his nickname. Though I was obligated to aid him as he is in service to the Navy, he was courteous enough to treat me as a business partner and friend rather than a tool,” you explained, looking away bashfully.

Truthfully, you developed quite a girlhood crush on the warlord. He’d even suggested marriage at one point, but the World Government blocked the match, saying a princess of an affiliated country could not marry a pirate, warlord or not. You pushed it from your mind. It was all in the past, and not worth remembering.

“We’ll circle back to all this shite later,” Kid said, handing you two bottles of pills and a glass of water. “That one is painkillers. You can take two. The other is birth control. House gave you an emergency contraceptive before you passed out, then advised you to start on those. I dinnae wanna deal with a wee one, ya ken?” he said a bit awkwardly. You nodded.

“Yes, I quite agree,” you said, taking the pain killers and one contraceptive pill.

You put the glass down, and Kid easily scooped you up into his arms. He placed a wet, over exaggerated kiss on your cheek.

“Right, lets get yeh back where ya belong, doll” he said, ferrying you back to his room. “We’re getting to a new island tomorrow morning. Can you give it a scan?” he asked, opening and closing his door with his power.

“For what?”

“Marines and pirates,” Kid said, carrying you straight to the bathroom.

You nodded, and activated your power. Kid turned on the faucet for the large bathtub.

“No marines on the island or within 25 miles. There seems to be a pirate crew on the island, but I don’t know what crew it is. They don’t have a devil fruit user,” you said, shutting off your power. “They seem about 23 strong. The island itself is well intact at the moment, so this crew hasn’t rampaged. Well, not yet. I will check again in the morning before you dock.”

Kid tested the water, then started stripping off his clothes.

“Get in with me,” Kid said. You nodded, and slipped off your sweat and spit stained nightgown. You held up the garment and frowned. You’d been wearing it for four days. “I need new clothes,” you said, slipping into the water on the opposite side of Kid. He immediately pulled you between his legs, your back flush with his chest. He rested his head on your shoulder, lavishing your neck in lazy kisses.

“Yeh can wear mine,” he said, squeezing you tighter.

“First off, your clothes will not fit me. Second, I will not wear men’s clothes,” you said, leaning back into him. He curled his legs around yours, caging you against him. He sank his teeth into your neck, then swirled his tongue over the mark, soothing the sting.

“Thats dumb, but fine. I’lll buy you shit on the island,” he said, grinding his semi-hard cock against your ass. He pulled you further into his lap, placing your pussy right over his cock.

“Nothing vulgar,” you said. Your breath hitched as he rutted against your folds.

He brutally pinched your clit making you cry out in pain.

“I’ll buy you whatever the hell I want. Its not like anyone else will see. I’m not letting you out of this cabin again, little slut. You enjoyed that kiss from Heat just a bit too much. How do I know you won’t hop on his dick the moment I open the door, huh?” he hissed in your ear, rubbing circles on your clit. He pressed his tip against your hole. Your breath hitched. He hadn’t prepped you nearly as much as normal.

“What are you talking about?” you demanded, trying to squirm away from him. He pinched your clit again.

“Playing dumb, huh? Fine,” he said, his iron grip anchoring you in place. He thrust up, shoving half his length into you. You hissed in pain as he wrenched you apart.

“I-it hurts! Stop it,” you said, elbowing his chest.

He ignored you, and thrust up again, fully sheathing himself inside you.

“Bad girls don’t get prep,” he said, setting a brutal pace. The water splashed over the side of the bath, soaking the floor. Kid didn’t care.

“I don’t understand! You’re the one who pushed them on me,” you said through grit teeth. You dug your nails into his biceps. Kid shifted to his knees, putting your thighs on top of his. He hit deeper inside you. Small drops of blood tinted the water.

“Shut up. Yer mine. You shouldn’t ‘ave liked it when he kissed you. You shouldn’t like anyone’s touch ‘cept mine,” he snarled into your neck.

“I didn’t like it you idiot!” you yelled.

He picked up the pace. Your body was slowly adjusting to accommodate him, but fuck, it burned. The pain was greater than the pleasure. What the hell had set him off? Just minutes ago he was completely calm!

His fat cock bullied your cervix without mercy. His bites got deeper and deeper until his teeth finally broke skin. He eagerly lapped up the pinpricks of blood that bubbled to the surface. You cried harder.

