Chapter Text
Chapter 1: Romance Dawn
The world exploded into splinters and screams. A cannonball, fired from the sleek pirate ship closing in with terrifying speed, had torn through the luxury liner’s upper deck. The crash of sundered wood and the shriek of twisting metal drowned out the orchestra’s waltz. Panic, thick and acrid, filled the air.
From the pirate ship's prow, a figure laughed, a sound as heavy and cruel as an iron club. Alvida, the Iron Mace, watched her crew swing across on ropes, their brutish forms silhouetted against the setting sun. She was a mountain of a woman, radiating a terrifying, voluptuous power that made the very air tremble.
And beside her, trembling so hard his knees knocked together, was Koby. His heart was a frantic drum against his ribs, a frantic thump-thump-thump-thump that echoed in his own ears. This is wrong, this is so wrong. He clutched the rusted railing, his knuckles white. He was just a deck-swabber, a coward forced into servitude. The sight of the terrified passengers, their fancy clothes and carefree smiles shattered into pure terror, made his stomach clench.
“What’s the matter, Koby?” Alvida purred, not even looking at him. Her voice was like honey poured over gravel. “Don’t you want to go play with the nice rich folk? I’m sure there are plenty of pretty things for a good boy like you.”
He couldn’t speak. He could only watch as her men landed on the deck with heavy thuds, their greed and lust palpable.
The pirates, a rough and lewd bunch, descended upon the passengers. They didn’t just demand jewels and money; they demanded submission. A large man with a scar across his cheek grabbed a woman in a elegant blue gown, pulling her against his grimy chest. She cried out, her husband shouting in protest before being slammed in the gut by a pistol whip. Thwack.
“Let her go!” the man choked out, crumpling to the deck.
The pirate just laughed, his hand sliding down the woman’s back, cupping her rear through the silk. "Mmm, what a soft little prize. You like that, don't you, fancy girl? You like a real man's hands on you."
She stiffened, a fresh sob catching in her throat. But then, something shifted. The initial shock melted into a strange, heavy stillness. The pirate’s other hand came up, not to strike, but to tilt her chin up. He leaned in, his breath hot on her neck, and whispered something filthy. Koby saw her eyes widen, then flutter closed. A shudder ran through her—but it wasn’t entirely one of revulsion. A soft, traitorous sound escaped her lips. A sigh. A moan.
It was like a signal. Elsewhere, another woman, her bodice already torn, was pressed against the main mast by a grinning pirate. He was kissing her neck, his beard scratching her delicate skin. She pushed weakly at his chest, her protests fading into the humid air. Then, her hands stopped pushing. They curled, her fingers gripping the fabric of his shirt. Her head fell back, granting him better access. A low, throaty mmmmph vibrated from her as his mouth found the sensitive hollow of her collarbone.
Meanwhile, Nami moved through the chaos with the stealth of a shadow. Her orange hair caught the dim light, but she kept her head down, avoiding eye contact with the pirates who were too busy with their lewd conquests to notice her. She knew she had to find a quiet place—somewhere she could change without being seen. The danger was real; if the pirates discovered her, there would be no escaping their brutish desires.
Her body was a weapon—her curves, the hidden blade in her arsenal. Her breasts strained against the tight fabric of her dress, and her hips swayed with every step, drawing eyes even in the midst of the chaos. But she couldn’t rely on distraction alone; she needed to blend in, and for that, she had to shed the elegant attire that marked her as one of the passengers.
She spotted a narrow alcove behind a stack of crates near the ship’s railing. It wasn’t perfect, but it was secluded enough. With a quick glance to ensure she wasn’t being watched, Nami slipped into the shadows. Her nimble fingers worked quickly, unfastening the buttons of her dress. The fabric slid down her body, pooling at her feet and revealing her toned figure—her full breasts, her narrow waist, and the round swell of her hips. Even in the dim light, her skin seemed to glow, smooth and untouched by the filth of the pirates.
She reached into a small bag she carried, pulling out a rough-spun shirt and trousers—her disguise. She pulled them on, tucking her hair into a bandana to conceal its vibrant color. As she adjusted the fit of her new clothes, she couldn’t help but smirk. The pirates might have thought they were the predators here, but they had no idea what was coming.
