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The wall in Level 4 had closed. The “Cat Burglar” that had tarnished her reputation a few years ago was locked away forever. The thought of that woman, that bitch eternally trapped and tortured with pleasure was a lovely thought for this blonde-haired agent. Yes, watching Nami’s last sentient moments unfold over the monitors upstairs satisfied her to no end, allowing a smirk to grace her lips as she sat back and relaxed in one of the rolling chairs behind her.

Oh, that felt good… I almost wish I could play with her some more.

The thought had tempted her – why not pretend the pirate was dead? Hold onto her body and enslave her to do her own bidding? Those lips… those breasts… that temper… But that would have been sexual harassment. And she would not stand for that. No…

This was punishment. And there was more to dole out.

“Kalifa-sama!”

“Yes, Domino, is our next guest ready?”

The female Head Jailer of Impel Down stood at attention behind the CP9 agent, riding crop dangling from her gloved right hand. A large white coat graced her shoulders, a clear display of authority, only partially covering up her tan, button-down, double-breasted jacket. The militaristic uniform she wore all but showcased her professionalism and allure, her sunglasses and long bangs hiding any expressions her eyes made. The woman responded succinctly:

“She is currently awaiting treatment in the isolation chamber, ready for transport to Level Five.”

Kalifa’s smirk shifted into a broad smile.

“Excellent.”

Nothing.

Nothing but darkness. The world was stained pitch-black in all directions.

Have I gone blind? Is there something over my eyes?

An attempt to reach for her face is impaired.

Something is holding me down. I feel weak… probably seastone…

The woman wanted answers. She struggled to remember how she was placed in this predicament, her throbbing head indicating some kind of trauma.

There was an explosion and falling rubble… a palace was collapsing… I was underneath a tree… in a field of sunflowers…

Gasp

LUFFY!

Creeeaaakkk….

A light breaks through the darkness.

Someone is coming.

Nico Robin squinted her eyes toward the light, attention now fully on her present situation. The door’s noise had seamlessly transitioned into the steady clacking of heels on a metal floor. As soon as it had arrived, the light disappeared. The walking sounds echoed in the large room, ominously crescendoing, mixing with her own steadily increasing heartbeat. Suddenly the sounds came to an abrupt halt, leaving Robin once again lost in the void with her thundering heart. A minute passed, until…

Click

A spotlight sprang to life from above, focused intently on her, it’s hum eradicating the silence. For the first time, she was able to see herself. She sat in a chair made entirely of seastone, still wearing the beautiful, black, mini-skirt dress she had purchased on Dressrosa with her arms and legs shackled to the respective arms and legs of the chair. A few limited tugs on her limbs told her she was going nowhere.

“It’s been awhile, hasn’t it, Nico Robin?”

A slender, feminine figure emerged from the darkness; the voice belonged to none other than Kalifa, the lone female agent of the former organization known as Cipher Pol 9, dressed in a tight, form-fitting black dress with fishnet stockings to boot. Disgust now replaced fear in the mind of Robin, replaying all of the events of Enies Lobby in her head. All of that energy and effort used to escape the World Government’s clutches, only to end up in the hands of the same people two years later. However, as she always does in critical situations, the archaeologist remained calm and tried to needle her captor for information.

“Yes, it has, Kalifa. Where am I, and why are you here? Last I heard, CP-9 had been replaced with new employees awhile back.”

“Aren’t you the inquisitive one? I would expect nothing less from you, Devil Child. Thankfully, neither of those questions is designated as classified information.”

“Oh, then please enlighten me.”

“You may soon regret that. As far as where we are, I bid thee welcome to the Great Gaol of Impel Down. I’m sure you’ve heard of it before.”

The name ricocheted through Robin’s brain as she tried to process that statement. The very symbol of hopelessness and despair she had avoided her entire life was now her current, and most likely final, resting place. Her mind raced with questions: How did she end up here? Where was the crew? Were they imprisoned as well? The very thought disturbed her to no end, imagining the rest of the Straw Hats locked away in this hellhole.

Is it really over?

Kalifa noticed the change of attitude in Robin’s face, her eyes slightly dilated and lips dangling in shock. Smirking once again and readjusting her glasses so they hid her pupils, the agent proceeded on:

“And I am simply here to finish what I had started two years ago. Nothing more, nothing less.”

Robin had yet to respond, her look of anguish now slowly ebbing away into a more defiant, yet reasonably worried stare.

I must maintain hope. She could be lying to me – perhaps I am not in Impel Down. The others might still be alive. The less I know about them, the better at this point. She will try to feed me false information – be on your guard, Robin.

“I have trouble believing a darkened room with no torture devices is the infamous Impel Down. I had expected more from the world’s greatest prison.”

A wry smile graced Robin’s mouth as the contempt in her voice and expressions returned. In her dealings with the buxom blonde a few years ago, she knew that the agent could be easily flustered. Perhaps she could work out some more information this way. Based on the subtle twitch in Kalifa’s eyebrows, she assumed the barb worked.

“Be careful what you wish for, Nico Robin… Guards!”

Two women garbed in their Impel Down uniforms moved forward from the darkness surrounding the spotlight, bringing with them a small suitcase. One of them halted just behind Kalifa’s right side, while the other moved straight to Robin with the suitcase in tow, stopping a few feet from the chair. Bringing the case up, she unclasped it and revealed the contents to the archaeologist…

It was a bloodied straw hat, with a red band around its base.

Robin’s eyes deadened, wide, yet lifeless with shock. The hat was in tatters, and having seen it’s former splendor, Robin herself was emotionally shattered upon witnessing its current broken state.

Kalifa eyed her speechless captive with another satisfied smirk, pleased at the response this simple, nonverbal message had elicited.

“Perhaps we aren’t in Impel Down, although I can assure you we most certainly are… but this should prove how hopeless your current situations truly is.”

The sultry, yet harsh tone of Kalifa’s voice rang in Robin’s ears, the word hopeless causing a small shudder in the raven-haired beauty’s body. The blonde walked directly up to Robin and gently lifted her head by the chin so that she could look straight into the jailer’s eyes. The light of defiance had seemingly burnt out.

