Special Cargo

4-2

Hanna was still watching, mesmerized as he slipped out and put his cock away.

She craved to have what her Dom, Kasey just gave to Krista.

“Hold the load in your cunt as long as you can and text me when it starts to leak out.” his instruction to Krista were delivered as if he were a doctor telling his patient how to take a new prescription.

“Yes, Sir” she replied eagerly, still facing away from her position over the laundry table. She clenched her pussy tight. It was nothing new for her, this was a task he gave half the time he put his cum in her.

Still winded and catching his breath, Kasey paused to focus down at Hanna kneeling on the floor.

“Why did #8 just get fucked?” saying as he continued to shift himself in his pants and again sounding like a doctor to his patient.

Hanna couldn’t look to Krista for the right answer since she was still bent over the table with her legs spread.

“Because it pleases you, Sir?” looking up to him, she was slightly panicked.

“Partly” he said as he took step toward her. He bent down to her level, to help soften the words he was about to say.

“I decided to fuck her.”, saying matter-of-factly.

“She did as she was told. She bent over the table and I as a man, did what men want to do. It’s that simple.” pausing to let her absorb. “I act on my desires, when I choose.”

Her innocent need to hear more was pulling him in. He was now having to hold himself back from mind fucking and going full Dom on her.

Her perfect obedient posture invited him to touch her presented breasts. Chains draping down between them from her collar. With no intention to fuck her, he reached out and gripped one of her chilled, tight nipples, rolling it between his fingers and then fondling the tear drop breast….. He cupped a near handful of tit and let himself feed his Dominance by watching her mind and inhibitions melt away.

She was young. The youngest so far, but old enough. He was just wary of her being a waste of everyone’s time.

Kasey knew his curiosity for her was only because she was young, causing him to struggle with his own demons. He was always the grounded one that the guys looked to for direction. When recruiting Hanna, Alex convinced Kasey she was not just a young horny girl with daddy issues and would mix well with the other subs on the ship.

But as the hesitation distracted him…. Kasey reflected on the wise words of his close friend Daniel, Captain of the ship.

‘When dominated for use and while thinking of the sub as a 'tool-for-pleasure' (sexually or non-sexually) ……. and all other things are in order per the contact:

Does the issue still have the same relevance?’.”

He refocused on Hanna in a Nadu position on her knees, resting her bottom on her feet. Knees were wide apart, palms face up on each thigh, straight posture, squared shoulders, tits out, long blonde hair spilling down her back.

Now groping both tits to make her pussy wetter and lower her inhibitions even further, Kasey continued to feed her with more of the information she was craving to hear.

“On 4th deck 15 minutes ago, I decided I wanted to fuck a pussy and I used #8 for that…….” he said continuing to knead each tit with a harder grip.

As he was having his way with her tits, Hannah couldn’t look him in the eye from her shyness and shame… Her eyes were lost, searching all around the room for something to focus on. Embarrassed by what was going on between her legs.

“#8 craves for me use her. She is driven to please me in whatever way I choose. For different reasons, she craves my cum, but that’s for another day.” he continued his reference to Krista.He ran his finger between her open thighs to see how his new toy was responding, until he found the wetness he already knew was there.

“Good girl.” he said, reinforcing her body’s reaction.

Having any woman do this for him fed his Dom side. An electric jolt of authority washed over him when he would reach between a woman’s legs that were spread for him like this.

The wetness pulled him to play more. “Is your pussy wet, girl?”

“Yes, I guess?” she said shyly and unsure of herself. He continued to gently touch her pussy through her tights. Waiting…..

“May I ask a question, Sir?” She was trying not to get lost in his touch as he slid his fingers back and forth across her wet leggings. He ignored her question.

“#17, I want to you look forward from now on, unless I say otherwise. Do you understand?”

“Yes” she replied focusing on a spot on the far wall.

“Yes ‘Sir’, from now on.” His voice was calm but stern as he guided her through the new instructions.

“Ask your question, 17.” he now allowed her question.

She started to look at him but quickly went back to the wall she was focusing on.

“Why don’t I ….. Why are my leggings still different, Sir?”

“Why don’t I have tights like the others by now? I mean, I didn’t want them at first, but now I’ve been thinking about it and think I want them too…. if that’s ok and all? And”

He cut off her rambling, knowing she couldn’t verbalize her answer.

“That’s more than one question, 17.” saying as he was standing up, reaching into his pocket. He brought out his pocket-knife.

“Keep your eyes on the wall.”, he said.

"Yes, Sir." She heard the click of the blade as he kneeled back down in front of her.

He focused on the crotch area of her leggings and placed the blade down carefully, pulling wet material away from her pussy and cutting it.

She felt his fingers touching her pussy, then tugging. A tearing noise, followed by the feeling of cool air on her pussy.

He pulled again, ripping the opening down the insides of her thighs, until he exposed her.

“I want you to wear those the rest of the day.”, he said, as he stood up.

“#8”. He said to Krista.

“Stand up and turn around for me.” She did as he said and faced him. He noticed her nipples were no longer tight and had softened to the large, rosy-pink shape they normally had.

“Ah, you enjoyed my dick I see. You were a good slut. Eager and needy like a slut should be…. except when you moved. Be mindful of that next time.” he instructed.

“Yes, Sir”. Krista said. Already knowing this.

“Get #17 the regular tights to wear from now on.”, he said, looking down at Hanna with her now exposed pussy.

“Yes, Sir.” Krista answered confidently without looking into his eyes.

“#17, why do you want to wear tights like the other girls?”, he said looking down to her.

She delayed before speaking out.

“I don’t know. I just do, Sir.”, she answered by focusing on the wall from the floor and gave a slight shrug of her shoulders. Shame was blocking her natural answer.

Kasey was toying and practically teasing himself by asking the redundant questions. He was only reinforcing how much fun he was going to have with this one……

‘It took her three months to ask for it herself.’ he thought to himself. She’s ready.

He continued to look down on her, “I want you to write about that question when you do your Journaling this afternoon. Understand?”

“Yes Sir.”, she said.

“Now both of you can get back to work and finish up this laundry.”

He knew Hanna would be happy with what he had done to her tights but was actually surprised when he saw her break into a beaming smile from ear to ear. Pure excitement was spilling from her face as she stood up and walked back to her table. That fed his dark side too, knowing that for the last 3 months he had molded her into a direction she subconsciously needed to go.

They all have a dark side of their own.