“I don’t want Heat. I don’t want anyone to touch me except you,” you insisted, trying to calm him down.

His hips stuttered. He trembled.

“Say it again,” he ordered, slowing his thrusts just a bit.

“I don’t want anyone’s touch but your’s, Kid,” you said, reaching back and cupping his cheek.

“Say you’re mine.”

“I’m yours.”

He groaned into your neck. His pace was erratic now. He was getting close.

“Again. Say it again.”

“I am yours, Captain Kid. You are the only one I want,” you said, your voice purposefully soft.

Kid came with a deep, guttural groan, burying himself as deep as he could. You felt his streams of hot cum spurting against your cervix, filling you up. Kid panted, constricting you in his arms. He stretched his legs out, relaxing against the bathtub again. He kept his slowly softening cock buried in your warmth.

“Good girl. Dinnae forget it. Never forget it. I’ll put you in whatever clothes I want. I’ll do whatever I want to you. This room is your world now, and I’m your god,” he muttered.

He sounded fucking deranged. Fear sunk in your stomach like led.

You kissed his jaw.

“I know, Kid,” you said, desperate to soothe this strange mood of his. You reclined against him, laying your head over his heart. You kissed his chest. “I’m yours. You must trust me when I say you’re the only one I want. It hurts my heart that you would doubt such a thing.”

Kid whimpered. You had him now.

“I-I,” he swallowed harshly, then buried his face into your neck. “I dinnae mean to upset you.”

“I know, dear one,” you said, sweetly. Gently. Softly. Kindly.

What a simple creature he was. Violent, angry, vicious, and prone to emotional outbursts at the drop of a pin, but simple. So long as you avoided triggering this strange hyper possessive mood, you could work with the simple parts. For now, you would continue doing whatever he asked of you, offering the sweet words and touches he craved. But who knows what the future would bring?

Whatever game Eustass Kid thought he was playing with you, you were already two moves ahead.

Chapter Text

The Princess of Soleil was dead; murdered by the Kid Pirates in a raid on her ship.

The story had been front page news and read everywhere in the world. It debuted alongside the four new wanted posters after the Kid Pirates decimated 6 Vice Admiral ships less than 24 hours after her death. The story read:

Tragic and shocking news has rocked our world as reports of the death of the first Princess of Soleil are confirmed. The princess, a devil fruit user and great ally to the marines and world government, was sailing to the holy land of Mary Geoise to wed a world noble. Just three days away from her destination, the princess's ship was attacked enroute by the vile and notorious Kid Pirates. The Kid Pirates are the front runners of the Worst Generation, with their captain Eustass Kid holding the highest bounty among the Supernovas.

An official statement from newly inducted Fleet Admiral Akainu stated that, based on the wreckage and the few bodies that were recovered, it seemed the pirates boarded the ship, killed every one aboard, robbed it of all valuables, then burned it. A body thought to belong to the princess has been recovered and will be returned to Soleil for a royal burial. In reaction to this heinous crime, six vice admirals were sent to bring the Kid Pirates to justice, but the devils managed to eek out a victory against our noble marines.

When asked for a comment, King Theo of Soleil replied: "We are beyond devastated. There are no words that can convey the depth of grief the royal family and the entire kingdom of Soleil feel. Princess Soleil was a beacon of light, strength, and compassion to our subjects, and fulfilled her duties as first princess to perfection. But more than that, she was my daughter, and no parent should have to bury their child. What could be crueler than that?"

King Theo's sentiments do indeed seem to be mirrored across the country. Each citizen that was interviewed spoke nothing but praises for the princess, and expressed their grief at her loss.

"This loss is especially tragic considering Princess Soleil was three days away from her marriage to St. Lawrence, one of the esteemed world nobles," her brother, Prince Soleil said. "We were all so excited for her. Just a few days ago, the entire kingdom was celebrating her, and now, we're mourning her. I have full faith that the marines will bring the scum that killed my beloved little sister to justice."

We here at the Worlds Economy Newspaper offer our most sincere condolences to the royal family of Soleil and wish them well in these trying times.
- - -
Vice Admiral Mokey D. Garp quietly sat in the captain's quarters of his ship, a newspaper torn to shreds at his feet. He'd read the article over a dozen times before it fully sunk in. Princess Soleil, that sweet pink haired girl, was dead. He didn't buy the shit her father and brother spewed about immeasurable grief; they'd done nothing but over look and abuse the princess her whole life. He didn't doubt they were devastated at loosing the connection to the Celestial Dragons, and in that sense, sure they mourned her. But 'there are no words that can convey the depth of grief?' Fucking bull shit.