“What’s going to happen to me?” Robin asked, fighting back a flood of tears. She didn’t expect a straight answer, but didn’t know what else to say. If this hat was to be believed, there was no way out, no escape route. Just pain and misery…

“I think you’ll like it more than you think, Devil Child,” Califa responded, “The World Government wanted to have you publicly executed, but I saved you from that torment. You said back at the Judicial Tower that you ‘wanted to live,’” Kalifa mockingly made quote marks in the air with her fingers, “So I did what I had to do to keep you alive, and take you to sea.”

“What do you mean?”

“You’ll see. Guards?”

Robin finally noticed a third woman alongside Kalifa, who had brought some sort of bag with her. She shuddered to think what was inside, but figured she would find out soon enough. Two of the women assumed positions on both sides of the chair; the third stood behind her. The two guards on her sides reached down and unlocked the shackles binding her arms, releasing her hands much to her surprise. She rubbed her wrists delicately, trying to ease the pain caused by the manacles’ grip.

“What’s the meaning of this?” questioned the raven-haired beauty.

“I may be ruthless, but I am not heartless - this is the last time, in your life, that your hands will be free. You have 1 minute to do what you want with them. Then they will be locked away.”

Robin initially froze. What was she going to do? Kalifa’s smirk remained – she was being serious. Was her fate really going to be that intense? She tried to use her powers, picturing herself disarming the guards around her with deadly efficiency, but the seastone of the chair prevented her blooming body parts. Cursing silently, she instead brought her hands closer to her face, and realizing this might be her last chance, touched her cheeks, nose, and lips, savoring every last sensation.

“Time’s up.”

Without mercy, the guards quickly moved forward and ripped off her dress, revealing her massive breasts. Cold air caused her nipples to perk up, but she was unable to shield them - the two grunts standing by her snatched her arms away, drawing them behind her back. Then, she felt it – a latex mono-sleeve of some sort. They effortlessly fed her arms into the contraption, and soon, it reached up to cover her triceps. Her arms were now almost melded together, and since her shoulders were drawn back, her breasts became more prominent.

“This is something known as an armbinder,” Kalifa coyly explained. “As you might have guessed by now, it is designed with longevity in mind, so please get comfortable. There are trace elements of seastone scattered around in the make-up of the leather just to ensure that your ability will not be used any time soon.”

Robin’s eyes scanned her chest, as two straps were connected, crisscrossing above her breasts to secure the armbinder to her body. Her breasts now seemed to jut out lasciviously, and with her arms permanently incapacitated, she had no means of defending herself from any type of assault on her physique. Kalifa took notice of this, and the blonde cradled Robin’s breasts delicately in both hands.

“My, my, the armbinder does indeed have some additional benefits! You look positively lovely. Careful though – now that you’re like this, someone might get the idea that you’re inviting them to touch your breasts.”

The blonde then leaned forward and kissed Robin’s right nipple, sending shockwaves through the captive’s body. She was powerless to resist, as Kalifa used her hands, fingers, lips, and tongue to play with the firm, yet malleable mounds of flesh. Sucking, licking, rolling, circling, pinching - despite her best efforts to fight it, Robin was slowly becoming increasingly excited. Her cheeks bloomed a deep shade of red, and she partially closed her eyes, remaining slightly open mouthed as soft moans of pleasure escaped her lips. Her breathing became labored as the assault continued, the kneading not restricted to one side or another – Kalifa masterfully balanced her attention on both, and after one particularly loud moan, the blonde looked downward.

“And here I thought you were experienced… Your time with the Strawhats must have been pretty mundane if I’m able to get this kind of reaction out you already. Or maybe it’s just my skill? Hmmm… regardless, I can’t wait to see what this next part does to you.”

With that, Kalifa backed away, and the two guards unlocked Robin’s ankles from the chair, grabbed her by the shoulders, and hoisted her into the air. She was fairly tall, 6’2”, so she was surprised when her feet were unable to touch the ground. She struggled a bit, testing her mobility, but with the guards’ firm grip and her arms sealed away, she wasn’t going anywhere. The third guard, meanwhile, had walked up from behind and gradually removed the pirate’s black boots and white panties, leaving her completely nude and vulnerable save for the armbinder.

Kalifa meanwhile had returned from rummaging through the equipment bag with a blindfold in hand – an item that she dangled in front of her captive’s face. She climbed up on to the seat of the chair and applied the leather blindfold over Robin’s eyes, once again sending her captive into total darkness.

“This will keep you guessing for awhile, dear.”

“What do you mean by tha-mmmph?”

Lips and tongue smashed together cruelly, yet tastefully, smacking and rubbing against each other as the blonde began an assault on Robin’s exposed mouth. She tried to fight off her assailant, but two hands reached out and grasped the sides of her head, cradling her as the kiss turned passionate. Sucking, tugging, brushing, moaning… Robin’s mind was in a state of confusion, unable to process all of the unwanted sensations. Bound and exposed in a weakened state, helpless to anyone’s advances yet aroused beyond belief, toyed with by the very people who had captured her – she was their plaything. And the thought of that excited her in some twisted way…

…until she felt them.

While Kalifa had kept her senses occupied, the third guard had retrieved some latex underwear from the duffle bag, and had begun the process of dragging them up Robin’s long, dangling legs. They had travelled about halfway up the thigh when first contact was made.

Dildos were attached to the front and back of the bottoms.

Robin’s eyes opened wide behind her blindfold, as she finally realized what was happening - they were going to force both inside of her. Judging by where the panties were on her thigh and where she was feeling pressure, the front one must have been at least 7 inches long, while the rear was probably 6. For the first time, she fought back, wrestling free of Kalifa’s kiss and lashing out with a kick in front of her, momentarily halting the panties’ progress up her legs. Her kick accomplished nothing, as her right leg swung out harmlessly into the air. The blonde agent reacted quickly, moving to the side and grabbing the limb with her left arm. She began to caress the underside of her thigh before gripping it firmly. Robin winced, as Kalifa began her taunts anew:

“If you lash out like that again, I’ll have to consider more drastic measures. After all, that’s sexual harassment.”

Gulp

Tears now came flooding down Robin’s face, breaking free of the emotional dam she had built up inside,

“Awww, why are you crying? You look so beautiful as you are right now. Besides, we’re still just getting started.”

Kalifa’s right hand moved once again to Robin’s face, fondling it softly before using her thumb to wipe away some of the tears that stained her captive’s face.

