Sometimes, fate can be a bitch. Doesn't matter how much effort you put in, doesn't matter how well you plan things, they all get blown away when bad luck hits you. That's pretty much how Natasha felt today.

She told herself that just this once, she'd try to actually follow Tanos' request. Not that it meant she would blindly do whatever he asked, but maybe just for today she'd give it a try. After all, it was a simple request: wear a thong the whole day. How hard could it be?

Natasha hated it when other people ordered her around but for the past few days, resisting Tanos had only made things worse. That's what happens when you try to piss off someone who has a solid lock on blackmailing you. So, she figured at least for today, she'd just do what he asked and see what happens.

That's what led her to the crew laundry at 7 am sharp. To pick up her laundered clothing which included her one and only pair of thongs... just so she could follow Tanos' orders. But then, fate had other plans.

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"What?!" Exclaimed Natasha. "What do you mean it's not done yet?!"

"I'm sorry, Ma'am Natasha," explained the crew laundry volunteer. "We would have finished your laundry by now if it weren't for the equipment malfunction."

She looked daggers at the crew volunteer: a small, old Indian man. Not the same big Jamaican she talked to last night. "And when will this 'malfunction' get fixed?"

"We're unsure, ma'am. The main water pipes seem to be clogged, none of the washing machines are getting any water. We've already contacted the engineers but they haven't had time to fix them yet."

Natasha pinched the bridge of her nose between thumb and forefinger and took a deep calming breath. She felt like strangling the man but knew it wasn't his fault. Why, out of all the times for a equipment malfunction did it have to happen today??

"Okay," she said, striving to calm her voice. "Once the issue gets fixed, I'd appreciate it if you prioritized my laundry bag." She slipped a $10 bill to the crew member. Natasha didn't normally engage in this kind of 'favor exchanges' between crew and so didn't know if 10 bucks was too much or too little for what she was asking, but she was a bit desperate and $10 was all the cash she had on her.

The man made the bill disappear in his pants in the flash of an eye, barely even looking at it. Professional. "I'll make sure yours is first in line, Ma'am. Then I'll give you a call."

"Call my mobile. I might not be in my office much this morning." She wrote down her mobile extension and walked out of the laundry room. Now all she needed to do was avoid Tanos for the rest of the morning till she could get her thong back.

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Tanos was not in a good mood. System issues were popping up one after another around the ship, his manager was nagging him to get them fixed, one of his technicians was quarantined in his cabin from a stomach flu and to top it all, he couldn't seem to find Natasha.

He'd dropped by her office three times already that morning but Natasha was nowhere to be found. Carlo told him that Natasha seemed very busy today, dropping by her office sporadically only to pick up some papers then leave again on an errand. It was almost as if Natasha was specifically trying to avoid him. Tanos was going to give it one more try before he went for lunch.

As he entered the chief purser's office he nearly crashed into Natasha on her way out.

"Hey you," Tanos told her as he quickly closed the door behind him to block her escape. "I've been looking for you the whole morning."

Natasha bent down to gather the papers that she had dropped upon nearly crashing into Tanos. "Yes, well, I have had an extremely busy morning."

"So it seems," Tanos replied. Natasha did seem flustered, maybe she really was just busy. "Lucky for you, I just need a minute of your time." Tanos gently held Natasha on her elbows and helped her up to her feet. He had the satisfaction of seeing Natasha flinch as he touched her. Flinched... but didn't pull back. Progress.

"You know what I'm here for, Natasha. Just go ahead and show me what I want and I'll leave you alone."

"Tanos, I..." Natasha licked her lips. "I, uh, I didn't... I didn't wear a thong," she said the last words in a low whisper with her eyes cast down on the floor.

"I'm sorry, what?!" Tanos' temper rose. He was already having a crappy morning, this did not improve his mood at all. He looked hard at Natasha, trying to figure out if she was serious. Natasha just avoided his gaze and kept quiet. "Natasha, I was trying to be real nice to you. I gave you one simple task and you couldn't even do it?!"

Natasha ripped her arms free of Tanos' grip. He could see his finger marks on her elbows, he hadn't realized he was gripping her so hard.

"Look, Tanos" Natasha put down her papers then brought her arms up, palms forward in a slightly pleading, slightly warding gesture.

"I swear I was going to wear a thong, just like you asked. Really, I did," she said in an almost pleading tone. "It's just that, well..." Natasha's cheeks suddenly colored a bright red. "You see, I only have one pair of thongs..."

"Hold on, hold on. What?" Tanos exclaimed.

"... and it was the same one I was using yesterday and now it's all covered in cum, but the laundry is broken so I couldn't clean it up," Natasha continued rambling.

"So, let me get this straight." Tanos leaned back on the door and gave Natasha an incredulous stare. "You're telling me that you, an incredibly hot adult woman in her thirties, only have one pair of thongs and didn't want to wear them because they were still dirty from all the fucking you did yesterday?"

"Well, yes." Natasha blushed hard at Tanos' words. Did he really have to rub it in her face so hard? "They're crusted in cum and the crew laundry is currently broken. So you see, I had no choice."

"I see." Tanos replied. His mind was whirling. He couldn't believe a woman in her thirties would only have one pair of thongs, especially not a woman as hot as Natasha. They would need to do some major wardrobe updates if their 'relationship' was to continue.

"I guess I do understand your situation," Tanos said in a calm voice. "That still doesn't explain why you disobeyed me."

