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One Piece Bad Ends

by kingnothing1996 (ao3)

Chapter 1: Nami

Eight years.

Eight years of her damned life wasted earning money for Arlong, money that was supposed to buy her village's freedom but was instead given as a massive bribe to the Marines.

Nami had not taken the revelation well, and her first reaction was to try and kill Arlong. But Nami’s knife failed to so much as nick the Shark Fish-Man’s skin, and he had responded by knocking her down with one punch. Then, he had given Nami a choice. She could continue working for him and re-earn all the money she had saved up, or he’d dispose of her. 

In her anger, Nami had growled that she’d rather die than continue working for him. Nami had fully expected that to be the last thing she ever said, but it wasn’t. 

As it turned out, Arlong didn’t mean he’d kill Nami, just that he’d get rid of her. 

In all honesty it was a fate worse than death for Nami. For the last eight years her sole goal in life was to buy her village freedom, even if it cost her her life. But now she would never see her village again. 

Arlong had handed Nami over to the same Marines he bribed, saying that she was a thank you gift for accepting Arlong’s bribes for the last few years. 

Nami, at this point, had been heavily bound with rough ropes and gagged with dirty rags, and she stayed that way for the entire journey to the Marine’s base. 

Nami had expected that, at worse, she would be reduced to a living sex toy by the Marines. 

As it turned out, what was in store for Nami made her initial fears seem pleasant. 

Nami had been dragged behind the Marine base, where a large swimming pool was located. The Marine’s had the foresight to drug her, ensuring that while she’d be conscious, she’d be unable to stop what was being done to her. 

The Marines had stripped her naked and then shaved her, removing any and all hairs on her body. Once that was done, they forced her into a blue and white latex mermaid suit. Her arms were folded and kept folded by the short sleeves. Her legs were stuck together in a single sleeve, one that had a fish fin where her feet were. After that, a white and blue latex hood was pulled over her head, one that had glass lens over the eyes and openings for the mouth and nostrils. Once the hood was in place, a surprisingly light metallic breathing apparatus was strapped onto her back, and from it emerged a tube that ended in a mask that completely covered the lower half of her face. On the inside of the mask were three tubes, two small ones that entered Nami’s nose for breathing, and one large cock shaped tube that was crammed into her mouth, making her eyes water as she gagged on it.

After that, the Marines had waited for the drugs to wear off, and when they did, Nami began desperately struggling, trying to break free of her latex prison. For hours she struggled until she was too exhausted to move, and she had failed to do anything to her restraints. 

All she had succeeded in doing was showing her captors that there was no way for her to get out of the latex mermaid suit, and that was all they needed to know before they threw her into the pool.

Nami had no idea how much time had passed since then. She had discovered that by sucking on the rubber cock she could get a disgusting yet nutritious paste forced down her throat, and that if she wanted to keep getting oxygen she had to keep swimming. Nami’s entire world now consisted of swimming around the pool, though once a week, every week, a Marine would come and swap the food and oxygen tacks for fresh ones, and if she was lucky they’d take off the mask that covered the lower half of her face and allow her to suck them off, giving her a few brief chances to inhale some fresh air

It was humiliating and degrading, but now it was the only thing Nami looked forward to. She didn’t bother holding out hope for rescue, knowing that no hero was going to come save her, and that all she could do was keep swimming around the pool, sucking on the rubber cock, and pray that Nojiko was alright.

Chapter 2: Nami

In the back of her mind, Nojiko had always expected this to happen. 

Her sister the Navigator of one of, if not the, most infamous pirate crews to emerge from the East Blue. 

They had also disappeared about a year ago, and though the common consensus was that they were dead, Nojiko didn’t believe that for a second.

It seemed that the Marines didn’t either, as they had come to Nojiko, claiming they just wanted to talk to her about her sister. However, it was obvious to Nojiko that they didn’t just want her to talk, but for her to tell them where Nami was. 

Of course, Nojiko didn’t know where Nami was. In fact, she doubted anyone besides Nami and whomever she was with knew where she was. 

Nojiko didn’t say that though. She had little faith in the Marines after they spent almost a decade being bribed by Arlong, and she feared if she refused, they might force her to come with them by either threatening her or the village.