“I’m sorry to say that these will be in you permanently. But can’t you just imagine how good you’ll feel?”

“No please! Don’t put those in – MMMMPH!!!”

Before she could say another word, Kalifa let go of her leg and resumed her all-encompassing kiss as the guard slid the butt plug in first. Robin gasped and sucked for air, obstructed by the luscious lips blocking her mouth, as the lubed and ridged member was unhurriedly pressed in. The process was painstakingly slow but eventually it fit snugly in place with a loud plop.

“MMMM MMMMmmmmmph…”

Kalifa’s right hand reached down, removing itself from Robin’s cheek and ventured between her legs, preparing the moist entrance with a little massaging and teasing. She dragged her fingers delicately over the raven-haired beauty’s swollen vulvae, wresting a convulsion out of her captive’s torso, Robin’s breasts jiggling slightly against the blonde’s. Still reeling from the plug and kissing, Robin had no time to collect herself when the time came.

The dildo’s head entered between her nether lips slowly, accompanied by a dull moan from the archaeologist, her mouth still very much occupied by Kalifa’s lips. The rest of the cold shaft entered with a single, forceful thrust, providing an interesting dichotomy against the heat in her body – it felt massive inside of her, filling her to the brim, and the sensations nearly destroyed her mind right then. Both of the intruders that now plugged her holes began to move and shift inside of her as she struggled to acclimate mentally to their presence. While the guard gave a few extra pats at the bases of the shafts to ensure their stability before securing the straps around her waist, Kalifa finished her kiss with a final tug at Robin’s lower lip. A broad smile formed once again:

“Aww, there, that wasn’t so bad, was it?” she cooed.

Robin was gone.

Her mind was a daze of pleasure and despair, her head hanging limply to her left as her legs dangled lifelessly in the air. Coherent thoughts struggled to form in her brain as it was under siege by the stimulation. She could do nothing in her current state but attempt to fight the sensations coursing through her body, a periodic spasm the only sign of conscious movement.

Kalifa reached forward and removed the blindfold, expecting to see how broken Robin was and revel in that look – upon pulling it from her eyes however, she found that they were not the dull pupils that indicated lifelessness – no…

They were very much alive and consciously transfixed on her, something that shocked her to her very core.

This was the look of a caged lioness, anxiously waiting for the moment to get her vengeance, her eyebrows curled downward to complement the subtly intense glare of her constricted pupils. A cold sweat ran down Kalifa’s cheek, chills running up and down her spine – she shook her head vigorously to get ahold of herself, returning to look at her captive’s face, only to be surprised once more…

The look had vanished.

Kalifa backed away slightly, unsure of what to do next – she determined that Robin’s spirit was still very much alive beneath her faded expression. She had clearly grown much stronger over the last few years – the agent would have to be careful.

Meanwhile, the third guard had continued her work unaware of what had just transpired, tightening belts around Robin’s ankles, knees, and thighs, securing her gorgeous, shapely legs tightly together. Robin began to move as the last belt was pulled taut, shifting slightly as she regained some mental strength. She stared worriedly at Kalifa’s face in front of her – her peril was not over yet and she knew it.

Bear it. I have been through worse. The Straw Hats taught me that no situation is hopeless. I will bide my time for the right moment.

Kalifa waited a few minutes, eyeing the pirate warily, lips slightly pursed before one of the guards brought her back to reality:

“Kalifa-sama, shall we head out?”

The agent jolted out of her thought process and regained her formerly confident composure, combing her fingers through her long locks of hair.

“Yes, I believe it is time – bring the captive to level five.”

One of the guards threw Robin over her shoulder, her breasts hanging juicily in the air - she was facing behind her as the four officers worked their way out of the darkened room to the main service elevator. Walking inside, there was a lever off to the left. One of the guards moved forward and shifted it a few clicks; the lift responded by moving downward toward the desired destination. The air was filled with the groans and cries of its prisoners, and though Robin could not see them, their presence resonated in her brain – the crack of a whip, knives slicing, boiling water, all of it rang through her imagination as she awaited her own horrific punishment…

Then, upon further examination, a thought entered her mind and germinated there, something so disheartening she dare not think it. She shuffled it away as mere speculation, but a few more minutes passed and there was no mistaking a specific quality to the voices reverberating in the establishment…

Where are the women?

The Great Gaol of Impel Down did not discriminate in the gender of prisoners selected, or so she thought, but the voices crying out for help were all decidedly male. No matter how high-pitched some of the screams were, the pirate could not hear a feminine voice among them.

“I’m sure someone as perceptive as you has realized it by now.”

The blonde agent redirected Robin’s attention to her once again.

“What have you done with the female prisoners here?”

One of the female guards who had remained behind Robin moved to the wall of the elevator shaft, and with a sharp jerk of their hand, knocked the wall forcefully. The sound though was not of the kind of dull, muddled sound usually heard when knocking on cement – instead, there was an echo, as if a small rock had been thrown into a vast cavern. The raven-haired archaeologist’s eyes went wide in sudden realization…

They’re trapped in the walls?

Robin whipped her head around to stare in shock at Kalifa’s smirking face, her eyes obscured by the light shining off of her glasses. The two women stared at one another until, with a sudden jerk, the lift came to a halt, its back door opening for the group to exit. The woman carrying Robin turned around and followed the other two guards as they stepped out of the elevator into a long corridor, the floor of which was designed with circles interspersed with small rectangles. A sign on the wall to the prisoner’s right indicated their current location:

Level Five: Freezing Hell?

Robin’s nipples pointed outward as the temperature was decidedly colder than before, chilling her to the very core of her body. She began to squirm in her bonds, shifting her armbinder and grinding her legs in order to move the dildos inside of her, grunting softly as she tried to maintain body heat through stimulation. Kalifa, who was now behind her captive, reached out and cheekily tugged on Robin’s left nipple with a soft grip eliciting a small yelp from the prisoner. She taunted:

“You seem energized all of a sudden – should I let you hop about in the snow outside?”

