After the orgasm crashed over her, Nami was finally able to think straight again.
And her heart sank. Arlo hadn't done anything to really harm her yet, he seemed content with the fun of humiliating her. But he could easily kill her if he wanted.
Nami couldn't die here. She had too much to do.
I must save my village... she thought in silence. If it were just her own life, it wouldn't matter this much. But she could not leave her village to its fate. She had to save them.
"Please, forgive me," she begged in desperation. "You can take all the money, but please let me go, I..."
"Why are you acting like you still have any power to bargain, horny slut?" he asked, before slapping her ass hard again, forcing a sharp moan from her lips.
Nami felt frustrated with herself. How could she feel pleasure from this man's filthy actions? Maybe he was right; maybe she really was just a horny slut.
"But, don't worry, I will let you live," Arlo commented, gently caressing the same stinging spot. He was angry she had broken their agreement, and he didn't usually forgive thieves. But Nami's case was special. He knew she was doing everything for her village.
"Actually, I will even let you keep all the money," he murmured. "After all, I know you're doing all of this to save your village, right?"
"How do you know that?" Nami asked, shocked.
"You don't ask questions, slut," he ordered, punctuating the command with another hard slap. Nami's resulting scream melted into a moan, and she understood the message perfectly.
"There is a price for my generosity."
Nami's heart sank again, though she had expected as much. There was no way a man like him would just let her go.
And considering how much of a pervert he seemed to be, she already had a good idea what he would ask.
To think she had protected her purity all these years, only for it to end like this. But it was a small price to pay to save her village and her life.
Besides, she couldn't deny how objectively hot Arlo was.
And her body's traitorous response to his humiliation had left her undeniably aroused; her pussy was actually dripping.
"All you need to do is make me cum once," he declared.
"Wait... what?" Nami exclaimed, surprised.
Just make him cum? That was it? If that was the case, she could just use her mouth. She'd never done it before, but how hard could it be?
She knew Nojiko was always blowing men away. It was the perfect loophole she'd used in the past to maintain her virginity with pushy dates.
Arlo removed her ropes, releasing her.
"Yes. Just make me cum. Use any method you want. As long as you succeed, I will let you go." Arlo sat arrogantly in a chair, like a king on his throne, his eyes challenging Nami to try.
Feeling a flicker of hope, Nami decided to play the part. She put a seductive sway in her hips as she approached him, her mask of confidence firmly in place.
"One orgasm, coming right up," she said, her voice a low purr that belied the frantic beating of her heart.
She knelt before him and, with a show of boldness, undid his pants and pulled them down.
However, her confident smirk instantly vanished, her jaw going slack. Her eyes widened in sheer disbelief.
There, nestled in a thatch of dark hair, was the most enormous, intimidating dick she had ever seen. It was thick, veined, and looked less like a part of a man and more like a weapon of mass destruction.
Nami's feigned confidence evaporated, replaced by a wave of pure, unadulterated intimidation.
Swallowing hard, she decided to stick with the plan. She leaned in, taking the broad, ruddy tip into her mouth. She could just about manage the head, but when she tried to take him deeper, she immediately gagged, pulling back with a cough, her eyes watering.
"Are you having a problem with my size?" Arlo asked arrogantly, having fun with the girl's hardships.
Flustered and ashamed, she scrambled for a new tactic. She quickly removed her shirt, revealing her full, generous breasts.
"N-not a problem," she stammered, trying to recover her composure. She pushed her soft breasts together around his massive shaft, creating a warm, tight valley, and leaned forward to suckle the tip she could manage.
She worked diligently for what felt like an eternity, her arms and jaw aching. She was putting on a decent show, she thought, giving her all to make the man feel pleasure.
But Arlo simply watched her, an infuriatingly amused smirk on his face, not a sound of pleasure escaping his lips. He was just too good at holding back.
It was at that moment, with her cheeks flushed and her body aching, that the cruel reality dawned on her. This was a trap from the very beginning.
"Time's up," he said, his voice a low rumble. "If you can't make me cum, I guess I'll just have to use you. Open your legs, slut."
He began to stand up, his monstrous erection pointing directly at her.
Desperate, she pleaded, "Wait! Give me one more chance!"
In response, he didn't speak. Instead, he slapped her across the cheek with his heavy, hot cock. The impact wasn't painful, but it was profoundly humiliating and shockingly intimate.
Understanding the message, her hands trembling, Nami slowly opened her legs, her heart pounding with a mixture of fear and a treacherous, undeniable thrill.
She stared up at him, her mind racing with a single, terrified thought: How in the world is that massive thing going to fit?