So, with no better option, Nojiko agreed to come to their base, planning to just tell them what they likely already knew, that Nami had last been seen at the Sabaody Archipelago and hadn’t been seen since. It would likely piss off the Marines, which was what Nojiko was hoping to accomplish.

Now Nojiko was on the Marine ship, sipping some odd tasting tea she had been offered. Admittedly Nojiko wasn’t a tea person, but she couldn’t help but notice how odd the tea tasted, though she brushed it off as just the taste.

Then Nojiko had felt a numbness in her feet that began quickly moving up her body faster than she could get up, causing her to fall to the floor. She tried to call out for help, but the words died in her throat as the numbness fully encompassed her. 

“About damn time,” one of the Marines who had been watching her said. “Let’s get to work,” another said as they crouched down next to her and, to her horror, began undressing her, stripping her of all her clothing. 

“Searching for your sister’s been a real pain in our ass,” another Marine said as they dropped a black latex suit next to Nojiko. “Headquarters is telling us to up our patrols to see if she comes back to your village,” a Marine said. “With any luck, if she does come back, she’ll be dumb enough to try and rescue her sister,” they said as the Marines began forcing Nojiko into the tight black rubber suit. Nojiko’s hands were forced to ball up into fists as the sleeves of the suit ended in spheres, and she couldn’t help but notice the condoms built into the suit at the crotch and ass. If she could, she’d scream and cry, but at the moment all she could was watch like a prisoner in her own body. 

“I hope you enjoy cock,” a Marine said as they approached Nojiko with a latex hood, one with a built-in plug gag and no eye openings, while another Marine forced her arms into an armbinder. “Cause it’s all you’re gonna taste from now on,” they said as they pulled the hood down over Nojiko’s head, plunging her world into darkness. The plug gag forced Nojiko’s mouth to stay open, and with the exception of an opening for a ponytail, which her blue hair was pulled through, there was nothing left uncovered to identify her.

“She just needs one last touch,” a Marine said as they picked up Nojiko’s headband and placed it on her head. It wasn’t much, but if Nami did come along, she’d be able to put two and two together.

“Now, let’s see how good your mouth is,” a Marine said as they pulled the plug out of the gag, pulled their pants down, and shoved their hard cock into Nojiko’s mouth.

In her mind, Nojiko screamed and sobbed, unable to do so with her own body, as more Marines joined in on defiling her body. Even if it meant she’d be walking into a trap, Nojiko hoped Nami would come to rescue her.

Otherwise, Nojiko saw no escape from her new life as a sex doll.

Chapter 3: Vivi

“How?” Vivi asked as the hand was lifted from her mouth, ungagging her.

“Hm?” the raven-haired woman who had abducted Vivi responded, raising an eyebrow as she looked down at her captive.

“How did you know I was going to infiltrate Baroque Works?” Vivi asked. The Princess of Alabasta had planned to infiltrate the criminal organization she believed was responsible for the troubles Alabasta had begun to experience. Vivi had told Igaram, captain of the Royal Guard, about the plan earlier in the day, and the Princess doubted it was a coincidence that she was abducted from her own bed just a few hours later. She had no idea who the woman was, only that she seemingly had Devil Fruit powers that allowed her to create limbs on any surface, which had allowed her to abduct Vivi and carry her out into the desert, and was most likely an agent of Baroque Works.

“I didn’t,” the woman said, a small grin on her face as she adjusted her cowboy hat. “Since you won’t be able to tell anyone, I might as well let you know.”

“Know what?” Vivi asked, feeling the fear within her grow even more. Unless her captor was lying, she had just exposed her own plan. Furthermore, her apparently not being able to tell anyone what she was about to hear did not bode well.

“My name is Miss All-Sunday, and I am the second in command of Baroque Works,” Miss All-Sunday said. “Our goal is to create a utopia here in Alabasta, but first we need to tear down the old kingdom,” she stated. “Our primary method is to sow social discourse and chaos, and what better way to do that than to abduct the Princess, heir to the throne, and frame disgruntled peasants for it?” she asked with a devilish grin.

Vivi’s blood went cold at the confirmation of her worst fears. 