With that, one of the guards pulled open a door off to the left, releasing blustery, wintry winds into the small corridor, blasting Robin’s exposed skin with the frigid air. Her teeth began to chatter almost instantaneously, body quivering uncontrollably, and after a minute or two of writhing around on top of the guards shoulder, Robin was stood up on her own two feet, directly facing the open door. Kalifa walked up in front of her raven-haired captive, temporarily, but not completely blocking the icy gusts. Cupping the beauty’s chin in one hand, Kalifa leaned in and kissed her directly on the lips once again, as Robin’s eyes widened in shock. The kiss was brief, yet full, their lips almost merging together. Robin mmphed forcefully through it, unable to resist what was to be the agent’s last advance. Finally, the blonde pulled away, smiled broadly at the prisoner and walked off, leaving Robin alone to deal with cold.

“This is where our paths diverge, Nico Robin. Enjoy what remains of your life – I know I will…”

Despite the growing numbness in her face, Robin still felt that kiss linger on her lips as she prepared to endure her arctic fate. But just as she was about to hop towards the open door, the guard closed it unceremoniously, shutting the winds out of the hallway. Confused, Robin cried out:

“What is the meaning of this?”

She was met with no verbal response – the guard in front of her began walking in her direction, trying to release one of the items strapped to her belt.

It was a plug gag.

Robin’s eyes once again dilated as she saw the object coming toward her. It was a large leather strap with a metal tube on it’s interior, a design meant to keep the victim’s mouth open for whatever use necessary. Having been in the underground before, she knew the horrors of such a device and began to thrash about. When she was about to fall over, one of the guards grabbed her from behind, gripping her right breast in one hand and applying pressure to her crotch in the other. She was powerless to resist the stream of stimulation that again flooded through her body, causing her to blush and groan outright. As the gag approached, she somehow managed to close her mouth, but a sharp twist on her nipple wrested a loud open-mouthed scream from her. The tube was immediately thrust in between her awaiting lips, its attached straps tightened severely behind her head, effectively muffling her cries. The woman holding her up continued to toy with her body mercilessly, as she moaned uncontrollably.

Meanwhile, the third guard had walked to the wall and opened up a secret compartment containing a small monitor. She spoke aloud and entered the following information into the machine:

“Sector 5S - Jail #526 - Occupant name: ‘Devil Child’ Nico Robin – Former Affiliated Crew: ‘Straw Hat’ Pirates - Hometown: Ohara”

“MMMPH?!”

Ohara…

That name echoed in her head, reminding her of her mission to find the Rio Poneglyph and the “One True History” for her island. She had thought coming along with the Straw Hats had meant she had finally found the road to salvation, and a means to completing that goal. But unless by some miracle another member of the crew was still alive or at least not imprisoned, there would be no next island, no more information found in her quest. That journey would end here.

Her dream, and the Ohara’s dream, was dead.

Tears sprang to her eyes as she started to give in to pure, unadulterated despair for the first time, unable to face her failure.

This is it. This is all I was meant to accomplish. I failed.

While she was overcome by a wave of emotion, the other guards remained at work, manipulating Robin’s body and preparing her for her fate in a most interesting manner. From the ground’s small square like panels, three tubes were pulled. The first was brought up to Robin’s face and secured into the plug gag still filling her mouth. The archaeologist mmphed slightly as the tube was inserted and fixed in place, the air decidedly tasting different from the cold air around her. A hint of saltiness could be tasted…

The other two tubes were held by the one of the guards, and were positioned directly over her right and left nipples, the second guard holding her breasts up from behind. The third guard remained at the monitor, and upon pressing a few buttons, both tubes suctioned directly onto her body, firmly gripping her areolae.

“MMPH!”

Robin jolted back into consciousness, trying to deal with the new sensations coursing through her body. She tried jerking her head and moving her breasts to dislodge the tubes, but despite her best efforts, all three remained fixed in place. All the movement did was arouse her even more, as gravity and momentum tugged on her extremely sensitive boobs.

“MMMMMPH!! MMPH! MMM MM MMMMmmmmmph…”

Whining pathetically into her gag as her cheeks turned red, she desperately asked them to let her go. She had more things to discover, more history to unearth. Her quest could not end here. She would rather go down fighting. Throwing her head back in an attempt to head-butt one of the guards, her head was instead caught in both of the guards’ hands from behind, while the one in front her attached some type of scuba goggles over her eyes. Confused and bewildered by this new accessory, she heard the third guard utter a new command.

“Prepare prisoner for drop.”

“MMMPH?!”

The two guards who had equipped her with all of these restraints moved away, leaving her to stand alone in her statuesque, yet bound and muzzled state. Looking down at where she was positioned, she noticed she was standing dead center on top of one of the circular panels in the floor beneath her.

She was going down.

Were they going to release her into the sea below? No, they were going to try and keep her alive, she knew that.

This must be my cell.

With that thought, the floor quickly opened up underneath her feet and she plunged downward into the watery depths below, the panel closing immediately after entry.

In the blink of an eye, her world once again became shrouded in darkness…

Robin’s strength was immediately sapped due to the energy given off by seawater; she struggled to keep her eyes open, desperately looking for light. The bonds clung to her body tightly, effectively immobilizing her in every way, shape, and form, and her devil fruit’s weakness only amplified the sensations on her breasts and orifices. She was only being kept alive by the air fed through the tube placed in her plug gag. She sucked at the air deeply, trying to steady her breath and acclimate to her new environment. And then suddenly, she felt something in her nether regions…

They’re vibrators?!

She moaned loudly as the suction on her breasts ratcheted up a level as well, the stimulation in her body reaching an all time high. She struggled internally, unable to physically combat the pleasure toys – she could only let the sensations wash over her continuously. Sucking on air heavily, she finally saw something in the distance through the water – a pinprick of green light. It grew larger and larger over time, steadily increasing on a specific interval until it encompassed her entire field of vision. The water was being back-lit by a green light, illuminating her scenario.

She was in a small cylindrical tube, barely big enough to hold her curvaceous body. To her sides were no doubt hundreds of other tubes containing notorious prisoners in similar comatose states, probably experiencing the same fluctuations of pleasure that radiated through her body. The thought disturbed her as her air supply took on a sickly sweet odor to it. Robin’s eyelids, already heavy from contact with seawater, slowly closed, allowing her consciousness to slide silently into aroused oblivion, as wave after wave of stimulation rocked her to sleep.

“MMMMmmmmmmmphh…”

Nico Robin, once feared by the World Government as the greatest threat to their global power was effectively frozen in time, bound to spend the rest of her days in uncontrollable pleasure.

