Alvida and Sasha stepped into the dim, damp confines of the ship's brig.
The space was lit by a single flickering lantern, casting long shadows that danced across the walls. In the center of the room, a woman was bound.
Her wrists were shackled to heavy chains suspended from the ceiling, forcing her body to hang in a graceful arc that emphasized every curve.
The chains pulled her arms taut, arching her back and thrusting her full, heavy breasts forward, their peaks stiffening in the cool air.
Her legs were slightly parted, revealing the delicate junction of her thighs, and on her ankle, a set of sleek seastone cuffs gleamed.
Hina had one of these; a lot of Marine captains received things like it to contain captured devil fruit users.
Anyway, stripped bare by Hina's orders, Alvida's body was a vision of voluptuous perfection. Her skin glistened with a sheen of perspiration, highlighting the sculpted planes of her stomach and the generous swell of her hips. She was a masterpiece crafted for sin.
Hina smiled, a predatory curve of her lips, as she took in the sight. She knew Arlo would be thrilled to add such a beauty to his growing collection of sex slaves.
Just a few days ago, her only thought would have been how to ensure Alvida rotted in a cell forever, such was her duty as a Marine. But Arlo had reshaped her, body and soul.
Not only had she accepted her role as his slave, but she now eagerly served, driven by the promise of a special reward from him.
The mere thought of it made Hina's breath hitch, her own nipples hardening into tight peaks beneath her uniform. All the intense fucking with Arlo had left her utterly addicted…
No, there was no "almost" about it. She was a complete slave to his cock, his cum, his dominance. She had become his willing slut, and she craved more.
Her hand drifted to her own ample breasts, cupping them as she imagined Arlo's touch. The problem was that he had so many women vying for his attention, especially Sasha, who held a special place in his heart.
After some days of relentless and endless sex, Hina got used to being fucked every day, and her body had grown used to endless pleasure.
Because of it, she felt a twinge of jealousy, a desperate need to have him all to herself for just one day. To earn that, she would do anything, including gathering new slaves for her master.
"She will be the best slave for Master," Sasha murmured, her voice typically calm and monotone, but Hina detected a faint undercurrent of jealousy. "Look at those huge, sexy boobs. They are so perfect."
"What are you worried about?" Hina gave her a sharp smack on the ass, the sound echoing in the small space. "Everyone knows you are Master's favorite. Besides, you're already so big and still growing."
Hina reached out, her hand gently cupping Sasha's breast, testing its weight and firmness. The flesh was soft yet resilient.
Sasha really had a perfect pair of boobs. And now it was Hina's turn to feel jealousy. She wondered if she could be as good as Sasha.
Not just in terms of sex. For now, she was the strongest slave… but for how long?
Sasha had been growing at an absurdly fast pace lately. She absorbed everything Hina taught her, as long as it had something to do with swordsmanship.
The future was inevitable. Sooner or later, Sasha would become a better fighter than her. And when that inevitably happened, she would be far ahead of Hina.
Thinking about it, the woman decided she needed to improve, so she would not be left behind.
"Hey! Should we spar a little?" Sasha asked shyly. As always, she was eager to learn and grow stronger. She wanted to be useful to Arlo as quickly as possible. She would do anything for him.
Seeing the fire in the girl's eyes, Hina could only accept that she could never compete. Sasha was on another level now.
Which man wouldn't love a woman who looked at him as if he were a god?
Anyway, Hina would give Sasha her training session, and soon the clashing of blades echoed through the deck of the ship.
Sasha's movements were sharp, her reflexes refined. Every swing carried intent, not just to strike, but to learn. Hina blocked the blow with ease but felt the pressure behind it. The girl was improving faster than anyone had the right to.
"Good!" Hina said between strikes. "But don't just swing harder, swing smarter! Use your momentum to get more power into each attack."
Sasha nodded, parrying a low attack and countering with a swift kick that nearly caught Hina off guard. She was smiling, sweat glistening on her face. "Like this?"
"That's it!" Hina replied, a mix of pride and envy in her voice.
The spar went on until both were breathing heavily, swords lowered but spirits high.
Moments later, Hina reunited everyone around her, so they could prepare everything and keep going with Arlo's plans.
Everyone gathered around her as she gave the new orders.
"Sasha," she began, "let's keep the original plan, you'll take Alvida's ship and head for Orange Town. Find the swordsman named Zoro, save him, and ask him to train you, learn everything you can with him. Besides, the Alvida Pirates will follow your command from now on."
Sasha's eyes widened slightly. "Me? Command them?"
"Yes, I'm sure you can do that. And you are strong enough to kill any of them if they try to disobey."
Having a crew would make Sasha learn about how to command and make her grow even faster.
She bowed deeply. "I will do my best."
Then she turned to the others. "The rest will come with me. We're heading for Syrup Village. There's someone there that master wants us to meet."
The crew split soon after, sails rising in different directions under the golden light of dawn.