Nami's Christmas Raid

It was the night before Christmas, and all though the house, not a creature was stering, not even a mouse. Inside a mansion in a unknown destination on Christmas Eve night, the living room was dark and quiet with decorations set up, except strangely a Christmas Tree was missing. Just then, a small sound of somebody coming down the chimney. Could it be Santa making his rounds, delivering presents to whom ever lives in this mansion? No, it was Nami the Theif, making her entrance in style, for the owner of the mansion would be expecting someone to come down the chimney on Christmas Eve night. “Oh man.” she coughed, with soot all over her body and clothes. “When did this guy have his chimney cleaned last?!?” Still, all was not lost, the blackness helped her conceal herself in the darkness, so if anyone came down, she would hide somewhere dark. “Now then, where's the treasure I wonder?” Nami had heard that this guy was loaded, and treasure snatching was the name of her game. Diamonds, jewels, gold, silver, you name it, she wanted it all for herself. Her fello Strawhats? She told them she would meet up with them after she took care of something “things”. Nami searched around the house when she came across a portrait of the rich guy in question. What stood out about this picture was the guy had a 4 digit number tattooed on his arm, a clue as to the whereabouts of his loot. She grabbed the portrait and it opened like a door, revealing a safe. “Note to rich guy, never tattoo the combination of your safe.” Nami placed her hand on the safe dial and moved it towards the first number. Once she did, she felt funny. It was like her head was feeling dizzy. “Meh, must be the excitement of treasure.” she thought to herself. She turned the dial to the second number, the dizziness happened again, only slightly worse. “Man, I've got to get a grip.” She turned to the third number. A rush went into her head. She could swear she started to hear voices in her head, telling her to obey. Top of that, part of her mind went num, like a chunk of her memories had just been wiped. “Err, why am I here again?” “Turn to the forth number.” said a voice. She did as instructed. At this point, obeying was being said in her head, so it couldnt hurt, right? Once the forth number was set, the dial started to produce hypnotic waves into Nami's eyes. The voices were getting louder now and her eyes were locked deep into a trance. Her memories of growing up, being a thief and her time with the Strawhats were completely wiped away, replaced with a desire to obey no matter what. Nami stood to attention, awaiting commands as the light switch flicked on. “Ah, so you fell for my trap huh?” said the rich guy, dressed in his richman night clothes. “Tuttut, you really thought I would keep my money locked inside a tatty safe and have the combination tattooed on my arm? Dear me, you must be a real dumb thief!” “...Yes, I am a real dumb thief!” replied Nami. “Tell me, what is your name?” “...Nami, my name is Nami.” “My, what an undeserving name! Well, no matter. From now on, you will no long remember the name Nami or call yourself that name. “...Yes sir.” “From now on, your name is Slave.” “...Yes, my name is Slave.” “You will do as you are told and only what I say. You will no longer think for yourself!” “...I will do as I am told and only what you say. I will no longer think for myself.” “You will address me as Master, you adore me, I make you turned on when you see me. “...Yes Master, I adore Master, Master turns me on.” Slave began to blush as her nipples began to harden. The rich guy looked at her clothes. “Dear me, this won't do. Your clothes are covered in soot. Oh well, you won't be wearing them anymore so it doesn't matter. Come slave, lets get you cleaned up.” “...Yes Master.” Slave followed the rich guy to his bathroom, which had a huge round bath the size of a small swimming pool and an ordinary shower cubical. “When washing yourself up, you may only use the shower, understand?” “...Yes Master.” “Now then, slowly undress.” Slave slowly began to undress, peeling off the last bits of her old life. She lifted her shirt off, before undoing her skirt, dropping both to the floor. She then slipped out of her boots and socks and before long, was standing in just her bra and panties. She began to unhook her bra, freeing her breasts, and then pulled down her panties before slipping out of those. Slave stood to attention completely naked while waiting for Master's next instruction. “Act like a chicken!” If only Nami could see herself now, bend down with her arms acting like chicken wings while making chicken sounds. She would be so embarrassed and humiliated. The rich guy of course, got off from it, testing his slave a bit. “Enough of that, now slowly shower yourself. Slave gt into the shower, turned the water on, and then proceeded to wash herself with soup and her hair with the shampoo. The rich guy watched the whole time, admiring her naked body. He pulled a perfect catch alright, if needing the odd adjustment. “Hmm, short hair is not what I had in mind, that will have to be lengthened. Maybe a hair dye if I decide a redhead's not my thing. What do you think, a brunette, maybe a blonde?” “...Slave has no say in the matter, only Master can decide what I can and cannot do.” “Good slave, now come back downstairs when you're finished, and put your underwear back on.” The rich guy and Slave were back in the living room. As instructed, Slave was wearing her bra and panties, which were not covered by soot thanks to her clothes. “Hmm, I've got guests coming round tomorrow, and would you know it, I forgot to buy a tree. Hmm...” The rich guy had an idea. “Go stand by the front window.” “...Yes Master.” Slave did as instructed. “Now then, you are a Christmas Tree. You stand on that spot and don't say a word. You get off when you are decorated and admired by people looking at you. You will do this every Christmas Day for the rest of your life. After Christmas Day, you will become my private maid and begin your life as Slave, understand. Slave did not reply, as Christmas Trees do not speak. “Wonderful! Now to get the decorations!” The rich guy left the room and return with a box of decorations, which made Slave's nipples harden. He started by hanging very light ball-balls on her ears and nipples. He then warped tinsel around her body like a real tree, followed by the lights which he plugged in. To finish off, he placed a light star on top of her head. “Hmm, looking good!” Slave began to get wet with juices following that comment, getting off from it. “Ah, almost forgot.” Rich guy placed a large sticker onto her panties saying “Do not open till after Christmas!”. He then place presents underneath her, all containing things like sex toys and a maid dress for Slave. “Well, night night my Christmas Tree! Tomorrow, you will please my guests with your presence, but on the day afterwords, your new life truly begins! The rich guy clicked the lights off and went back to bed, leaving Slave in the dark, with only the Christmas lights, which do not damaged the skin or cause fires, as her light. Her head was empty, only with the fantasy that she was a Christmas Tree, and she got off on being decorated and admired. She was no longer Nami the Theif, those days were now forgotten to her. Her Crewmates had no idea where she was so no one was coming to rescue her, and even if she were to bump into them, it would be too late as the rich guy would probably have changed her face and looks so much by then to be unrecognizable. But then, it did not matter to her. This was her new life and she was happy because her Master told her to be happy. The End