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The wall in Level 4 had closed. The “Cat Burglar” that had tarnished her reputation a few years ago was locked away forever. The thought of that woman, that bitch eternally trapped and tortured with pleasure was a lovely thought for this blonde-haired agent. Yes, watching Nami’s last sentient moments unfold over the monitors upstairs satisfied her to no end, allowing a smirk to grace her lips as she sat back and relaxed in one of the rolling chairs behind her.

Oh, that felt good… I almost wish I could play with her some more.

The thought had tempted her – why not pretend the pirate was dead? Hold onto her body and enslave her to do her own bidding? Those lips… those breasts… that temper… But that would have been sexual harassment. And she would not stand for that. No…

This was punishment. And there was more to dole out.

“Kalifa-sama!”

“Yes, Domino, is our next guest ready?”

The female Head Jailer of Impel Down stood at attention behind the CP9 agent, riding crop dangling from her gloved right hand. A large white coat graced her shoulders, a clear display of authority, only partially covering up her tan, button-down, double-breasted jacket. The militaristic uniform she wore all but showcased her professionalism and allure, her sunglasses and long bangs hiding any expressions her eyes made. The woman responded succinctly:

“She is currently awaiting treatment in the isolation chamber, ready for transport to Level Five.”

Kalifa’s smirk shifted into a broad smile.

“Excellent.”

Nothing.

Nothing but darkness. The world was stained pitch-black in all directions.

Have I gone blind? Is there something over my eyes?

An attempt to reach for her face is impaired.

Something is holding me down. I feel weak… probably seastone…

The woman wanted answers. She struggled to remember how she was placed in this predicament, her throbbing head indicating some kind of trauma.

There was an explosion and falling rubble… a palace was collapsing… I was underneath a tree… in a field of sunflowers…

Gasp

LUFFY!

Creeeaaakkk….

A light breaks through the darkness.

Someone is coming.

Nico Robin squinted her eyes toward the light, attention now fully on her present situation. The door’s noise had seamlessly transitioned into the steady clacking of heels on a metal floor. As soon as it had arrived, the light disappeared. The walking sounds echoed in the large room, ominously crescendoing, mixing with her own steadily increasing heartbeat. Suddenly the sounds came to an abrupt halt, leaving Robin once again lost in the void with her thundering heart. A minute passed, until…

Click

A spotlight sprang to life from above, focused intently on her, it’s hum eradicating the silence. For the first time, she was able to see herself. She sat in a chair made entirely of seastone, still wearing the beautiful, black, mini-skirt dress she had purchased on Dressrosa with her arms and legs shackled to the respective arms and legs of the chair. A few limited tugs on her limbs told her she was going nowhere.

“It’s been awhile, hasn’t it, Nico Robin?”

A slender, feminine figure emerged from the darkness; the voice belonged to none other than Kalifa, the lone female agent of the former organization known as Cipher Pol 9, dressed in a tight, form-fitting black dress with fishnet stockings to boot. Disgust now replaced fear in the mind of Robin, replaying all of the events of Enies Lobby in her head. All of that energy and effort used to escape the World Government’s clutches, only to end up in the hands of the same people two years later. However, as she always does in critical situations, the archaeologist remained calm and tried to needle her captor for information.

“Yes, it has, Kalifa. Where am I, and why are you here? Last I heard, CP-9 had been replaced with new employees awhile back.”

“Aren’t you the inquisitive one? I would expect nothing less from you, Devil Child. Thankfully, neither of those questions is designated as classified information.”

“Oh, then please enlighten me.”

“You may soon regret that. As far as where we are, I bid thee welcome to the Great Gaol of Impel Down. I’m sure you’ve heard of it before.”

The name ricocheted through Robin’s brain as she tried to process that statement. The very symbol of hopelessness and despair she had avoided her entire life was now her current, and most likely final, resting place. Her mind raced with questions: How did she end up here? Where was the crew? Were they imprisoned as well? The very thought disturbed her to no end, imagining the rest of the Straw Hats locked away in this hellhole.

Is it really over?

Kalifa noticed the change of attitude in Robin’s face, her eyes slightly dilated and lips dangling in shock. Smirking once again and readjusting her glasses so they hid her pupils, the agent proceeded on:

“And I am simply here to finish what I had started two years ago. Nothing more, nothing less.”

Robin had yet to respond, her look of anguish now slowly ebbing away into a more defiant, yet reasonably worried stare.

I must maintain hope. She could be lying to me – perhaps I am not in Impel Down. The others might still be alive. The less I know about them, the better at this point. She will try to feed me false information – be on your guard, Robin.

“I have trouble believing a darkened room with no torture devices is the infamous Impel Down. I had expected more from the world’s greatest prison.”

A wry smile graced Robin’s mouth as the contempt in her voice and expressions returned. In her dealings with the buxom blonde a few years ago, she knew that the agent could be easily flustered. Perhaps she could work out some more information this way. Based on the subtle twitch in Kalifa’s eyebrows, she assumed the barb worked.

“Be careful what you wish for, Nico Robin… Guards!”

Two women garbed in their Impel Down uniforms moved forward from the darkness surrounding the spotlight, bringing with them a small suitcase. One of them halted just behind Kalifa’s right side, while the other moved straight to Robin with the suitcase in tow, stopping a few feet from the chair. Bringing the case up, she unclasped it and revealed the contents to the archaeologist…

It was a bloodied straw hat, with a red band around its base.

Robin’s eyes deadened, wide, yet lifeless with shock. The hat was in tatters, and having seen it’s former splendor, Robin herself was emotionally shattered upon witnessing its current broken state.

Kalifa eyed her speechless captive with another satisfied smirk, pleased at the response this simple, nonverbal message had elicited.

“Perhaps we aren’t in Impel Down, although I can assure you we most certainly are… but this should prove how hopeless your current situations truly is.”

The sultry, yet harsh tone of Kalifa’s voice rang in Robin’s ears, the word hopeless causing a small shudder in the raven-haired beauty’s body. The blonde walked directly up to Robin and gently lifted her head by the chin so that she could look straight into the jailer’s eyes. The light of defiance had seemingly burnt out.

