Mf – Ship Control Part 5 – [huml][dubcon][Mind Control]

Forward – This was written on commission for “Yuna”, who wanted me to post it and tell the world that she paid for it with her dignity and by doing things on cam that would shame her parents for a man she has never, and will never, meet.

It’s not my normal thing but I had fun writing it and I think maybe it could be part of a larger series. It’s heavy on the mind control and dub con themes, so reader be wary.

I’m sorry that this took so long to finish “Yuna” but you got 5 parts instead of 2, so I think its fair. This is the last piece of this I’m planning to write.

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Yuna was getting up before she even thought of it, putting her drink down next to the pool, her bare breasts still so painfully on display, but she didn’t even notice the eyes on her.

It was a compulsion perhaps, but not his, hers. Spurred forward by anger, lust, betrayal, humiliation, confusion, she wasn’t even sure. Her mind was in turmoil.

Lee called out after her, but she ignored her friend. Yuna ignored the man that asked her to sit on his lap and the woman who asked if she wanted her to rub in some lotion.

She headed straight for Henry, with his damned arrogant smile. He was on his stomach, nude, with Mary straddling his lower back, her pussy resting on him, as she massaged oil into his shoulders. Shahar was sitting on the ground next to Henry’s chair. As Yuna got closer, she realized why.

Henry’s cock was handing between two of the chairs hard cloth slats. Shahar was happily working it between both hands with oil. He kept eye contact with Yuna the entire time. Shahar stroking him as Yuna approached. Henry smiling. Mary smiling. Shahar smiling. All seemed to be in pleasure.

Yuna felt . . . jealous. She hated herself for it, but jealous. Of both women really. To be serving so peacefully. But of Henry as well, to be pampered in such a way. Yuna briefly imagined herself on her stomach as Lee rubbed her back and Shahar, with her piercings, slid fingers up through the slats and into . . .

No, she had to concentrate.

She stood before him and opened her mouth and . . . . nothing. She made a gasping coughing sound in frustration. She remembered that she was only allowed to answer his questions. He moved and Mary slid off of him, he stood up and sat on the edge of the chair. His body, his cock, glistening with the oil. Yuna tried not to stare at his cock. Rigid and shiny, it was large. Not crazy porn large, but large enough to be exciting without being scary. He could tell she was staring and grinned even more.

He hadn’t compelled her to stare. To be horny. He hadn’t compelled her to be jealous. He hadn’t compelled her to come over. And here she was, putting herself easily at his mercy. Her cunt throbbed.

“Kneel,” he said to her, in that way, the power washing over her, as he pointed to a spot directly before him. She moved without thinking, his cock just below her face and only a few inches in front of her, slowly pulsating with his heart beat.

She could smell it now. That mix of sweat and suntan lotion and a pleasant scent, his after shave perhaps. But that was the surface, below it was the faint funk of cock. That gross man-penis smell, that in theory should disgust her, did disgust her. Especially because it was so much stronger than she remembered from her Korean lovers. That strong American smell. It should disgust her, it did, but she breathed it in deeply and felt her body react with pleasure. She loved it, wanted to breathe it in deeply. What was wrong with her.

“Do you want to fuck me,” Henry asked. Mary and Shahar seemed to ignore them both, having had gone back to sunning themselves.

Yuna had to answer, honestly, he had told her too earlier, compelled her, “I don’t know.” It was the truth. He scared her. The effect he had on her and the others scared her. He had an impossible and dangerous power. He had no problem using it to get pleasure.

He nodded at that and asked, “do you want me to make you fuck me?”

She breathed in sharply, smelling his cock again, unable to hide the truth, “yes.”

He nodded again, thinking, and said, “Stroke my cock.” The words pushing through her, her hands rising to obey even as she tried to fight them, to ask questions.

But, both hands found his slightly greased member, Shahar leaned forward with a small bottle and squirted more oil onto her hands. He made a pleased groan as Yuna’s hands slid more easily and she hated that she felt pride from it.

“Are your friends having fun,” he asked.

“Yes,” she replied, watching her hands. “I didn’t realize how . . . sexual they all where.”

It was interesting, watching her small soft Korean hands on his large white cock. Mesmerizing almost.

He snorted at that, “I’ve only been doing this for a few years, and the cruise only a few months, but in my experience, most people have some perversity hidden within their depths, hiding behind walls of social stigma. A few drinks, a swimming pool, a relaxed attitude, and presto, it barely takes mind control for things to get wild. I don’t really rape people you know, I mean, well . .. semantics I guess. But I rarely do things with people that they don’t like.”

She said nothing, could say nothing. He could pretty it up however he wanted, but Mind Control was rape. She listened intently though, soaking up his words. Only a few years?

“With each stroke,” he said, his voice thick with lust but still reverberating through her, “You will feel pleasure pulse through you, as if each of your strokes was the stroke of a cock against your clit. It will build inside you until you are on the verge of orgasm, but you will be unable to cum without my permission.”

It was true, instantly, each of her strokes began to cause flashes of pleasure within her, making her gasp. Stroking up and down, up and down, the pleasure mounting, she started to twist her hands at the same time and he gasped in pleasure which somehow spiked her own pleasure through her even harder. She got into a rhythm and varied between sliding up to the bottom of his cock head or all the way up it.

