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A/N: Please keep in mind that I know next to nothing from the One Piece franchise, so forgive me for any incorrect facts that I'm probably about to vomit in this story. Anyways, here's a special request for one of my readers.

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The eminent sunshine awoke from its slumber, replacing the calm and peaceful moon in the horizon in its never-ending cycle of life. The scorching weather radiated the swelling ocean, continuously propelling its vigilant waves in the distance.

The 'Thousand Sunny' pirate ship rocked back and forth, serenely enjoying the tranquil atmosphere without being disturbed for once. The crew members were sleeping profoundly inside since it was pretty early in the morning. This was one of the rare occasions where they simply sat back and relaxed - everyone had the day off from their usual tasks and they could wander off, doing whatever they pleased. Ordinarily, sleeping would be their first option, but in this case, one certain individual had other plans to harbor.

Nami, one of the ship's most prestigious member, was sneaking off around the headquarters and making sure not to wake anybody up or else it would ruin her ingenious plot. The ginger-haired bikini-clad thought it would be the best time to pull off her evil scheme on her unfortunate roommate, the ever-so-motherly Nico Robin, as revenge for her past torments.

'Hehehe, this'll be perfect. She won't even know what hit her!' Nami snickered.

You see, Nami has had disagreements with the black-haired woman prior to this and she could remember one specific event which makes her shiver to this day just by pondering about it. Robin was so furiously fuming on the inside that she ordered her deadly hands after the young orange beauty. Nami recalled how helpless she was once her limbs were seized forcefully, dangling midair while the wiggly fingers tickled her everywhere. That's right. Tickled. The younger girl roared in ticklish agony as the hands burrowed into her skin, pinched her sides, scribbled on her armpits, clawed her stomach and scratched her feet. It was one ruthless experience that she swore not to go through again. However, she was in need of some payback after almost soaking her pants during that humiliating afternoon.

Nami returned to her room with the restraining item in her possession. Her victim was there, dozing off in her bed with her sheet covering her body. 'Not for long, though,' she sinisterly thought. Now came the difficult part.

Slowly and steadily, Nami began pulling the bed sheet downwards, progressively revealing more and more of Robin's unsuspecting figure, until the cover was completely removed and tossed away like a rag doll. Robin had her palm on her belly, wearing her casual white chemise and long black pants. It really makes you wonder why she was sporting something like this in such weather, especially in bed. It was perplexing how she wasn't even slightly sweating even with all those unnecessary clothes.

Nami's fingers hovered over Robin's underarms, trying to keep as quiet as possible despite being anxious to dig into the smooth hollow spots, to which she should be quite ticklish. Her phalanges were literally a few inches above the woman's armpits, but they were snatched before anything could happen any further.

"And what do you think you're doing, Nami?" Robin asked, having caught the sneaky girl's wrists before she could even attempt to tickle her. She pushed Nami off of her body and bended forward, keeping her appendages in her hold. "A word of advice: you should always check if your prey is asleep before trying anything." Nami was sweating like a pig. "And what WERE you trying to do anyway?"

Said person had a repentant grin on her face, searching for a believable excuse in her head but failing miserably to come up with one. "I-I, uh...I was trying to wake you up! It's, uh, morning!" She prayed that it would pass as reasonable, shutting her eyes in fright.

Robin chuckled and released her hold. "If you want to convince me, then at least sound convincing. You should act normal and not be nervous. You obviously look like you're trying to hide something." She rolled out of bed and stood on her two feet, stretching her tired muscles with a small yawn. Then, she glanced back at the fellow ginger. "And is there a particular reason why you woke me up so early?"

"Well, um..." For a split second, Nami's lips curled into a disturbing grin, then shaped into its initial form. Robin blinked several times; was it just her imagination? She brushed it off as a hallucination. It was pretty early in the morning and it must be affecting her brain. "Err, how can I say this..." Robin inched forward, lending her ear to hear what she had to say. "I--uh, it's a strange request..." Anticipation was rising as Nami was hesitating quite a bit. "Uhhhhhh..." The room was completely silent. "......SURPRISE!"

"Huh? Wh-what are you..." Robin trailed off, flabbergasted. She was tackled into her bed quicker than she could have reacted. Her hands were reached for with one grasp and then cuffed with leather cuffs that Nami revealed from her pockets. After engaging in a tussle, Nami got the upperhand and pinned the tall, slender woman to her bed with her own body - sitting on her waist to fasten her utterly. "Wh-what is the meaning of this?" Robin demanded, rocking her hips. Nami didn't budge. "Release me at once before I--" A single finger on her left armpit shut her up, followed by a squeal as another digit introduced itself on her skin.

Meanwhile, Nami maintained a baleful facade. "Before you what? I didn't quite catch that."

