#17 – Hanna’s (19) introduction.

Krista approached Kasey on the balcony, taking a position of ‘wait’. Her hands were placed in the small of her back with perfect posture to present her full breasts…. feet apart, no eye contact.

“Yes?” he asked, maintaining his focus on Hanna’s journal as she was kneeling in front of him on the small balcony. The dark Atlantic Ocean was the backdrop over Hanna’s head with a grey metal-panel three feet behind her that served as the balcony’s railing.

“Sir, I’m about to take dinner to #18’s cabin. Are there any other task’s I should handle with the new sub?” Krista asked.

Samantha/#18 had been on the ship a few days now. However, she was still not allowed to leave her cabin. Kasey was gearing up to begin working with her.

“Take a dildo with you with instructions that she is NOT to use it without my permission.”

“Yes Sir” she said, promptly turning away and then disappearing into her bedroom. Selecting an average sized dildo, she quietly exited the cabin leaving Kasey and Hanna alone on the cabins balcony.

“#17. Why did you stay at a men’s dorm during spring break?” he questioned as he prepared to assess his new sub, Hanna.

………… “Well, when Mr. Jason explained what a submissive was, I knew that’s what I am. Especially after the night before…….and soooooo, I didn’t want it to end.”, she said, struggling to be honest.

Kasey thought her simple, nervous response was stereotypical for a student her age. He could see how uncomfortable she was.

“Good. Your honesty is important, despite how difficult it may be.”, he encouraged, reinforcing her perception of a safe environment.

“Name something you enjoyed while at the dorm.”, he said, soaking in the view of the exposed girl.

Hanna continued with carefully chosen words, “It felt good to know the guys were happy while they were at the dorm. I would cook and clean a little for each of them, when I could.”

Kasey watched her small frame become smaller as the next confession spilled into her mind. Lowering her voice further, as she focused on a maze of faint scuff marks on the floor,

“They would have sex with me when they wanted………………..I guess I felt like I was rewarded each time they would cum…….I really liked that.”, she said, briefly glancing up to him with the last part.

He allowed the silence to linger, eventually forcing her to feel the need to fill the dead air.

“I….. I really enjoyed their cum and helping them get the release they wanted. Uummmm….. I alao enjoyed not feeling guilty……. They were not judging me. They shared me.”

“Do you think men’s needs are different from girl’s needs?” he asked.

She was hesitant…..“I think men are made to cum more. Annnnnd….. are made to have sex more than girls. Which I don’t see anything wrong with that. And……. I think only a few girls are made to crave cum, and some maybe not all…. But I know, I do….and those kinds of girls …. Or girls like me, will work to be available to…. to do that.”

He was pleased to see that her response was still focused on sexual needs. A good sign when seeking a true submissive.

“Were you a whore for those young men, #17?” Kasey asked as if he was giving her a quiz.

She hesitated and again struggled to force her answer…..

“I don’t think so…. I’m not sure.”, she said, nervous eyes focusing on the same scuff marks around her knees.

Truthfully, Hanna did struggle after the two weeks in the dorm with the young students… She hated herself for it for a long time and still does when forced to think about it.

Kasey closed the journal, rising to stand over her as she relaxed in the Nādu position. It was near dark and the sun was about to set on the opposite side of the ship. Hanna’s darkened nipples hardened to the salty breeze on the water.

“Good girl.”, again rewarding her.

“Stand…..go sit in my leather chair………Since you’re a whore, you’ll keep your legs spread open when sitting. No matter where you are, at all times. Is that clear?”

Although she was shocked when he called her a whore, his instructions were spoken with softness, and somehow not derogatory.

“Yes, Sir” Hanna replied, immediately moving to take her position in his chair.

Hanna opened her legs when she sat. The opening in her torn leggings allowed her to feel the cool air touching her pussy, reminding her why she was exposed and now available for use. She felt comforted for some reason…

Kasey stood behind her, critiquing her effort. Her knees only a few inches apart, posture was fine, tits presented…

“Knees always shoulder width apart #17.”

“Yes, Sir.” Spreading … correcting herself…..

His words were sewing an unconscious seed…. Her pussy was made for his pleasure. Her pussy was owned.

After changing into loose gym shorts and a fresh t-shirt, Kasey approached the chair where Hanna was waiting. He held his hand out, palm facing down while making eye contact.