“How could you do this?” Vivi asked. She knew there was evil in the world, but she couldn’t comprehend destroying an entire nation to build a new one.

“Personally, I’ll do whatever it takes to survive,” Miss All-Sunday said. “Including getting rid of nosy Princesses who threaten our plans,” she said as she tossed a pack on the ground, the contents of which spilled immediately and were revealed to be heavy-duty bandages. Suddenly more arms spawned on the ground and grabbed the rolls of bandages.

Vivi immediately realized what was going to happen, and began furiously struggling against the arms holding her in place.

“HELP!” Vivi screamed. “SOMEBODY HELP!” she called out as the arms began wrapping her, starting at her feet and quickly working their way upwards. In less than a minute Vivi was completely wrapped up to her legs, and in half a minute she was wrapped up to her neck, with her arms forcibly folded across her chest.

“HMRH MM!!!” Vivi continued screaming even after her mouth was wrapped, and just a few short seconds later, her entire head was wrapped.

(HELP ME!)

But that was not the end. No, three more layers of wrappings were added, completely immobilizing Vivi and almost completely silencing her. 

“There, you look much better like this Princess,” Miss All-Sunday said mockingly as she used her additional arms to dig a hole, which Vivi was promptly shoved inside. Only the Princesses wrapped head remained above ground after the hole was refilled.

“Now, if you’re lucky, the slavers I contacted will find you before the elements get to you,” Miss All-Sunday said as her additional arms dispersed into petals. “If not…” she didn’t even bother finishing her sentence, merely shrugging before walking off, leaving Vivi to feebly call for help as she began to feel the coldness of the desert night. All she could do was hope somebody found her and saved her.

But Vivi knew that the desert was a place where getting lost was easier than being found.

Chapter 4: Robin (Suggested by Skelebomb)

Nico Robin had expected, once Cipher Pol 9 was done with her, she would be executed. It was something she had anticipated would happen for years.

It was also what she deserved for betraying the trust of the only people to truly accept her as one of them without any strings attached. 

But that’s not what happened.

Robin wished it was, but it wasn’t.

As it turned out, the World Government didn’t think execution was an appropriate punishment for forcing them to spend twenty years hunting for her. Apparently it was too lax of a punishment for her crimes. Furthermore, the fact that she expected, and wanted, death meant they would be giving her exactly what she wanted, which wasn’t acceptable. 

So, the World Government had ordered Robin imprisoned within Impel Down, and she was sentenced to live.

Living, however, was not how Robin would describe her punishment.

Upon arrival, Robin was forced into a tight purple latex catsuit, the hands of which ended in useless mittens. It was followed up with a purple armbinder that forced her arms behind her back in a painful manner. An open-faced purple latex hood came next, with her hair hidden by the hood, and it was just as tight as the suit.

A leather body bag came next. It was even tighter than the latex suit and took away what little mobility Robin had left. Following the body bag was a leather posture collar that forced Robin to keep looking forwards. Robin had thought that was the end of her restraints, unable to imagine anything more being added, but she was swiftly proven wrong when she placed inside another, much larger leather body bag. In fact, it was so big it could easily have fit two more women with the same build as Robin. The empty space was promptly filled with liquid latex which solidified almost as fast as it entered the bag. 

The final part of Robin’s bondage was a leather sensory deprivation hood that removed Robin’s ability to see, speak, or hear. The mouth of the hood was a metal ring which a tube was promptly shoved through.

Robin could only guess what happened next. It felt as though she was placed in a hole of some kind, which was promptly filled up with some liquid that hardened after a few hours. Robin assumed it was cement, but for all she knew it could be more liquid latex. What she did know was that it covered her completely, and the tiny amount of movement she still had was lost. She also knew that once a day, at least she thought it was once a day, food and water would be sent down the tube, and she’d have to swallow it quickly if she wanted to breathe again. 

How long Robin had been in this hell was unknown to her. Some days she suspected it had been months, other days years, and sometimes she even wondered if it had only been a few hours. She didn’t know if she was still sane, or if she was deluding herself into thinking that. She also didn’t know the waking world from the sleeping world anymore, as her dreams had slowly degraded from the childhood she wished she had to the same pitch blackness she saw with her eyes open. 

