It happened again, and it was getting worse. Ensign Cook was used to sexual harassment before she’d joined the navy. She was a petite girl who people mistook for a teenager even now. She compensated with tattoos and hyper sexual attitude,which was biting her in the ass now. This ship was the worst it had ever been. She was one of only 2 women on board. The other, Christina, kept her head down and was rarely seen on deck. They’d been at sea three weeks now. At first it had just been the ordinary lewd comments. Sailors asking when she’d go to bed with them. What she was hiding under her uniform. Then they’d started touching her. Pinching her ass as they passed in the narrow hallways. Grabbing her hips to get her attention from behind. Today was something different. Since she was a small girl they used her to do jobs in tight spaces. Between bulkheads and in narrow crawl spaces. Today she’d been checking wiring halfway into a panel, her upper body all the way in and her legs sticking out. Footsteps had come up behind her. Before she could shimmy out someone was groping her, firm hands held her so she couldn’t get out. Her protests echoed through the bulkhead. A hand squeezed at her pussy from outside her pants and pressed hard into her. In trying to free herself she hit her head against the metal wall. She heard laughter echo in from outside. While she was woozy they fumbled with her belt and tried to get her pants down. They got stuck around her ass halfway. fingers worked between her ass cheeks. A dry finger probed at her asshole forcing pain in with it. Her assailant tugged to get her pants the rest of the way down. As they pulled she used the momentum to force herself free. She tumbled back and pulled a socket wrench from her tool belt and came out swinging, only to see a pair of boots disappear around the corner.
The next day she was preparing to come on shift when the PA summoned her to the captain’s office.
She entered and saluted the stern faced older man she’d only seen once before, during the sendoff ceremony even then from a distance. He looked her up and down and shut the laptop on his desk. “At ease, ensign Cook”
“Have a seat ensign.” He said gesturing to a plain metal chair bolted to the deck. She sat hyper aware of her posture, the wrinkles in her uniform, and the light grease smell from the mechanical work she did.
” I have been made aware of some issues. Untoward happenings on my boat that are making some of my sailors… Uncomfortable”
“Sir i-”
“I’ll let you know when to speak ensign. I run a tight ship here. I don’t like it when my sailors are unnecessarily uncomfortable and especially when it’s problems amongst each other. Now. Why is it you didn’t report these issues to an officer and I have to hear it from third parties.”
“Sir, I’m new on the ship. I didn’t want to risk retaliation or make trouble for any of my fellow sailors, sir.”
“I’m going to assume you’d like the harassment to stop?”
She gulped hard “sir, yes sir.”
“How old are you ensign?”
“Sir?”
“Answer me ensign.”
“22, sir.”
“Stand up, ensign”
She did so, her heart pounding in her chest. His eyes flicked over her again. He stood from his desk and moved close to her. He looked down at her. His slight paunch between them.
“Are you a virgin ensign”
“Excuse me?” Her voice cracked and she felt heat on her neck.
“Say it proper. Sir. Excuse me, sir. I’ll ask again. Are you a virgin.”
“No”
“No what.” He raised his voice and clenched a fist.
“N-no sir.”
“Probably for the best. Young women have a different standard these days. You are being reassigned ensign. We can spare one engineer and I won’t have sneaking around on my ship.” He returned behind his desk. “This will be your new uniform, commensurate with your new rank of course.”
What he held up was barely there. A parody of an outfit. A tiny crop top and skirt that likely wouldn’t cover Cook’s ass complete with striped stockings.
“You can’t be serious. What the hell is this? There’s no way I am wearing that.”
“Ensign this is the last time I will warn you about insubordination. When you address me or any other man on this ship you will use sir, because you are now the lowest ranking crew. You will wear this uniform and you will ensure any and all the men on this ship are comfortable. Otherwise you will be just another sailor overboard. A tragedy lost at sea probably not even reported on by the news. You are now ship’s whore, second rank. You no longer have a bunk. You will spend each week in a different crew room. Saturdays you will spend in the officer’s stateroom and Sundays you will report to me. Is that all clear, whore?”
Cook felt sick to her stomach. This couldn’t be happening. Her eyes darted from the clothes in his hand to the door behind her and back to him. The captain’s expression was cold but his eyes were alright. They were in the middle of the open ocean. Scheduled to be away from port for at least 6 more weeks.