Recognizing the gesture and the reassuring glance, Hanna fluidly transitioned from the chair to the floor. He pointed to the location he wanted the sub to locate as he sat in his dark leather chair.

As she settled into her Nadu position on the floor he noticed her knees were open as wide as possible to please him. Her small teardrop tits presented again, long blonde hair cascading to the small of her back.

Her body language was now pure and uninhibited as if to give him full access to see and use her.

Anxious to get started with tonight’s training, Kasey had planned to use her for the first time since allowing her on the ship, three months ago.

“Good, girl.” He said reassuringly.

While waiting for Krista to return, Kasey took out a note pad and began a simple outline of his observations with initial training goals for the new sub.

#17 Observations:

BEHAVIOR 1. (ORIENTED TO ELICIT CUM from males)

-describes cum as a reward.

-empathizes with a male’s frequent need to cum/fuck in general.

BEHAVIOR 2. (ORIENTED TO BE SHARED AND HAS DESIRE FOR FREE USE (possibly for slave service))

- sub has requested on this date to have her pussy exposed ongoing for 24/7 access.

- history of need to perform general domestic service for multiple males/ cooking, cleaning, etc

- history of fucking multiple males, simultaneously with little to no coercion (college dorm) w/ no indications of shame during the act or overall regret.

INNATE TRAITS/BEHAVIOR to cultivate ongoing:

– to be bred / to be impregnated by males and/or prevent other females from breeding with males by monopolizing men and/or cum for herself.

- to ensure personal safety and overall survival through sex.

INITIAL TRAINING:

1- Reinforce nature to receive cum through:

-Pairing orgasms/edging with ejaculation primarily on face, body, mouth.

-Normalize sub’s desire for cum through verbal reinforcement.

-Rule that cum can never be wasted/always consumed when possible; sub to move to automatically consume cum from other pussy between each use, as needed. etc. 2- General oral and throat training, due to lack of experience.

When Krista returned, Kasey instructed her to get ready for a night in the Rec Room. He took his 2 ft flexible crop from a drawer under the TV and held down in front of Hanna’s face.

“Hold this with your mouth and stand, #17.”

Her feelings were hurt… clenching the crop between her teeth. ‘What have I done wrong!’, she thought taking the crop in her mouth and raising herself to stand in front of Kasey.

“Turn around”, he instructed.

As she complied, he detached the draping chains between her breasts and pulled each trough the rings of the waist belt, attaching each snap across to the opposite wrist cuff behind her back. Her wrists were now crossed over, taking up the remaining slack in the smooth chains.

The ships rec area was at least 1500 sq ft. The primary place where meals were served and where most went for personal recreation/ off time. However, not all staff were allowed on the 4th Deck.

Beer, a full kitchen, sunken TV area with a large oversized, sectional couch w/a center oversized ottoman, pool tables. It was just down the hall, across from Samantha’s cabin.

The girls followed Kasey down the hall. He seemed to be in a hurry. Topless and breasts freely moving against their chests, the girls were scuffling to keep up. Hanna had her hands bound behind her carrying the whip in her mouth…. Krista was not bound.

As they reached the rec room, Hanna noticed Kasey adjusted a curtain covering the thick glass window to Samantha’s cabin. It was still closed, and she wondered why he even bothered.

The rec room had no doors, there was a opening about 15ft wide into the large, brightly lit common area. He was glad to see he was there before shift change. No one was there yet.

He walked to the same tall top table he sat at early that morning.

Before taking a seat on the stool, he took the whip from Hanna’s mouth.

“#17, go to the ottoman and kneel on it…. #8, get me a beer and sit with me.

Both girls simultaneously….

“Yes, Sir.”

When Krista returned with the beer, she took her place on the floor….. kneeling beside his stool.

“I’m working with #17 right now and you’ll be used for that too tonight.”

“Yes, Sir”. Replied Krista, maintaining her glance across the room.

Krista was accustomed to mentoring Hanna for the last three months. During that time they had become fairly close and comfortable with each other. Krista was well aware of what was happening with Hanna’s introduction tonight. It was a normal process for all the girls go through.

Girls are not to engage with other ship hands until the are introduced and only with permission. There are rules about how and when the men could even just talk to the girls.