Robin had to admit, it was the perfect prison. Forcing Robin to stay alive while also making sure she might as well be dead, with her body's self-preservation reflexes preventing her from ending her suffering. It was the best way to make someone who had wanted to die suffer, and she truly hated every single moment of it.

Chapter 5: Kalifa (Suggested by Dbgtt)

Glass.

It was something Kalifa had given very little thought too throughout her life. There were moments where she stopped to think about it, usually when her glasses were damaged in some way, but otherwise it was an unimportant part of her life.

Now, however, glass surrounded her. 

Following CP9s failure at Enies Lobby, their cowardly former boss pinned the blame solely on the agents, forcing them to go on the run from the same government they had served for years.

For the first few months CP9 had been able to evade those sent after them with ease.

Then CP0 was sent after them, and their time as fugitives was brought to an end.

Once she was captured, Kalifa had been separated from the others, and unfortunately for Kalifa, it was for the worst possible reason.

As it turned out, a Celestial Dragon had had their eye on Kalifa for a long time, with only her status as a CP9 agent keeping her safe. But since CP9 no longer existed, she was no longer safe from him.

Kalifa had assumed that, at best, she was going to become a trophy wife. Alternatively, at worse, she’d become a slave. Kalifa often found herself wishing the latter was true, because it would have been far better than what ultimately happened to her.

The Celestial Dragon had a fetish for attractive young women, preferably pirates or some kind of criminal, trapped in glass statues. Kalifa had tried to flee following this revelation, but it turned out the Celestial Dragon had consumed some variant of the Gas-Gas Fruit which allowed him to produce aphrodisiac gasses. When Kalifa woke up, she found almost her entire body encased in glass, forcing her to stay kneeling with her legs spread and her hands clasped behind her head. There was even glass in her mouth, forcing her to smile. The only parts of her body exposed were her crotch and breasts, which thanks to her pose were on full display. 

Even with her strength, Kalifa found herself unable to break free, and the once fearsome assassin was reduced to a living sex object for the Celestial Dragon and his wives.

Ah yes, the wives.

Kalifa didn’t know how many there were, only that the Celestial Dragon enjoyed watching them molest Kalifa. Some of them were apologetic and clearly forced into doing it, while others took glee in making her suffer. Arguably the worst part was that they would play with her for hours, building her up towards a climax, only to deny her one each and every time.

In the two years she had spent like this she had seen countless new women be brought in and countless old women taken out. She had no idea what happened to the women who were removed, but she imagined it was better than remaining part of the collection, and hoped one day she would find out.

Unbeknownst to Kalifa, that day would never come. She had been the object of the Celestial Dragons desires for nearly a decade before her captor, and he had specified that under no circumstance, up to and including his death, should she be released. Instead, she would spend her life encased in her prison, knowing all that separates her from those who were free was a layer of glass.

Chapter 6: Perona (Suggested by EmperorImper)

If there was one thing Perona loved to claim from the pirate crews who fell victim to Thriller Bark, it was cute dolls. Yes, treasure was nice too, but practically every ship had treasure on it. Dolls, however, were a rarity amongst pirate ships, so whenever Perona found one, it was a special occasion. 

The latest doll Perona had found, however, was a bit odd. It was cute, which was why Perona had taken it, but it was different. The doll was clearly a human woman, but it was oddly shiny. Most of its torso was black, with red along the arms, legs, shoulders, and stomach. Its skin was dark, its eyes brown, its hair short and black, and a black military cap sat atop its head. The doll felt as though it was made from rubber, but it felt oddly good against Perona’s skin. So good in fact that she hadn’t parted with it since she got her hands on it, and even took it with her to bed. 

Unbeknownst to Perona though, the doll was not a normal doll. It had a mind, powers, and desires of its own, and chief among those desires were to turn Perona into a proper mount.

In the dead of night, when Perona was fast asleep, the doll squirmed its way out of Perona’s arms and promptly got to work. The first thing they needed to do was remove the bedsheets, which took a few moments, but thankfully failed to wake-up Perona. Normally the next step would be to strip their victim, but as luck would have it, Perona had opted to sleep in the nude that night.