Her breathing was increasing and she realized, impossibly, that this would make her cum. Easily. That he could with words alone probably, make her cum, or take it away. The pleasure centers of her brain controlled her pleasure and his words controlled them. Except, she wouldn’t be able to, not without his permission. She looked up at him panicking.

It was like an awful pleasure trap. She couldn’t stop stroking him. Which mean she couldn’t stop feeling the pleasure. Which mean she would need to cum, be stuck on edge, until he released her. And she couldn’t even ask him.

He laughed at the panic in her eyes. But it was a teasing laugh, more than a cruel one.

“Quite the predicament,” Henry said. “It seems that its even made you forget that everyone can see you. See what your doing. See that your a ” his voice went to a mocking tone, “a slut.”

Yuna looked around quickly, her hands still sliding, the pleasure still mounting between not just her legs, but her entire body. The entire pool was watching. All the others were hiding what sex they were doing. Hidden behind towels or the water. And here she was, jacking a stranger off while kneeling before him like some priestess worshiping a god. Her friends stared, in amazement, but Yuna could see that Lee was watching in jealous excitement and . . . Yuna wasn’t sure.

The eyes on her. The attention. The humiliation. Her friend wanting to be her? To be with her? It was too much. It pushed her to the edge of orgasm, but she couldn’t get there. Still stroking, she looked back to him, her eyes pleading. The pleasure still building.

“I’ve not met anyone like you before,” he said, his voice growing husky, his breath starting to catch a bit. “No one that was so innately turned on by all of this,” he motioned to himself and his mesmerized lovers, “its what I’ve been looking for, you have no idea how lonely it gets when you can have anything except true attraction.”

What did he mean? Lonely? Anyone would be his friend with a word. His lover. His wife.

Her hands still working his cock, the pressure seemed to only increase within her body, her need to cum, her burning desire. She could barely hear his words, but she felt the power washing over her, “you will orgasm when I do, you will not wash my semen off of your breasts or wear anything above your waist, until after dinner.”

The words, sinking in, her knowing it would be true. Her knowing that she would be forced, but secretly thrilled, to wear his semen on her nude breasts for everyone to see.

When he started to groan with orgasm, she began to scream in pleasure, the orgasms ripping through them both. All the pressure within her finally letting loose. Coming out in waves with each stroke as the semen, warm, splashed onto her breasts. She stopped stroking only as he grunted, with power, “stop.”

As it ended, finally, the waves still settling within her, she looked to him, curious as to what to do next. She could get up and leave now, nothing prevented her. But she waited and looked around and saw the eyes on her, on her tits. She felt embarrassed still but somehow empowered by it. She was displaying his power over her, she couldn’t do anything about it, and somehow that was so deeply satisfying. Even better than the aftershocks of the orgasm.

“You have a choice to make,” he said to her. “A choice I will give you. You can join me at my table for dinner tonight, feel free to bring your friends. If you do then I will treat you to the wildest cruise experience you can imagine. Every fantasy you have imagined and everyone you haven’t. You will have the best the ship and the islands have to offer. I am very . . . powerful and wealthy. But, you will be . . . lets say . . . my primary lover for the rest of the trip.” He motioned at her chest. “Your body and mind will be mine to do with as I please. Though have no fear, I want your mind as it is, just with . . . my control over it. You won’t be able to say no to anything until you disembark.”

He motioned with his hand and Mary moved to his cock with a towell, wiping the last traces of semen and oil off of its shriveling form.

“Or,” he continued, looking her in the eye as she felt the semen running down the side of her breast, starting to dry in the sun. “Don’t come and I promise I won’t bother you again.” His voice suddenly filled with power and he said, “you are under no compulsions to make this decision, choose only what you want. Now go, enjoy your afternoon.”

She got up to leave, walking past the pool goers, feeling arousal and shame at their stares towards the semen on her breasts.

Her friends were shocked, but too aroused by everything to give her a hard time. It was like Yuna stroking his cock and taking his load had been a spark to the powder keg. The last line between the pool goers and devolving into something that wasn’t quite an orgy. All around them, couples, some larger groups, began to openly play and fuck.

Yuna had barely sat down when Lee climbed onto her boyfriends cock. Fucking him with a wild abandon while staring at Yuna’s chest. Yuna, feeling a strange excitement, blew Lee a kiss as Lee started to cum.

Yuna had barely started her drink again as Kim, who without guile, said she was jealous and needed a pearl necklace of her own, started to suck her boyfriends cock while waving to her admirer to come over. When he sat down, Kim’s boyfriend would move next to him and without any shame, Kim would stroke and suck them both until she had not one, but two, new necklaces. Though she would wash them off soon after.

Even little Shy, dominant Moon would sit on her boyfriends face before Yuna finished her drink. Riding him to multiple orgasms while taunting that maybe he’d finally get to cum later.

What had happened to them? What had Henry done?

Did she hate him? Did she like him? That had been rape. But she had enjoyed it.

She felt strangely at peace though, as the scent of her drink mixed with the smell of the semen on her chest. There was no need to ponder the question, she knew the answer deep inside herself. Wondered now, why she had even questioned it.

She would go to his table, still wearing his cum. She would invite her friends to join her. But she would go no matter what they said.

It was impossible and scary. But everything she had spent her life fantasizing about.

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