“Sir,”
“Speak up.”
“Sir, I. Don’t make me do this.”
“You know if you refuse we won’t just throw you overboard. We will still get plenty of use out of you.”
Tears rolled down her face. Her head swam. She tried to think what she had done to deserve this or what she could have done to escape. Nothing.
She stepped up and took the uniform out of his hands. “I’ll do it. Sir.” She turned to go. Wanting to flee back to her bunk. To think of a way out of it all.
“Not so fast whore. You start here, now. get undressed, give me your clothes and put it on.”
She started unbelting her pants. Slid them off followed by her shirt. She went to pick up the skirt. “Completely naked, whore. There’s no sense in being modest anymore. She slipped out of her bra which he took from her along with the rest of her clothes.
” You are a fine looking girl. You remind me of my niece. Cute little tits.”
She put on what he gave her. The top barely reached under her nipples. The skirt didn’t cover anything meaningful. She rolled on the stockings and stood up at attention.
He inspected her. When his hands touched her she flinched and he smiled. He pushed her over to the wall. “Put your hands against it.” She did what he said and he pulled her legs out and apart. His hands felt at her flat stomach. Up and down her inner thighs, squeezing her ass. He pinched her nipples hard and she yelped.
“You’re going to do just fine at this. Now come over here for your first duty.” He took her back over to his side of the desk “on your knees.” His cock was out. She could smell it was going to be bad. She reached out a hand but he slapped it away. “I don’t want a handjob whore. Suck it. Don’t let me feel any teeth.”
She looked at the curved purple cock and her stomach churned. She placed her lips on it and started sucking on the head. “Look at me whore.” Her eyes met his but her vision was clouding with tears. “use your tongue. Get down on it. You’re fucking terrible at this. We have our work cut out for us.” He tasted bitter and salty, every time she went down she wanted to retch. His fingers tangled in the hair at the base of her skull and he forced her face down into his lap. She put her hands on the chair and tried to push away and managed to get his cock out of her mouth. The captain slapped her hard, connecting with the cheekbone and setting her head to ringing. “you don’t get to make choices like that anymore. Open your mouth whore.”
He shoved his cock in her mouth and used her head like a fleshlight, her hands fluttered at nothing. Her neck ached. When she didn’t lick he’d slap her. She kept her tongue moving after the second. He tried to go down her throat but she would gag and retch each time. She puked and he threw her to the floor. “Disgusting. The boys will have you deepthroating by the time I get you back this Sunday.”
She sobbed and sat crumpled. Her jaw and head were on fire. Her face and thighs were covered in slobber. The captain lifted her by her hair and pushed her over the desk. “This is probably the last time you’ll be this fresh.” His hands spread her ass cheeks apart and he dove into her crotch face first. His tongue circled her clit and probed inside her. He moved up, licking across her taint and into her asshole. His fingers replaced his tongue. First two then three spread his saliva into her. His arm pistoned his fingers in and out of her. Aside from an occasional twitch she was limp. A doll for him to abuse. He fingered her ass and she clenched her entire body. She’d never let anyone put anything up there before. “Please, not that” she moaned.
“You’ll get used to it. You’ve got too fine an ass to ignore.”
Her asshole felt like fire. His cock was still covered in her spit but it felt like sandpaper forcing its way in. She screamed in pain and the captain laughed at her. His thrusts were long and heavy. his hand on the back of her neck kept her face pressed against the cool metal desk. Her back muscles strained and her ass clenched around him. He settled into a rhythm, savoring her pain, running his free hand over her body.
“This is your life now whore. Believe me you will look forward to our days together after what they do to you out there.”
She felt his rhythm changing and prayed for it to be over. He rammed into her driving her hips into the edge of the steel desk. His weight crushed down on her and she felt his hot cum release into her ass. He remained in her for a while stirring his cock in her guts. He pulled out of her leaving her dripping on the edge of his desk. He put his uniform back in order and sat back in his chair.
“Once you’ve cleaned up the mess in here, report to the chow hall. I’m sure they will be excited to see you in your new uniform”
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To be continued
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Love it! Very well written and has a nice length, looking forward to more.