“What’s going to happen to me?” Robin asked, fighting back a flood of tears. She didn’t expect a straight answer, but didn’t know what else to say. If this hat was to be believed, there was no way out, no escape route. Just pain and misery…

“I think you’ll like it more than you think, Devil Child,” Califa responded, “The World Government wanted to have you publicly executed, but I saved you from that torment. You said back at the Judicial Tower that you ‘wanted to live,’” Kalifa mockingly made quote marks in the air with her fingers, “So I did what I had to do to keep you alive, and take you to sea.”

“What do you mean?”

“You’ll see. Guards?”

Robin finally noticed a third woman alongside Kalifa, who had brought some sort of bag with her. She shuddered to think what was inside, but figured she would find out soon enough. Two of the women assumed positions on both sides of the chair; the third stood behind her. The two guards on her sides reached down and unlocked the shackles binding her arms, releasing her hands much to her surprise. She rubbed her wrists delicately, trying to ease the pain caused by the manacles’ grip.

“What’s the meaning of this?” questioned the raven-haired beauty.

“I may be ruthless, but I am not heartless - this is the last time, in your life, that your hands will be free. You have 1 minute to do what you want with them. Then they will be locked away.”

Robin initially froze. What was she going to do? Kalifa’s smirk remained – she was being serious. Was her fate really going to be that intense? She tried to use her powers, picturing herself disarming the guards around her with deadly efficiency, but the seastone of the chair prevented her blooming body parts. Cursing silently, she instead brought her hands closer to her face, and realizing this might be her last chance, touched her cheeks, nose, and lips, savoring every last sensation.

“Time’s up.”

Without mercy, the guards quickly moved forward and ripped off her dress, revealing her massive breasts. Cold air caused her nipples to perk up, but she was unable to shield them - the two grunts standing by her snatched her arms away, drawing them behind her back. Then, she felt it – a latex mono-sleeve of some sort. They effortlessly fed her arms into the contraption, and soon, it reached up to cover her triceps. Her arms were now almost melded together, and since her shoulders were drawn back, her breasts became more prominent.

“This is something known as an armbinder,” Kalifa coyly explained. “As you might have guessed by now, it is designed with longevity in mind, so please get comfortable. There are trace elements of seastone scattered around in the make-up of the leather just to ensure that your ability will not be used any time soon.”

Robin’s eyes scanned her chest, as two straps were connected, crisscrossing above her breasts to secure the armbinder to her body. Her breasts now seemed to jut out lasciviously, and with her arms permanently incapacitated, she had no means of defending herself from any type of assault on her physique. Kalifa took notice of this, and the blonde cradled Robin’s breasts delicately in both hands.

“My, my, the armbinder does indeed have some additional benefits! You look positively lovely. Careful though – now that you’re like this, someone might get the idea that you’re inviting them to touch your breasts.”

The blonde then leaned forward and kissed Robin’s right nipple, sending shockwaves through the captive’s body. She was powerless to resist, as Kalifa used her hands, fingers, lips, and tongue to play with the firm, yet malleable mounds of flesh. Sucking, licking, rolling, circling, pinching - despite her best efforts to fight it, Robin was slowly becoming increasingly excited. Her cheeks bloomed a deep shade of red, and she partially closed her eyes, remaining slightly open mouthed as soft moans of pleasure escaped her lips. Her breathing became labored as the assault continued, the kneading not restricted to one side or another – Kalifa masterfully balanced her attention on both, and after one particularly loud moan, the blonde looked downward.

“And here I thought you were experienced… Your time with the Strawhats must have been pretty mundane if I’m able to get this kind of reaction out you already. Or maybe it’s just my skill? Hmmm… regardless, I can’t wait to see what this next part does to you.”

With that, Kalifa backed away, and the two guards unlocked Robin’s ankles from the chair, grabbed her by the shoulders, and hoisted her into the air. She was fairly tall, 6’2”, so she was surprised when her feet were unable to touch the ground. She struggled a bit, testing her mobility, but with the guards’ firm grip and her arms sealed away, she wasn’t going anywhere. The third guard, meanwhile, had walked up from behind and gradually removed the pirate’s black boots and white panties, leaving her completely nude and vulnerable save for the armbinder.

Kalifa meanwhile had returned from rummaging through the equipment bag with a blindfold in hand – an item that she dangled in front of her captive’s face. She climbed up on to the seat of the chair and applied the leather blindfold over Robin’s eyes, once again sending her captive into total darkness.

“This will keep you guessing for awhile, dear.”

“What do you mean by tha-mmmph?”

Lips and tongue smashed together cruelly, yet tastefully, smacking and rubbing against each other as the blonde began an assault on Robin’s exposed mouth. She tried to fight off her assailant, but two hands reached out and grasped the sides of her head, cradling her as the kiss turned passionate. Sucking, tugging, brushing, moaning… Robin’s mind was in a state of confusion, unable to process all of the unwanted sensations. Bound and exposed in a weakened state, helpless to anyone’s advances yet aroused beyond belief, toyed with by the very people who had captured her – she was their plaything. And the thought of that excited her in some twisted way…

…until she felt them.

While Kalifa had kept her senses occupied, the third guard had retrieved some latex underwear from the duffle bag, and had begun the process of dragging them up Robin’s long, dangling legs. They had travelled about halfway up the thigh when first contact was made.

Dildos were attached to the front and back of the bottoms.

Robin’s eyes opened wide behind her blindfold, as she finally realized what was happening - they were going to force both inside of her. Judging by where the panties were on her thigh and where she was feeling pressure, the front one must have been at least 7 inches long, while the rear was probably 6. For the first time, she fought back, wrestling free of Kalifa’s kiss and lashing out with a kick in front of her, momentarily halting the panties’ progress up her legs. Her kick accomplished nothing, as her right leg swung out harmlessly into the air. The blonde agent reacted quickly, moving to the side and grabbing the limb with her left arm. She began to caress the underside of her thigh before gripping it firmly. Robin winced, as Kalifa began her taunts anew:

“If you lash out like that again, I’ll have to consider more drastic measures. After all, that’s sexual harassment.”

Gulp

Tears now came flooding down Robin’s face, breaking free of the emotional dam she had built up inside,

“Awww, why are you crying? You look so beautiful as you are right now. Besides, we’re still just getting started.”

Kalifa’s right hand moved once again to Robin’s face, fondling it softly before using her thumb to wipe away some of the tears that stained her captive’s face.