Now it was time for the doll to use its abilities. From thin air a pink latex catsuit materialized next to Perona, followed by a pink latex hood, a pair of pink latex mittens, pink ballet boots, a massive pink ball gag, a butt plug with a horse tail emerged from the other end, and finally a pink latex bitchsuit.

The doll had to work slowly, knowing that if Perona woke up before she was restrained, all she had done would be for nothing. Getting the latex suit on was the hardest part, and getting the boots on were tricky as well. In contrast, the mittens were easy. The bitchsuit itself wasn’t as tricky as the suit and boots, but not as easy as the mittens, and it was as the doll inserted the butt plug that Perona finally awoke.

“Huh?” the pink-haired woman said groggily as she looked down at her restrained body, before her eyes shot open and she began to thrash in her bondage.

“SOMEONE HMMP!” Perona screamed, only to be cut off by the doll shoving the ball gag into her mouth, forcing her to stretch her jaw to a painful degree. “MMHNPH NRM MNN NNNNG?” she shouted as she saw the doll picking up the latex hood.

(SOMEONE HELP! WHAT ARE YOU DOING?)

“Making sure my mount looks the part,” the doll said, causing Perona to go silent and cease her struggles in shock, allowing the doll to swiftly move in and pull the hood down over Perona’s head. The only things the hood didn’t cover were Perona’s nostrils and her pigtails. “Now, on the floor,” the doll ordered as she materialized a doll size riding crop and struck Perona’s ass with it, causing her to yelp and stumble off the bed.

“Good,” the doll said as they hopped off the bed and onto Perona’s back, grabbing her pigtails as she landed. “Now forward,” she commanded, kicking Perona’s sides and pulling on her hair until she began moving forwards. “Good, very good,” the doll said. “Now show me around my new kingdom,” the doll commanded, pulling on Perona’s hair again, and without any other option, the ghost princess obeyed, crawling forwards as she began crying under the hood.

Chapter 7: Shirahoshi (Suggested by EgyptianDio)

The surface.

For as long as Shirahoshi could recall she had wanted to see it with her own two eyes, but it had been out of reach for years as she hid away in her bedroom from Vander Decken. 

But Vander Decken was now imprisoned for his numerous crimes, allowing Shirahoshi to freely leave the castle, which meant she could accompany her father and brothers to the surface to take part in the Levely, where they would fulfill her late mothers wish of re-entering Fishman Island into the World Government.

Shirahoshi knew there were dangers on the surface, especially to mermaids like herself, but she had assumed that with her family and Marine’s present, nothing would happen to her.

She was wrong.

Almost the instant the Neptune Family reached the surface, they were ambushed. Their attackers seemingly knew they’d be no match for the combined might of the Neptune Family and the Marine’s, and so they had fled as soon as they secured their target.

Said target was Shirahoshi. 

In order to prevent her from summoning Sea Kings with her calls for help, they had gagged by shoving several large sheets into her mouth before wrapping a spare sail around her mouth. Heavy duty ropes, the kind used for lifting heavy objects such as stone during construction, had been wrapped around her wrists, tying them to the mast of her captors ship, ensuring that she couldn’t escape without capsizing the ship, something the Princess was unwilling to do, even if it meant her freedom.

Finally, once she was bound, another spare sail had been wrapped around her eyes, blindfolding her. This was how she remained for hours until the ship reached shore, and by then the blindfold was soaking wet with her tears.

Getting her off of the ship proved easy, as the confused and frightened young mermaid was willing to do whatever her captors told her to do, which made things so much easier for them.

Shirahoshi’s captors told her that they didn’t intend to keep her forever, just that they needed her for a little bit, and promised that they’d let her go once they no longer needed her.

Again, the confused and scared young mermaid agreed to do whatever they wanted. She knew they likely weren’t telling the truth, but she didn’t want to anger them.

Now Shirahoshi was covered from head to toe in yellow latex, with her arms secured behind her back in a black armbinder and a black corset pinching her waist. A yellow latex hood covered her head, and transparent latex covered her entire face except for her eyes and mouth. Her hair had been redone into a ponytail that emerged from the hood, and a harness bit gag with attached blinders had been locked into place. Her captors had taken to calling her a seahorse, as they made her pull their cart across the island. Returning to the water was strictly forbidden, and she had only needed to be told once what the consequences would be.