Across the room, Hanna had taken her place in the center of the u-shaped sectional. The oversized ottoman was at least 8’ by 8’ with a raised narrow wall (about 18” high) running down the center…. All padded and covered with black vinyl.

Loud, echoing Spanish conversations could be heard flowing from down the hall. Shift change. Kasey watched to see who would be making the turn into the rec room tonight…

Hanna’s timid eyes were drawn toward the hallway.

Five men filed their way into the room, making their way toward the tall empty tables and stools. The exposed girl on the ottoman, trapped all eye’s as they made their way past the sunken seating area. Hanna was small…. quietly kneeling and presented as if on stage. Animalistic stares first drawn to the tits of the girl, then to the fact she’s helpless with cuffed-wrists locked behind her. Then of course, down to her pussy exposed by the torn tights. To the men, her spread legs was a silent offering, and although no words were exchanged, their twisted thoughts were not as silent behind the shameless glares.

“Ramos! Thanks man for helping Alex with that pump this morning. Y’all kick back. The girls will take care of y’all tonight”, Kasey said to his friend across the room.

The two men had worked together for over 10 years and Kasey had grown to hold a lot of respect for Ramos and his wife over the years.

Kasey glanced down to Krista with simultaneous instructions….

“Fetch their beers and keep them served.”

Krista rose from the floor to begin serving the men, as each of the men found a bar stool at two separate tables. She knew all the men and brought them each their respective brands. Although all were polite as she served them, the thirsty men continued to casually take in the views of her tits as she weaved her way through the tables.

The echoing conversations began to subside across the room and became more subtle as they unwound from the long week. Tonight, marked the beginning of the weekend for the men…...they would be off tomorrow (Friday) through Sunday.

Kasey stood and walked over to Hanna and proceeded to remove her collar. Kasey was about to teach Hanna about the ship’s protocols with the men.

Recognizing what was happening, the men were having conversations with each other while glancing down to Hanna, from their tables. She had no clue what they were saying as they laughed and crashed their bottles together in a toast.

As soon as Kasey returned to his table, two of the men made their way down to Hanna. She was terrified with what was about to happen, knowing that no collar had triggered them to approach her. One of the men wearing a red shirt wasted no time before reaching down between her legs to briefly rub through the soft folds of flesh and then plunging his fingers deep inside her, and back out again. She closed eyes, and attempted to close her thighs, knees sliding together….. a reflex to protect herself, while his fingers were still in her.

“Ummmm. Si. Esta es una puta. Ella ya está mojada.”

Hanna didn’t understand why the two men were laughing.

Standing at a window in her own cabin, Samantha could see the commotion through a small opening in the curtains. She couldn’t move them since they were hung from the outside of the room. Her view was from across the hall of the rec room and she had clearly understood the men’s conversations all along. She knew exactly what they wanted to do to Hanna the minute they walked into the room.

“This one’s a whore. She’s wet already” said the one in the red shirt who had just shoved his fingers in her.

“#17!” Kasey bellowed across the room in a rough tone, startling Hanna to look toward him.

“Offer your cunt to the men. Open your legs!” he paused for his sub to respond…..she was not moving quickly enough.

He rushed from his table, down into the sunken seating area where she was kneeling and bound on the ottoman. He rushed up on her like a lion pouncing on his prey and then leaned down to her ear.

“I’m very disappointed in you #17. I want you to reflect on YOUR words from today …….From now on you will always offer the cunt they want to use."….. He stared down at her with a fire lit by her disobedience.

“This is the ONLY correction I will give you tonight. So, THINK before you act from now on girl and ACT like the submissive whore you are.”

“ARE YOU CLEAR?”

“Yes, Sir.” Hanna was in shock, reluctantly spreading her knees apart……being called a whore left a lasting sting in her ears.

Kasey stood tall, motioning for the men to continue with her and calmly pivoting to return to his table. The men stepped back into their place…..surrounding their new toy. The one in the red shirt didn’t waste time putting his finger back inside her. This time, she kept her eyes up as he was having his way between her legs, hopelessly trying to focus on the far wall…. She was embarrassed being on the ottoman in front of everyone. She could feel the other men’s eyes on her and was thankful they were behind her.