He knew that girl well. He'd been the one to first confirm her devil fruit powers, and had been the main liaison between her and the marines since then. As sweet as she was, she always seemed...sad. Sad and unhealthy. But Garp never asked about it; it wasn't his place. Now, he wished he did. He wished he'd been the shoulder to lean on she so clearly needed.

Garp was pulled from his thoughts when his transponder snail warbled.

"What?" he huffed.

"I assume you've read the paper?" Kizaru's unmistakable drawl came through clearly as the transponder snail shifted, now wearing a pair of glasses and a bored expression.

"Whats it to you? You sending me after that brat?" Garp asked, leaning back in his chair.

Kizaru yawned.

"If I was going to send anyone, it would be myself. I'd wipe out those ants in seconds," Kizaru said. There was a slight tremor in his voice. Right, Garp had forgotten, but the admiral also had a close familial relationship with Princess Soleil. "But no. Our wonderful new fleet admiral told me not to act, and asked me to pass on the same message to you."

"Why? These rookies crossed a damn line. They messed with a princess and a celestial dragon's fiancé. Why isn't Akainu mobilizing to go after them?" Garp snapped.

"Apparently, this order comes from above Akainu," Kizaru said. "The five elders want us to leave it alone, for now."

"The five elders? Shouldn't they want us to go after the Kid Pirates? Its a miscarriage of justice to let these pirates roam free," Garp grumbled.

"I'm just the messenger, Garp," Kizaru said. "Those geezers were always interested in her, so there is probably more going on behind the scenes than we know about."

Garp stayed quiet, contemplating the admiral's words.

"I'm curious: do you really think they killed her?" Kizaru asked after a few moments.

"They found her body."

"Ha! They found a charred, water logged, female corpse. That doesn't prove shit," Kizaru said. "Lets think about it this way: even if Eustass Kid didn't know she was a princess, or a celestial dragon's bride to be, or a devil fruit user, she was still gorgeous. You really think he wouldn't take her with them?"

Garp's hands tightened to fists.

"She'd be better off dead," he spat.

"Oh, I agree, but still. It feels out of character for Captain Kid to kill her off the bat. He likes taking prisoners to torture, yeah? He and his crew can keep them for weeks on end. But, lets say Eustass Kid did figure out who our little princess was. There's not a damn chance he'd kill her if he learned about her fruit; its just too valuable. Surely, if they were torturing her, the princess would tell them about her fruit and try to broker a deal. She was smart as hell with a silver tongue. She could do it."

"You think they're holding her captive to make use of her power?" Garp mused. "Thats worse than her being dead or tortured. That would be a disaster for the entire world. The limits of the Search Search Fruit were still being investigated, but Vegapunk's theories were...alarming."

"She'd be a fuckin' menace if his 'lock on' idea was true."

"Damn it. If the Kid Pirates have her and she continues to develop her powers-"

"The Kid Pirates are more dangerous than we could imagine," Kizaru said, finishing the sentence.

Both men sat in silence.

"Did you take this to Akainu?" Garp asked.

"Yep. He just repeated the order: don't act, wait for further instructions."

"Hmm. It does seem like his hands are tied, then."

"You know what I'm more curious about than anything else?" Kizaru asked.

"What?"

"How is that damn flamingo going to react?"
-

Doflamingo was seething. Seething and pouting. She was dead. His lovely princess was dead. Butchered by a group of fucking nobodies. How dare they? The first princess of Soleil was destined to be his. She was the only woman beautiful enough to be worthy of him!

He’d put in years of effort to woo her and win over her royal parents. He knew she had fallen for him; little girls lose their heads so easily. All that work was destroyed by the world government in a single word. A word the princess repeated when he generously offered to steal her away to Dressrosa: No. She cited some bullshit about duty and responsibility to her kingdom and family, but it didn’t matter. She still rejected him.

Tch. That exquisite spoiled little brat. He still hadn’t forgiven her for that offense. To reject him was an unfathomable slight. Even after her refusal to elope with him, and even after her engagement to that detestable toad Lawrence, Doflamingo was still scheming to get her. But now she was truly lost to him.