Outside the alcove, the sounds of moans and muffled cries continued to fill the air. Nami took a deep breath, steadying herself. She was ready. The mission was clear: rob Alvida’s ship blind while its crew was too distracted to notice.
And if anyone got in her way?
Well, they’d regret it.
She darted behind crates and barrels, her movements silent and precise. But as she neared the edge of the luxury liner, preparing to swing over to Alvida’s vessel, a grimy hand clamped on her shoulder.
“Hey, you!” a gruff voice barked. The pirate, his face scarred and his breath foul, squinted at her. “I don’t remember you. You ain’t part of our crew.”
Nami turned, her smile widening into a sultry grin. “Oh, didn’t you hear? I just joined up. Alvida herself recruited me,” she purred, stepping closer. Her hand trailed up his chest, her fingers brushing against his neck. “She said I’d fit right in with… strong men like you.”
The pirate’s eyes darkened with lust, his grip loosening. “Is that so?” he chuckled, swaying slightly as her scent filled his senses. “Well, maybe you and I can—”
His words cut off with a strangled gasp as Nami’s knee drove into his groin. He crumpled to the deck like a sack of flour, unconscious before he hit the wood.
Nami smirked, wiping her hands as if touching him had soiled them. “Men. So predictable.” She turned her attention back to Alvida’s ship, ready to continue her mission.
Back on the luxury liner, the air was thick with the mingling sounds of moans and the clatter of stolen treasures. The women, once resisting, now seemed lost in a haze of surrender and forbidden pleasure.
Koby’s blood ran cold. They’re… they’re starting to enjoy it? The thought was sickening. This wasn't the clear-cut violence he feared; it was a seductive corruption, far more confusing and terrifying.
The scene became a lewd tableau. Low, hungry moans and the wet, slick sound of kisses—slurp, smack—mixed with the clinking of stolen booty. A woman’s gasp. The rough shhhhrrp of fabric being torn away, a corset loosened, a skirt pooling on the deck. Husbands and partners were forced to watch, held at cutlass-point, their faces masks of horror and helpless rage.
“See, Koby?” Alvida’s voice was a wicked whisper in his ear. She had moved behind him, her immense presence smothering. “They just needed a firm hand. They wanted to be taken. They were bored with their soft lives. They’re fucking loving it.”
She gave him a shove, sending him stumbling onto the liner’s deck. “Now stop gawking and join the fun. Find yourself a pretty thing. Show me you’re not completely useless.”
Koby staggered, righting himself amidst the chaos. A pirate nearby, his arms around a sighing, red-faced woman, laughed. “Yeah, kid! This one’s got a friend! A real proper lady, just waiting for a young buck like you!” He nodded toward a brunette who was watching the proceedings with wide, curious eyes, her hand unconsciously pressed to her parted lips.
The pirate shoved Koby toward her. “Go on! She’s ripe for it! Get your fucking hands on her!”
The woman looked at Koby, her expression a whirlwind of fear, intrigue, and the intoxicating thrill of the forbidden. She took a half-step back, but her eyes drank him in.
Koby’s heart hammered. His body trembled. She was beautiful, and a hot, shameful flicker of desire shot through him. It would be so easy. To just… give in. To touch her. To get lost in the base instinct of it all.
But then he saw the tear-track on the cheek of the man forced to watch nearby. He saw the shattered dignity. His own dream—to be a Marine, to uphold justice—flashed in his mind like a flare.
His fists clenched. His sense of justice, small and fragile but unbroken, roared to life, drowning out the heat in his veins.
He stumbled back from the woman as if she were made of fire. “N-no,” he stammered, his voice weak but clear. “I won’t. This isn’t right.”
A silence fell around him. The wet sounds of kissing stopped. Alvida’s laughter cut through the air, but it was no longer amused. It was cold, deadly.
"What did you say, you little worm?"
She began to move toward him, her iron mace dragging on the deck with a horrible screech that promised pain.
For Early access to chapters: https://www.patreon.com/c/DarklConfessions