“I’m sorry to say that these will be in you permanently. But can’t you just imagine how good you’ll feel?”

“No please! Don’t put those in – MMMMPH!!!”

Before she could say another word, Kalifa let go of her leg and resumed her all-encompassing kiss as the guard slid the butt plug in first. Robin gasped and sucked for air, obstructed by the luscious lips blocking her mouth, as the lubed and ridged member was unhurriedly pressed in. The process was painstakingly slow but eventually it fit snugly in place with a loud plop.

“MMMM MMMMmmmmmph…”

Kalifa’s right hand reached down, removing itself from Robin’s cheek and ventured between her legs, preparing the moist entrance with a little massaging and teasing. She dragged her fingers delicately over the raven-haired beauty’s swollen vulvae, wresting a convulsion out of her captive’s torso, Robin’s breasts jiggling slightly against the blonde’s. Still reeling from the plug and kissing, Robin had no time to collect herself when the time came.

The dildo’s head entered between her nether lips slowly, accompanied by a dull moan from the archaeologist, her mouth still very much occupied by Kalifa’s lips. The rest of the cold shaft entered with a single, forceful thrust, providing an interesting dichotomy against the heat in her body – it felt massive inside of her, filling her to the brim, and the sensations nearly destroyed her mind right then. Both of the intruders that now plugged her holes began to move and shift inside of her as she struggled to acclimate mentally to their presence. While the guard gave a few extra pats at the bases of the shafts to ensure their stability before securing the straps around her waist, Kalifa finished her kiss with a final tug at Robin’s lower lip. A broad smile formed once again:

“Aww, there, that wasn’t so bad, was it?” she cooed.

Robin was gone.

Her mind was a daze of pleasure and despair, her head hanging limply to her left as her legs dangled lifelessly in the air. Coherent thoughts struggled to form in her brain as it was under siege by the stimulation. She could do nothing in her current state but attempt to fight the sensations coursing through her body, a periodic spasm the only sign of conscious movement.

Kalifa reached forward and removed the blindfold, expecting to see how broken Robin was and revel in that look – upon pulling it from her eyes however, she found that they were not the dull pupils that indicated lifelessness – no…

They were very much alive and consciously transfixed on her, something that shocked her to her very core.

This was the look of a caged lioness, anxiously waiting for the moment to get her vengeance, her eyebrows curled downward to complement the subtly intense glare of her constricted pupils. A cold sweat ran down Kalifa’s cheek, chills running up and down her spine – she shook her head vigorously to get ahold of herself, returning to look at her captive’s face, only to be surprised once more…

The look had vanished.

Kalifa backed away slightly, unsure of what to do next – she determined that Robin’s spirit was still very much alive beneath her faded expression. She had clearly grown much stronger over the last few years – the agent would have to be careful.

Meanwhile, the third guard had continued her work unaware of what had just transpired, tightening belts around Robin’s ankles, knees, and thighs, securing her gorgeous, shapely legs tightly together. Robin began to move as the last belt was pulled taut, shifting slightly as she regained some mental strength. She stared worriedly at Kalifa’s face in front of her – her peril was not over yet and she knew it.

Bear it. I have been through worse. The Straw Hats taught me that no situation is hopeless. I will bide my time for the right moment.

Kalifa waited a few minutes, eyeing the pirate warily, lips slightly pursed before one of the guards brought her back to reality:

“Kalifa-sama, shall we head out?”

The agent jolted out of her thought process and regained her formerly confident composure, combing her fingers through her long locks of hair.

“Yes, I believe it is time – bring the captive to level five.”

One of the guards threw Robin over her shoulder, her breasts hanging juicily in the air - she was facing behind her as the four officers worked their way out of the darkened room to the main service elevator. Walking inside, there was a lever off to the left. One of the guards moved forward and shifted it a few clicks; the lift responded by moving downward toward the desired destination. The air was filled with the groans and cries of its prisoners, and though Robin could not see them, their presence resonated in her brain – the crack of a whip, knives slicing, boiling water, all of it rang through her imagination as she awaited her own horrific punishment…

Then, upon further examination, a thought entered her mind and germinated there, something so disheartening she dare not think it. She shuffled it away as mere speculation, but a few more minutes passed and there was no mistaking a specific quality to the voices reverberating in the establishment…

Where are the women?

The Great Gaol of Impel Down did not discriminate in the gender of prisoners selected, or so she thought, but the voices crying out for help were all decidedly male. No matter how high-pitched some of the screams were, the pirate could not hear a feminine voice among them.

“I’m sure someone as perceptive as you has realized it by now.”

The blonde agent redirected Robin’s attention to her once again.

“What have you done with the female prisoners here?”

One of the female guards who had remained behind Robin moved to the wall of the elevator shaft, and with a sharp jerk of their hand, knocked the wall forcefully. The sound though was not of the kind of dull, muddled sound usually heard when knocking on cement – instead, there was an echo, as if a small rock had been thrown into a vast cavern. The raven-haired archaeologist’s eyes went wide in sudden realization…

They’re trapped in the walls?

Robin whipped her head around to stare in shock at Kalifa’s smirking face, her eyes obscured by the light shining off of her glasses. The two women stared at one another until, with a sudden jerk, the lift came to a halt, its back door opening for the group to exit. The woman carrying Robin turned around and followed the other two guards as they stepped out of the elevator into a long corridor, the floor of which was designed with circles interspersed with small rectangles. A sign on the wall to the prisoner’s right indicated their current location:

Level Five: Freezing Hell?

Robin’s nipples pointed outward as the temperature was decidedly colder than before, chilling her to the very core of her body. She began to squirm in her bonds, shifting her armbinder and grinding her legs in order to move the dildos inside of her, grunting softly as she tried to maintain body heat through stimulation. Kalifa, who was now behind her captive, reached out and cheekily tugged on Robin’s left nipple with a soft grip eliciting a small yelp from the prisoner. She taunted:

“You seem energized all of a sudden – should I let you hop about in the snow outside?”