Robin was about to retort, but the rapid tingling sensation from Nami's fingers put that to a halt. Despite her shirt mostly reducing the effect of her roommate's titillation, the thin fabric didn't provide much coverage for Robin's sensitivity. Nami's eyes narrowed at her captive and tickled faster, putting much effort to break the stoic pirate.

"St-stop!" Robin yelled, shutting her eyes and gritting her teeth in resistance. Her armpits were a soft spot and to see them exploited like this, it drew her mad. She had a reputation to keep and she didn't want to lose it no matter the cost.

"Is that a smile I see? On THE Nico Robin?" Nami teased, observing her companion's lips curving upwards, but not enough to form a smile. She chuckled; it would only be a matter of time before she'd be the first one to witness the great Robin crack into hysterics. If only she had a camera with her at that moment, it would have been phenomenal. Well, watching her stutter and yelp like a schoolgirl was equally as satisfying. Her nails increasingly polished Robin's underarms, scrubbing the side of the woman's breasts occasionally. She was pleased to see that the black-haired lady's struggles doubled and targeted the newly discovered area.

To say that Robin was pissed would be an understatement; she was furious. "Ngh...ah!" She berserkly pulled on her straps in a hopeless strive to protect her poor armpits from the relentless tickling anguish, but it was no use. Normally, she'd be a force to be reckoned with. However, put her in some bondage, and her strength is reduced to that of a small child.

Eventually, Nami grew bored of torturing Robin's vulnerable armpits and permitted a small break, to which the ticklee was extremely graceful for. Robin's chest heaved up and down, catching her breath which she held in order to withstand the gruesome tickle attack.

"I wouldn't be that relieved if I were you. I have so much more in stock for you, and I can't wait! You can't believe how long I've waited to get you back for what you've done to me before. Now it's finally time for you to have a taste of your own medicine..."

'No...that's...!' Robin frantically thought as she gawked at Nami rolling her buttoned-shirt up until it reached the bottom of her well-pronounced ribcage. Nami was graced with the appeasing view of Robin's toned midriff. Flat and slightly tanned, just the way she liked it. Not a single trace of fat - absolutely perfect. She was almost jealous. Peeking above Robin's waistband was her deep, relishing oval innie belly button. Nami couldn't wait to explore the abysmal dimple.

"What do you mean by that?" Robin asked, completely oblivious to the entire ordeal.

"Maybe this will jog your memory." Nami's fingers wavered over Robin's stomach, dangling in the air and approaching her sleek belly at a fast pace. The former-antagonist didn't have the time to react before the deadly tickle tools dug into her flesh. "Tickle, tickle..."

Robin uttered a small gasp as Nami pinched her bare sides and skidded her swift fingers up and down her curves, procuring a light and tormenting sensation that vibrated all over her stomach. Robin's hands balled into fists and she grunted as her most ticklish spot was abused, and it seemed like Nami knew this fact very well judging by her nerve-wrecking smile.

Robin seethed at the sight below; Nami was kneading the sides of her navel with gusto, often dipping in the orifice and calling it an 'accident'. Another squeal came out of Robin's mouth as her tummy was squeezed and tickled mercilessly while Nami was enjoying every single bit of it. Not once was she ever tickled in her entire life, she had always been the 'ler' and not the 'lee'. It was very ironic for her to be in this situation and she was on the verge of tears. Her face was red and puffy from holding her laughter in.

"Let's see what else you're hiding..."

Whilst Nami kept one hand maneuvering on Robin's stomach, she tugged on the girl's black pants to reveal more of her delicious skin. Her hips were quite defined and looked equally as ticklish as the rest of her figure. The upper part of Robin's midriff was crimson red, but it was time to give more attention to her lower abdomen which shifted in disturbance.

Robin knew exactly what she was gunning for. "D-don't!" She could barely stand the first round of tickling, but it looked like things were going to kick up a notch. Her belly was undeniably sensitive, but her waist was on a whole different level.

The tall, slim, raven-haired beauty twitched as a finger traced her waistline and gently scratched the fidgety spot. Her body jerked and shivered, having a tough time to keep her emotions boiled up inside. Nami grinned, seeing her discomfort, and placed her digits on both of Robin's hips. She already knew what was coming, but couldn't do anything to stop it. The fingers shook.

Robin's eyes shot open and she had a look of shock blended with horror. Her hips were delicately kneaded and it tickled so badly. "Nooo, heehee...I can't!" Nami's fingers burrowed deeper and massaged her hips more roughly. "...Heehee this is haahaha childish!" She couldn't shoulder it anymore. Her strength has nearly diminished and she didn't have any stamina left in her body. Everything was being released now. "AHAHAHA STOP! I'LL DO ANYTHING AHAHAHAHA!"