Doflamingo sunk further into his plush armchair, draining yet another glass of wine. He could hear his family members whispering outside his door.

“It’s been hours, and he’s still upset. What should we do?” Pica said, his voice unmistakable.

“Of course he’s upset; the princess who rejected him is dead. Doffy lost any chance he had at getting back at her,” Trebol said with a snicker. Someone hit Trebol, and the slimy man cursed them.

“Just follow my lead,” Diamante said, opening the door. His three officers filed in.

“What do you want?” Doflamingo hissed.

Noticing his captain’s empty glass, Diamante quickly opened a new bottle.

“More wine?” he offered.

“Whats the point? Nothing helps,” Doffy grumbled, but held out his glass for Diamante. “First, that girl had the gall to reject me, and now, she’s gotten herself killed. It's unforgivable,” Doflamingo hissed. The freshly topped off glass shattered in his hand, splattering Diamante with wine. “This is a disgrace. A black mark on my reputation. No one wins against me!”

“Well, she didn’t win, Doffy. She’s dead,” Pica said.

Doffy threw the stem of the wine glass at Pica.

“Thats the same thing! She escaped me. She was supposed to be my queen. Mine! To sit by my side, have my heirs, and use her power at my command. Its all ruined now.”

“You know, it disturbs me to see you like this, Doffy,” Diamante said, dropping to one knee before Doflamingo. “Even on your worst day, you know every man in Dressrosa wants to be you. This country admires and adores you; they’re awed and inspired by you. So what if some little princess got away? You are worth so much more than her, and she isn’t worthy enough to plague your mind,” Diamante cooed.

Doffy’s lip curled up in a sneer. The words soothed his wrath to a degree, but they didn’t change the facts. He would never have a chance to rectify Princess Soleil’s refusal of him, and he would never have the chance to take revenge for the humiliation she caused him.

“That little girl was a fool that couldn’t understand your perfection,” Diamante said.

“You’re the one acting the fool,” Doflamingo snapped. “Your flattery can’t alter the situation.”

“But don’t you see, Doffy? The situation isn’t nearly as bad as you think! You’re still Donquixote Doflamingo, the King of Dressrosa, and the greatest kingpin the underworld has ever seen. Princess Soleil’s death could never change that. You’re the object of every woman’s desire and every man’s envy.”

Doffy laughed.

“As a specimen, yes, I’m intimidating,” he mused, a smile creeping onto his face. Diamante’s flattery was so sincere(and correct), it truly was beginning to lift the Warlord’s mood.

“See? You know well that you’re the best. In everything from fighting to ruling, no one can compare to you,” Diamante crooned, laying it on thick.

Doffy chuckled, then stood.

“I suppose you’re right in all of that. Losing the princess isn’t too detrimental to our plans,” he mused, stalking towards the balcony and looking out at his kingdom.

Trebol and Pica both gave Diamante two thumbs up. The three officers knew their captain was weak to praise, but to actually fix Doffy’s mood was impressive indeed.

“Will we go after Eustass Kid?” Diamante asked.

“No. Not directly. Akainu sent an order out to myself and a few Navy dogs saying we aren’t to pursue the runt,” Doflamingo hissed. “So we’ll send out a proxy crew; someone who doesn’t sail under our flag. Preferably a group with a grudge against the Kid Pirates. Im not afraid of defying the Navy, but its better not to kick the hornets nest if I don’t have to.”

A smile crept onto his face.

"With the princess gone, I suppose I'll just have to take my anger out on the cur who took her from me."

Chapter Text

Kid spent the next two hours buried between your legs, switching between his tongue, fingers, and cock. He didn’t stop when Killer delivered dinner, choosing to eat with you straddled over his lap speared on his cock. He didn’t stop when you begged him, only relenting after you blacked out.

He brought you to the bathroom where you used the toilet and rinsed off while he stripped the cum and sweat soaked sheets off the bed in favor of a freshly laundered set. He joined you for the end of your shower, then happily towel dried and brushed your hair, taking out the little braids he did earlier.

“Here,” he said, handing you a plain black shirt and a pair of boxer briefs.

You eyed the clothes skeptically.

“I’ve never worn something like this before,” you said, pulling the shirt over your head. The cheap material chafed oddly against your pampered skin. The shirt was far too big and fully covered your ass. The briefs were worse. You ended up knotting the waistband with a rubber band to keep them from sliding off your slender hips.