Pulling her mind away from the two men, she obeyed her Sirs instructions. She knew this is what she wanted to do…..She tried to sink back into the same feelings she had when in the dorm……when the students in the frat house used her for two weeks. She reminded herself, ‘The guys at the dorm were no different than these two men. They just need to use me too.’

Kasey knew Hanna was not fully aware how her actions were going to impact the men in the room. He knew she was clueless to the gravity of being on display with a man’s fingers inside her. Clueless, to how quickly they’ll be fueled by each other and how easily they’ll spiral into a pack behavior.

She continued to allow herself to trust her Sirs reassurances, keeping herself still and spread open for them. Despite the shame and embarrassment, her body began to betray her as wet sounds could be heard from between her legs. The fingers invading her body were now sliding in and out more freely as the men played with her pussy.

Closely watching over her, Kasey felt somewhat satisfied to see she was now offering herself without protest. Both the 30 something men were now running their hands over the subs body, groping tits, squeezing her ass and now taking turns between the subs legs to finger fuck her. They were both significantly younger than Kasey and did not have subs or slaves of their own on the ship. They were only allowed to use the girls on the ship with permission.

Steadying herself against the men’s exploring hands, Hanna glanced over to her Sir for reassurance. Although he responded with a slight nod of approval, he noted to himself he would dole out a correction for the eye contact.

Taking the final swallow of his first beer, Kasey noticed Ramos sitting with his other two team members.

‘Ramos must not be sending for his slave.’ …..Kasey thought, meaning Hanna would likely be used more tonight.

Before the empty bottle touched the table, Krista had fluidly risen from her knees to retrieve another beer for her Sir.

Her motion prompted Kasey, “8, let Ramos know I need to speak with him.”, he said before she turned away.

“Yes, Sir.”

As she made her way quietly across the room, Krista was fully aware the three men were all focused only on her body. Eyes randomly moving from her swaying breasts, down to her exposed pussy.

Keeping her eyes downward as she stopped in front of the groups table….

“Hello Mr. Ramos, my Sir said he would like to speak with you.” Waiting for his response, she could feel the men’s eyes continuing to assess her body. She however, was collared. They were respectful and said nothing.

“Thank you.”, he said, while looking directly at her breasts.

Ramos stood, grabbing his beer and then walking over to Kasey. Krista retrieved the next beer from the kitchen area and returned to her place at the base of her Sir’s stool.

The two men were in the middle of a discussion…

“…….…. fuck her first, but you know I always like mine restrained.”

“Sure man. You owe me one then, ‘cause she’s not been fucked yet.” Kasey said, laughing.

Kasey explained in more detail, what was going to happen with Hanna,

“That’s fine. I’ll have #8 down there to do clean up if needed, and no anal or orgasms yet with this one. I’ll be down there too to get a piece. She’s been here three months acting like she wants to be a whore….. so it’s time……

“8, get the men a beer and take it down to the fuck-pit.” The men continued smiling and joking without even looking at her.

Ramos, sounded off with a high-pitched whistle, speaking in Spanish to the men around the ottoman.. He signaled to the other two drinking beer to go down to Hanna.

The fingers came out of her pussy and the men stood back as Ramos and the others were making their way down to the sitting area. Ramos was still saying something that Hanna didn’t understand…Things were moving quickly, but after the men had made her pussy wet, she was now more comfortable being the center of attention, and under the gaze of the five hungry men.

With all eyes focused on her body, the men seemed to be triggered by the words coming from Ramos. Occasional questions followed by his responses seemed to be giving them direction about things.

More aggressive.

More eager.

Hungry.

Kasey continued to watch closely. He knew with Ramos’s green light to the team of mechanics, things were going to happen hard and fast for Hanna.

Burning to use the new girl, Ramos motioned to the men to bring her to where he was standing. The two who responded, quickly lifted her from the ottoman by her forearms and forced her down on the floor, leaving her wrists bound behind her. While focused on the girl’s mouth as her knees touched the floor, Ramos, lead with his cock in hand to step into place. His eyes were trained to the target he was going to use.

“Open, puta.”, impatiently telling the new girl.

She opened impulsively and her mouth was immediately stuffed with a stiff shaft. He placed his hand on the top of her head as he began to repeatedly stroke himself in and out. She kept her mouth open and steady, making an effort to keep her lips wrapped loosely around the man’s shaft, not rolled under.