Nami's grin widened. "There we go! Coochie, coochie, coo! Who's a cute ticklish baby?" she ridiculed, working on the outline of Robin's sides, just above her waistband. The mischievous ginger rested her head on her right palm while she toyed with her friend's belly, manipulating it into different shapes and producing sweet, bubbly, hysterical giggles. "You know, you should really laugh a bit more. I mean, your laugh is just so sexy and perfect. And your tummy...I can't resist!"

"Y-you, you won't get away with thihihihihis! I-I'll get my revenge, one way or anotheheheheer!"

"Tsk tsk tsk," Nami chided, sliding her hands under Robin's shirt to target her exquisite ribs. "You shouldn't threaten your master, tickle slave. Especially when she's in control." Her knuckles thoroughly kneaded Robin's ribcage to emphasize her point, and she was rewarded with a higher-pitched shriek and delirious agitation.

Nami promptly switched tactics, gliding down Robin's silhouette until her fingertips met the girl's glorious navel. She swirled down the rabbit hole and oscillated around. Robin heaved her chest and her mirth skyrocketed, seeing as her belly button was very receptive to the touch. Her forehead was covered entirely in sweat, dropping down to her frustrated visage.

"Had enough yet? I don't know about you, but I can go on all day," Nami boldly proclaimed, clawing the woman's bright, flamboyant stomach. Then, she paused, staring at her fingernails. Robin sighed, believing it was over...only to see Nami tracing her navel with her finger again. She had lost count of how many times she did that. "What do you think?"

"Just you wait...when I get out of this, you're gonna be in a heap of trouble," Robin sneered, glaring at the one whom she once considered a trustworthy partner. Now, she didn't know what to feel about her. "If I were you, I'd let me out this instance."

"Hmm, I don't know about that...Maybe I'll see in a few months or so. When I get bored of tickling you like this." A sadistic and purely evil smirk embraced her lips as she poked Robin's stomach in a few random spots, causing her to delightfully shudder at each one.

'A few months? She has to be joking...' Robin couldn't believe it. Sure, she tickled Nami for the heck of it in the past, but this was completely over the top. Did she not realize that this was torture? Only a few minutes have gone by, but it felt like hours. Hours of being tickled over and over again, on the one spot she absolutely hated to be touched on. Oh, she would pay ever so dearly...

"Man, who would have thought that Nico Robin was ticklish. I mean, you could have fooled me with that attitude," Nami commented while rubbing said person's belly, which somewhat titillated but not enough to trigger a proper reaction. "Now you know how I felt when you tickled me with those dozens hands of yours. I had a sore throat for the rest of the day, thanks to you." Nami grimaced. Her body was red all over, and not to mention she was a giggling mess after that experience. The crew members were giving her an odd look.

Robin chuckled - not due to Nami's hands spider tickling her stomach, but due to the amusing memory.

"What are you laughing at?" Nami asked, cutting Robin's distraction. "I'll give you something to laugh about." Her hands wiggled in the air, slowly and steadily approaching Robin's exposed midriff once more. They made contact with her skin, but abruptly stopped.

...That is until they began moving again, when the victim least expected it to.

"AH! STOOHOHOHOOOP IT NAAAAMMMIIIIII!" Robin roared, drowning by her own laughter. As much as she tried to retain it, her overwhelming belly laughs got the best of her. Her tears of laughter openly fell from the corner of her eyes, joining the pile of sweat in her breathtaking tickle torment. To make matters worse, her stomach was hurting from laughing too much. But that didn't stop Nami who was cherishing this so much that she didn't even pay attention to the miserable wench.

Robin's struggles became more and more violent as time flew by. At first, Nami wasn't that worried of Robin breaking out since the straps were pretty solid. However, when the bed began shaking and the floor started crumbling, now she noticed. She tried her best to keep her victim still, but that partially solved the problem. No, it couldn't have been avoided.

'SNAP!'

The noise was heard by both parties and interrupted the ongoing torture. Nami narrowed her eyes above Robin's head and was horrified to see that the bed's headboard was broken. Somehow, the wooden pillar was separated from the rest of the bed's structure. But that wasn't what scared her the most. It was the person whom she so happened to be sitting on that frightened her so much. Robin removed the tight bondage from her wrists and smiled at the orange-haired individual. There was no hint of malice, but the woman was much too peppy for Nami's taste. Robin pulled her shirt down and grabbed Nami by the shoulder, still maintaining eye contact.

"I think it's my turn now," Robin announced.

If one paid more attention to the girls' bedrooms, they would hear the laughter of a broken and weeping woman being tortured by hundreds of hands at once for the rest of the day. Karma could be nasty sometimes.

The End.