Kid snickered as he looked at you. You rolled your eyes and climbed into bed, burying yourself under the maroon comforter.

“You needn’t poke fun,” you said, pulling the blanket all the way up over your nose. Kid took off his metal arm, then flopped into the bed.

“You look ridiculous,” he said with another little laugh.

You huffed indignantly.

“You are the one who insisted on these clothes, remember?” you said, turning on your side. Kid slotted himself behind you, coiling around your form.

“Aye, and I do like it,” he said, kissing the top of your head. “But yer right that they dinnae fit well. It’ll be fun to get you clothes and dress you up like a real doll.”

“Yes, yes,” you said, lacing your fingers through his. “I look forward to the surprise."

As you neared sleep, a thought began to nag at you. You knew Kid was capable of horrific violence, and even more, that he enjoyed committing such acts. But he'd never been truly violent with you. Since he first took you to bed, you hadn't been scared of him even once. His strange behavior in the bath had reminded you just what the man tenderly curled around your body really was: a sadistic, mass murdering, pirate.

If you weren't a princess...no, if you weren't a devil fruit user, what would he have done to you? What had he done to women in the past, and would he do it to you? He'd made his promise of protection anew, but he could change his mind at any moment. Your devil fruit was all that stood between you and the cruelty Eustass Kid was famous for.

"I can hear you thinking, princess," Kid mused. His warm breath tickled your neck.

"Wh-...how?"

"Yah tensed up and started chewin' on the inside of your cheek," he said, lazily poking the side of your face. "Did'ya detect something?"

"No, no, nothing like that. I just....can I ask you a question? One I know that I will not like the answer to?" you asked, turning over so you faced him. He rolled his eyes.

"Ask what ya want. Dinnae mean I'll answer it," Kid said, pulling your chest flush against his bare one.

"What would you have done to me if I didn't have my devil fruit power? Or if I wasn't a princess, or engaged to St. Lawrence?" you asked, looking at him carefully. Kid's sleep laden eyes snapped open and for a moment, you were scared you'd angered him. But then he grinned. It was a different look from the self satisfied smug smile you'd grown accustomed to. A chill ran up your spine.

"What would I 'ave done if everything interesting and useful about yah was stripped away, hm?" Kid mused, stroking your hair. "You wanna ken what happened to girls before ya, is that it? The nasty little details of what I've done to my previous fuck dolls? The things I did that broke their spirits worse than their bodies?" he asked, pressing his thumb against you bottom lip. His tone was painfully condescending.

"I wouldnae 'ave killed you on sight. Yer too pretty for that. I'd have taken you back here and tossed you on this bed, just like I did. But I'd be on you quick, and I'd be rough; rougher than you've ever had me. I'd break your bones." He wrapped his fist around your wrist, and squeezed lightly.

"Then take a serrated knife and make nice long cuts. Ruin this sweet soft skin," he gently stroked your arm, dragging his fingers from your wrist to your shoulder. Goose bumps rose in the wake of his warm touch.

"I'd gouge out your eye." He pressed his thumb against your left eye. "Then ram my cock into the hole." He tongue lolled out the side of his mouth. "Imagine that. The first time you ever have a dick in yah and its shoved in your eye socket." He laughed.

You began to tremble. Kid's eyes were hazy with lust while his grin had faded to a love sick smile. A bit of drool peeked out of the corner of his lips and his pale face was flushed. He was lost in the euphoria of this fantasy.

"When my cocks nice and slick from whatever's left of yer eye, I'd fuck yer little virgin pussy. I'd tear you up inside and out. After that, I'd fuck this tight ass." He reached around and pressed his index finger against that tight ring of muscle. He applied a bit of pressure, pushing just the very tip of his finger into you. You whimpered as this new pain raced across your body. Tears bubbled up in your eyes and fell quickly. This man made you cry so easily. Kid licked up your tears and removed his finger with a deep chuckle. "I'd tear up yer anal canal like I did to your pussy."

"Next on the list would be to ruin your throat." He slipped two of his fingers into your mouth and slid them down your throat until you gagged. He swirled them around, collecting saliva, then pulled them out, and smeared the spit across his lips. "I'd hold yer head down on my cock till you passed out. If you threw up, I'd make yah lick it up off the floor."

"After that, I'd tie you up nice and tight and leave yah here while I celebrated with my crew. I'd put you on yer stomach, then fold your legs and tie a rough rope around your ankle and thighs. Then I'd your cross yer hands behind your back and then tie 'em to the opposite feet so you couldnae move an inch."