With that, one of the guards pulled open a door off to the left, releasing blustery, wintry winds into the small corridor, blasting Robin’s exposed skin with the frigid air. Her teeth began to chatter almost instantaneously, body quivering uncontrollably, and after a minute or two of writhing around on top of the guards shoulder, Robin was stood up on her own two feet, directly facing the open door. Kalifa walked up in front of her raven-haired captive, temporarily, but not completely blocking the icy gusts. Cupping the beauty’s chin in one hand, Kalifa leaned in and kissed her directly on the lips once again, as Robin’s eyes widened in shock. The kiss was brief, yet full, their lips almost merging together. Robin mmphed forcefully through it, unable to resist what was to be the agent’s last advance. Finally, the blonde pulled away, smiled broadly at the prisoner and walked off, leaving Robin alone to deal with cold.

“This is where our paths diverge, Nico Robin. Enjoy what remains of your life – I know I will…”

Despite the growing numbness in her face, Robin still felt that kiss linger on her lips as she prepared to endure her arctic fate. But just as she was about to hop towards the open door, the guard closed it unceremoniously, shutting the winds out of the hallway. Confused, Robin cried out:

“What is the meaning of this?”

She was met with no verbal response – the guard in front of her began walking in her direction, trying to release one of the items strapped to her belt.

It was a plug gag.

Robin’s eyes once again dilated as she saw the object coming toward her. It was a large leather strap with a metal tube on it’s interior, a design meant to keep the victim’s mouth open for whatever use necessary. Having been in the underground before, she knew the horrors of such a device and began to thrash about. When she was about to fall over, one of the guards grabbed her from behind, gripping her right breast in one hand and applying pressure to her crotch in the other. She was powerless to resist the stream of stimulation that again flooded through her body, causing her to blush and groan outright. As the gag approached, she somehow managed to close her mouth, but a sharp twist on her nipple wrested a loud open-mouthed scream from her. The tube was immediately thrust in between her awaiting lips, its attached straps tightened severely behind her head, effectively muffling her cries. The woman holding her up continued to toy with her body mercilessly, as she moaned uncontrollably.

Meanwhile, the third guard had walked to the wall and opened up a secret compartment containing a small monitor. She spoke aloud and entered the following information into the machine:

“Sector 5S - Jail #526 - Occupant name: ‘Devil Child’ Nico Robin – Former Affiliated Crew: ‘Straw Hat’ Pirates - Hometown: Ohara”

“MMMPH?!”

Ohara…

That name echoed in her head, reminding her of her mission to find the Rio Poneglyph and the “One True History” for her island. She had thought coming along with the Straw Hats had meant she had finally found the road to salvation, and a means to completing that goal. But unless by some miracle another member of the crew was still alive or at least not imprisoned, there would be no next island, no more information found in her quest. That journey would end here.

Her dream, and the Ohara’s dream, was dead.

Tears sprang to her eyes as she started to give in to pure, unadulterated despair for the first time, unable to face her failure.

This is it. This is all I was meant to accomplish. I failed.

While she was overcome by a wave of emotion, the other guards remained at work, manipulating Robin’s body and preparing her for her fate in a most interesting manner. From the ground’s small square like panels, three tubes were pulled. The first was brought up to Robin’s face and secured into the plug gag still filling her mouth. The archaeologist mmphed slightly as the tube was inserted and fixed in place, the air decidedly tasting different from the cold air around her. A hint of saltiness could be tasted…

The other two tubes were held by the one of the guards, and were positioned directly over her right and left nipples, the second guard holding her breasts up from behind. The third guard remained at the monitor, and upon pressing a few buttons, both tubes suctioned directly onto her body, firmly gripping her areolae.

“MMPH!”

Robin jolted back into consciousness, trying to deal with the new sensations coursing through her body. She tried jerking her head and moving her breasts to dislodge the tubes, but despite her best efforts, all three remained fixed in place. All the movement did was arouse her even more, as gravity and momentum tugged on her extremely sensitive boobs.

“MMMMMPH!! MMPH! MMM MM MMMMmmmmmph…”

Whining pathetically into her gag as her cheeks turned red, she desperately asked them to let her go. She had more things to discover, more history to unearth. Her quest could not end here. She would rather go down fighting. Throwing her head back in an attempt to head-butt one of the guards, her head was instead caught in both of the guards’ hands from behind, while the one in front her attached some type of scuba goggles over her eyes. Confused and bewildered by this new accessory, she heard the third guard utter a new command.

“Prepare prisoner for drop.”

“MMMPH?!”

The two guards who had equipped her with all of these restraints moved away, leaving her to stand alone in her statuesque, yet bound and muzzled state. Looking down at where she was positioned, she noticed she was standing dead center on top of one of the circular panels in the floor beneath her.

She was going down.

Were they going to release her into the sea below? No, they were going to try and keep her alive, she knew that.

This must be my cell.

With that thought, the floor quickly opened up underneath her feet and she plunged downward into the watery depths below, the panel closing immediately after entry.

In the blink of an eye, her world once again became shrouded in darkness…

Robin’s strength was immediately sapped due to the energy given off by seawater; she struggled to keep her eyes open, desperately looking for light. The bonds clung to her body tightly, effectively immobilizing her in every way, shape, and form, and her devil fruit’s weakness only amplified the sensations on her breasts and orifices. She was only being kept alive by the air fed through the tube placed in her plug gag. She sucked at the air deeply, trying to steady her breath and acclimate to her new environment. And then suddenly, she felt something in her nether regions…

They’re vibrators?!

She moaned loudly as the suction on her breasts ratcheted up a level as well, the stimulation in her body reaching an all time high. She struggled internally, unable to physically combat the pleasure toys – she could only let the sensations wash over her continuously. Sucking on air heavily, she finally saw something in the distance through the water – a pinprick of green light. It grew larger and larger over time, steadily increasing on a specific interval until it encompassed her entire field of vision. The water was being back-lit by a green light, illuminating her scenario.

She was in a small cylindrical tube, barely big enough to hold her curvaceous body. To her sides were no doubt hundreds of other tubes containing notorious prisoners in similar comatose states, probably experiencing the same fluctuations of pleasure that radiated through her body. The thought disturbed her as her air supply took on a sickly sweet odor to it. Robin’s eyelids, already heavy from contact with seawater, slowly closed, allowing her consciousness to slide silently into aroused oblivion, as wave after wave of stimulation rocked her to sleep.

“MMMMmmmmmmmphh…”

Nico Robin, once feared by the World Government as the greatest threat to their global power was effectively frozen in time, bound to spend the rest of her days in uncontrollable pleasure.