The only point of reference she had for blow jobs was the porn she had studied….. She was wired to learn.

With her full mouth beginning to slurp along his shaft, she glanced up to him for approval. Her eyes told him she was willing and obedient. A scheming grin spread across his face when he recognized the look. He could see she was craving to have him in her mouth, something common when you have the right girl on her knees. He kept still as she began to take over with her mouth, bobbing her head and slurping on his cock with a rhythm of her own.

He pulled himself out and shoved her face into his balls. He was pleased to see her quick response, tilting her head under his shaft to gently take care of his soft flesh, letting it cover her face. He felt her soft tongue gently pull across the underside of his sack, then lapping him up on all sides, leaving nothing untouched. He was impressed that despite her age she understood how to work his balls. He looked down when he felt her take as much into her mouth as she could, sucking and massaging each side, giving his ball’s equal amounts of close attention.

When his balls began to tighten against the bottom of his shaft, she managed to smile with her eyes when she looked up to him. Again, another signal to Ramos. A familiar submissive behavior he liked to see in the girls on the ship.

For all of this to happen, with the very first cock in the girl’s mouth, Ramos knew he was going push this one hard.

“Ah, sí. Vas a ser una excelente puta.”

He grabbed her head, shoving himself back in. His fat cock filling her mouth…….she was not sucking….

“Uh uh. Suck.”, correcting her in English and backing his cock out slightly.

Hanna looked up to him with her full mouth for more direction, then trying to suck as he said. It was difficult with the girth of his shaft….

He felt her tongue press underneath his shaft and the suction begin to lock around his dick. She slowly bobbed her head on him in shorter strokes this time, as she continued to practice her new task. The suction would break, and she would continue resetting herself to get the suction back. He could tell she wasn’t experienced … she was clumsy with her teeth.

Knowing she was in a training phase, Ramos patiently studied her technique as her eyes darted from eye contact, back down to the task she was dedicating herself to. Repeatedly, she reset her mouths grip when losing suction, taking him back in, locking her lips and tongue against the shaft.

He interrupted her, gripping her head with both hands, pushing himself in with a gentle pull on her head until he hit the back of her throat. He held himself there, waiting. Her shoulders heaved forward, followed by involuntary choking sounds that made their way around the fat shaft filling her mouth.

He held her there until the spasm stopped, then releasing her. Repeating the same routine multiple times, continuing to hold the head of his cock against her throat for periods of time, allowing her reflexes to reject him, then pulling back out to let her catch her breath.

The more he worked the back of her throat, the more her slick, throat-spit was drawn out on his dick. Long strands of spit began to accumulate and string off her chin and stream down onto her pale tits.

She smiled again as she looked up to him. Her face was now a shiny, sloppy mess and her eyes red from the gagging. He held her again, this time pushing himself in and out in a gentle rhythm, gradually taking himself in further as he stroked her mouth.

He closely watched her expressions as she gagged and gasped for air, but maintained pace and didn’t stop. She learned quickly to gasp for air as he drew back, allowing him to settle into a rhythm that made his cock to expand to its fullest girth. The sucking sounds from the girl’s wet throat was a sign he was waiting for. He soon felt her mouth relaxing for use. The sounds and improved technique began to trigger his dick to a sensitive edge, launching him to satisfy himself with a rougher stroke. With her head held tightly for resistance, he pressed his hips against her face until he felt the head of his dick penetrate the opening of her throat. He watched and held as her shoulders began to heave again. He could feel the girls throat push and grip on the head as it attempted to eject the foreign object restricting her airway.

When her eyes opened wide to beg for air, he shifted slightly in her mouth. She opened her lips to gasp in the air, sucking it in around the cock he kept her stuffed with.

“Breathe” he said while pausing, then driving in again when her lungs were full again.

He resumed his stroke until a flood of pressure rushed back down to his dick, he simultaneously tilted his head back with the flood of pleasure…. He then abruptly pulled himself out and took hold of his shaft with a firm grip.

“Ah. Buena chica.”, he said, winded and taking a step back.

With her face still coated with her throat juices, he could see the new whore’s eyes were still locked on his cock as she panted to catch her breath. The girl was truly disappointed the cock had been taken away from her, but her need didn’t matter. He was going to use her pussy now.