"I'd come back to yah after a bit and do it all over and over again. For days. I'd call in Killer, then Wire and Heat, to help me ruin yeh. Killer and I would shove our cocks into yer cunt together while Heat took you in the ass and Wire took yer throat. Then we'd all shuffle around and take turns with yer holes."

Kid turned, and crawled on top of you. He pressed his forehead against yours, then kissed the tip of your nose.

"Do yeh wanna know what the crew likes tae get up to? Hm?"

You shook your head no. Kid tugged his boxers off your legs, then hooked your legs over his shoulders. He freed his cock from his own briefs, spit on your puffy, sore pussy, and slipped into your warm, welcoming, abused walls. They were still slick(mainly with blood) from the previous hours of activities. A combination of a sigh and a grunt left Kid's mouth. He started to lazily roll his hips, griding his fat pierced tip against your cervix. You grit your teeth as your face scrunched up in pain. His brutal treatment in the bath tub followed by two hours of penetration meant your cunt was sore and bloody. It felt rubbed raw.

Kid pressed your knees back, pushing you into a mating press. He braced himself on his one forearm, putting it right above your head. His forehead was back against yours, forcing a sickening level of intimacy into the act......You wrapped your arms around his thick neck and pulled him closer.

"A weak thing like you woulda died in week or two. If the crew got their paws on yeh, you'd already be dead and yer corpse in the belly of some lucky fishies," he whispered in between kisses.

A small sob tore from your chest. It was muffled by Kid's thick neck. The sleeve of his t-shirt was soaked in your tears and spit as you tried to hide in the juncture between Kid's neck and shoulder; Hide from the vile visions you'd asked him to paint for you. But those things weren't real; Kid's strong, protective grip on you was proof of that. He wouldn't ever do that to you, right? Why would he hold you so preciously if he did not cherish you?

"How good fer you that yer a princess with a devil fruit, yeah?" he murmured in your ear. "How lucky that yer beautiful and cooperative and useful." He thrust harder and deeper. "And so obedient. My perfect little fuck doll." You whimpered. He laughed. Kid finished with a few more thrusts. He pressed his face into your neck while he kept his slowly softening cock inside you. His long tongue swirled languidly around your pulse point.

His words struck your soul, branding these scenarios into your very being. The level of brutality you could have faced; the brutality women before you had faced at the hands of this man was....beyond. Whatever your naive and sheltered mind had conjured up as 'cruelty' and 'torture' was nothing compared to the reality. This man did those things? The one desperate for your soft affection? Who craved to hold and be held? The man who flew into a rage at the idea of you wanting someone else?

You raised your trembling hand and began to card it through his slightly sweaty hair. Kid sighed happily and put his head on your breast. Kid's flaccid cock slipped out of you and was followed by a gush of his cum dripping onto your inner thighs. It was sticky and slimy and gross. You hated the feeling of it on your skin.

"Thank you," you whispered. What were you even thanking him for?

Kid smiled then kissed you sweetly.

"See? Perfect," Kid said.

Kid let you out of his grasp so you could use the toilet and wipe away the semen clinging to you. You put the boxers back on, then slipped back into bed, and back into his hold.

Kid was quick to fall asleep, snoring in your ear. Your body was tired and ached for sleep, but your mind was alight. Could you really go on like this? Even if your mind stayed in tact, your body couldn't possibly hold out against this rough treatment for long. On one hand, you hoped Kid's fire for you would cool so you could have some reprieve from his appetite. On the other hand, if his interest did happen to wane, would you still be safe? The things Kid promised you were many, but how could you possibly trust his words when his actions speak so loudly?

No. No, you had to trust him. Your body, heart, and soul belonged to Eustass Kid, both taken by force and freely given. Despite everything, you had to believe in his promises of protection. And for the sake of your mind, was it so bad to believe in his soft, sweet touches? Was it so bad to enjoy how he adored you?

You turned on your side and faced his sleeping form. You extended a hand and gently grazed your fingertips over his cheek bone, then jaw. You touched the rough scar that ran down his face, neck, and onto his chest. You bit your lip. The pain grounded you. You turned on your back, and like a magnet, Kid laid his head against your breast, still deep in sleep.

How odd that this now familiar pressure is what lulled you to sleep.