Months had passed since her capture, and Shirahoshi’s hope of rescue had dwindled. In the place of hope was acceptance that she would just have to keep doing what she was told until her captors freed her, then she could be reunited with her family.

If she was ever freed.

Chapter 8: Viola (Suggested by Dragon-Cana-Love)

On some level Viola wasn’t surprised by her arrest. 

She had thought her status as Princess of Dressrosa and her actions against Doflamingo would protect her from punishment for being a member of the Donquixote Pirates.

Alas, she had been wrong, and on her way to the Levely she had been arrested by the Marines. There was no trial, which didn’t surprise Viola as much as it should have. 

Now the Princess was being led through Impel Down, the infamous hell that awaited any pirates the Marines captured. Her hands were behind her back, with seastone cuffs locked around her wrists, and a seastone collar was locked around her neck. Though Viola had been silent, not protesting her treatment, a large purple ball gag had been shoved into her mouth, forcing her to drool onto her dress. 

In front of Viola, holding onto a leash that was attached to the collar, was the Head Jailer of Impel Down, Domino. The blonde woman was clad in a latex version of the Impel Down uniform, consisting of a pale brown military dress that didn’t completely cover her breasts, a black latex tie was around her neck. Her hands were covered by pink latex gloves, and on her legs were thigh high pink boots. A white latex coat was draped over shoulders, and on her head was a latex military cap.

The second Viola had seen how the blonde was dressed she had gotten a good idea of what was in store for her.

“In here prisoner,” Domino said as she shoved Viola into some unmarked room. Viola stumbled but managed to keep herself from falling. The Princess’s eyes widened as she got a look at the room. It was fairly large, with a large bed, a couch, a large cage, several cabinets, walls lined with bondage toys and latex gear, and several latex cocoons hanging from the ceiling, some of which were squirming more than others.

On the couch was a woman with long orange hair which covered her eyes and was clad in a pink latex outfit that barely covered the top half of her breasts. The outfit had long sleeves that reached the woman's wrists, with pink latex hanging off that looked like fire. The top half of the outfit was connected to the lower half by a pink strap that ran to a metal ring over her stomach that connected to two other straps, which connected to pink latex pants that aside from exposing her thighs were more conserative. On her feet were pink heels, on her head was a pair of red horns, and around her neck was a white scarf cape that almost looked like a scarf. Most notably, a large strap-on was strapped to the woman’s crotch.

“Hello prisoner,” Sadi, the Chief Guard said with a grin. “I was starting to get bored waiting for you,” she said as Domino pushed Viola further into the room. 

“We’ll cut to the chase prisoner,” Domino said as she stepped in front of Viola. “We’re giving you two options,” she stated. “The first is to become our latex bitch, and the second is to be tossed in with the other prisoners,” she said as she removed the ball gag from Viola’s mouth. “Now answer,” she ordered.

Viola didn’t spend more than a few seconds thinking. It wouldn’t be the first time she agreed to do something she didn’t want to do, and perhaps she could even use this to her advantage. 

“I’ll be your bitch,” Viola answered, and the wide and wicked grins she saw on Domino and Sadi’s faces made her blood go cold. 

“There, now you look like a proper bitch,” Sadi said as she and Domino looked down at Viola.

The Princess was no longer wearing her purple and white dress. Instead she was clad in a purple latex suit, with her hands trapped in puppy paw shaped mittens. The seastone collar was still around her neck, and her head was covered by a purple latex hood that had eye and mouth openings, as well as a pair of floppy latex dog ears.
It wasn’t what she was expecting, but she could work with it, and had assumed a dog-like pose, with her paws raised and her tongue out as she panted. 

It was humiliating and degrading, but with any luck it would make things easier for her. 

“Yes, what a good looking bitch,” Domino said, her focus on Viola’s ass. 

“Now come suck your bone bitch,” Sadi ordered, spreading her legs and pointing at her strap-on. 

Viola obeyed without any hesitation, crawling forwards and slobbering all over the fake cock before starting to suck on it with (fake) eagerness. Behind her, Domino got down onto her knees and unzipped the crotch of Viola’s suit, beginning to finger the woman as she sucked.

‘It’ll be worth it, it’ll be worth it, it’ll be worth it,’ Viola repeated to herself. She had repeated that mantra in her early days with the Donquixote Pirates, and hoped it would help her stay focused throughout her time at Impel Down.

It wouldn’t, and in less than three weeks Viola would be completely and permanently reduced to a mindless slutty rubber pup by Sadi and Domino.

Chapter 9: Yamato (Suggested by Zexal99)

All their life, Yamato had believed that ultimately his father did care for him, that despite the hell they had put them through over the years, he did love him.

Maybe he was right, and deep down inside Kaido did love him, but it was hard to believe that now. 

Yamato couldn’t even recall what it was that had upset their father so much. For all he knew he could’ve just been in a bad mood and a slight misstep broke the camel's back, or maybe he was being punished for something he had no connection to. If it was the latter, it wouldn’t be the first time, but it seemed as though it would be the last time.

Yamato had been thrown into a pit and told they would either eat and be freed, or stay and starve. 

Now, upon hearing that, Yamato didn’t feel very concerned. To him, it simply meant waiting until his father changed his mind, which could take awhile, but Yamato was sure he could do it.

But, things were never that simple. 

Upon entering the pit, Yamato had found only one item of “food” was down there.

It was black and rubbery, but it was unmistakably a Devil Fruit.

Even though his exposure to the world outside of Wano was limited, he knew that a person could only successfully eat one Devil Fruit, and that if someone were to try and eat two Devil Fruits, they would die. Hell, Yamato had even seen his father have someone executed by feeding them two Devil Fruits. 

For several weeks Yamato had managed to hold out, but ultimately his hunger overpowered his common sense, and he bit into the rubbery fruit.

Unbeknownst to Yamato, what he had bitten into wasn’t a Devil Fruit, or rather, wasn't a natural Devil Fruit. What he had bitten into was an artificial Devil Fruit, specifically a very special kind of SMILE that Kaido had ordered with the intention of having women consume so they could “service” the lower ranks of the Beast Pirates. So far, only one had been produced, and Yamato had the honor of being the first test subject.

The transformation began instantly, with transparent latex swiftly spreading across Yamato’s body, covering every inch of his body externally and internally until he was a living rubber person. His nipples instantly became perky and sensitive, while his pussy became wet. Even his mind was not safe from changes, as his sexual desires were turned up to 100% while almost everything else was reduced to almost nothing. 

Hours later, when someone finally got around to checking if Yamato had eaten the fruit or not, they found the young man furiously masturabting and playing with his own breasts.

After that discovery, Yamato had been freed and put to work, but not before getting a makeover.

Yamato’s now rubber hair was restyled into a nihongami style, with black latex cement making the hairstyle permanent and black. Latex paint was used to paint on Geisha makeup. Yamato was dressed in a black and red latex kimono which was extremely tight, hugging his body perfectly, and semi transparent, especially around the breasts, crotch, and ass. The lower half of the kimono was tight like a hobble skirt, though it still allowed easy access to Yamato’s ass and pussy. Finally, his geta were replaced with modified latex geta that were more like high heels. 

Once he was dressed, Yamato was put to work. It didn’t matter what hour, if he was presented with a cock and/or pussy, he would pleasure it in any way imaginable. If he was ordered to do something humiliating or degrading, like drink a bowl full of cum or lick clean dirty boots, he would so long as the promise of cock or pussy was held over his head.

A year later, Yamato had become famous across Wano as the “Whore of the Beast Pirates”. So famous in fact that Kaido had even begun whoring it out to those outside the Beast Pirates (for a high fee, of course). 

In Yamato’s lust filled and broken mind, the only thought besides sex was of how they finally lived up to their fathers expectations. 

Their fathers extremely low expectations that solely consisted of his rubber whore child behaving like a whore and finally ceasing all their opposition to him.

But, that didn’t matter to Yamato.

All that mattered was sucking, stroking, or licking as many cocks and cunts as he could. 

As far as Yamato was concerned, nothing else mattered.