"What?" Natasha exclaimed. "I just told you -"

"Yes, yes. I heard your excuses. You should have still worn those thongs, regardless of how dirty they were. You need to realize something here Natasha: Following my orders should be your number one priority. It takes precedence over whatever wants or comforts you might have. Is that clear?"

Natasha didn't answer, simply stared at him like she was about to jump on him and claw his face out.

"I said, is that CLEAR?!" Tanos shouted right in Natasha's face. "Or do I have to bring my laptop in here again?"

Natasha didn't budge an inch. Tanos was starting to think he might actually have to get his laptop when Natasha finally replied with a simple: "Clear".

"Great," he said. "Glad we reached an agreement. Now, since you have no thong on you, I figure we might need to get creative. Unbutton your blouse for me please."

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Great, Natasha thought. Now it seems Tanos is going to get sexually creative with me again. I wonder what he'll make me do now? Why couldn't that water pipe have broken on a different day?

For a brief moment, Natasha considered resisting Tanos' orders... but what was the point? If push came to shove she knew she'd only fold against Tanos' blackmailing tactics. So with a loud sigh to show that she was doing this unwillingly, she started to unbutton her blouse.

"Good. Now untuck your blouse and turn around," ordered Tanos.

Natasha obediently untucked her blouse from her skirt and turned around. She felt Tanos move up behind her and slip a hand down the waistband of her skirt and under her pantyhose. He started caressing her ass.

Shit. Now he's probably going to start fingering me and-

Without warning, Tanos grabbed the back of her panties and pulled straight up. Natasha felt her panties get swallowed by her butt cheeks and wedge up her crack. It happened so suddenly that Natasha was unable to prevent a scream erupt from her lips.

"Aaeeeeeeeeeehhh!"

Tanos kept pulling up till Natasha was on her tiptoes and he half-pushed, half-carried her towards her desk and pushed her head down against it. She tried to shove Tanos off, tried to slap his hand off her panties but he was too strong and she was at an awkward angle. Tanos pulled her blouse off her shoulders till it was locked low on her elbows, making her unable to move her arms freely as the blouse acted like a make-shift pair of handcuffs.

The pain in her butt crack was... shocking. It wasn't extremely painful, not really, but it was something that she'd never felt and so was unprepared for. She'd heard of wedgies before, even saw some of her classmates receive them back in highschool. She'd just never experienced it herself.

She sensed Tanos grab something from her desk then a second later, felt something cold and metallic slip underneath the band of her bra. Natasha froze in place, thinking that Tanos had pressed a pair of scissors against her back or maybe a letter opener, but what she heard instead was her stapler going off repeatedly. At first she couldn't figure out what was happening, then comprehension dawned on her.

"You motherfucker!!" she exclaimed and tried to kick out at Tanos... which only aggravated the wedgie digging into her ass. The son of a bitch was stapling her panty to her bra!

Before she could land any meaningful kicks on Tanos he apparently finished his stapling and he flipped her around on her back, giving her a view of his smiling face. The bastard is grinning like a kid!

"Dammit, Tanos! What the hell?!"

"Hey, you said you didn't have any thongs left. I figured we'd make one for you," Tanos replied, still with that big grin on his face. "But we're not done yet..."

"What do you mean we're not done yet?! Stop this right now or -"

Whatever else Natasha was going to say was cut off as Tanos reached down the front of her skirt and pulled the front band of her panties up in the air.

"Aaaaaaaaahhhh! Shit! Shit! Shit!" Natasha felt like her panties were cutting her pussy lips in half. Her hips were bucking, trying to get Tanos off of her but he was too heavy. She tried to punch or slap his face but her arms were still pinned by her blouse behind her back. Tears started welling in her eyes. She put every ounce of willpower she had to stop them from falling. No way was she going to let this asshole see her cry.

By the time she opened her eyes again, Tanos had finished putting some two-dozen staples on her bra front, affixing her panties on it. The good news was that Tanos was kind enough to reverse the stapler so that the bent pointed ends of the staple wires were pointed away from Natasha's skin. That meant that they wouldn't prickle and chafe her skin. Small blessings.

"There," Tanos said with apparent self-satisfaction, admiring his work. "That looks enough like a thong to me."

Natasha looked down at Tanos' handy work. The band of her white bikini panty was pulled all the way up and stapled against the base of her white bra. Her panties angled to a sharp V low on her stomach and became almost a single stretch of cloth as it disappeared under her skirt. The crotch of her panties were stretched so tight that it had slipped in the middle of her pussy lips and parted them, rubbing her clit hard. Based on the fire raging up her butt crack, she could imagine her panties were stretched just as badly behind her as well.

Just then the phone rang. Natasha had no plans of answering the phone, even had her arms not been locked behind her back, but Tanos reached over and pressed the speaker.

"Hi Natasha. Carlo here," the voice on the other end said. "There's a crew member out here to see you."

"I'm unavailable at the moment," Natasha replied. "I have some business with Tanos to take care of," she said while giving Tanos the most murderous stare she could come up with.

"Don't worry, Carlo, we're just finishing up." Tanos interjected, giving Natasha his big boyish grin. "Give me a minute and I'll be out."

Tanos dropped the call and, with surprising gentleness, helped Natasha stand and got her blouse back over her shoulders.

"Tanos, you filthy piece of - "

"You've got one minute, Natasha," Tanos interrupted her. "If I were you I'd use that time to make myself presentable... otherwise people might gossip about us." He winked at her as he said this.

At this point Natasha didn't really know how to react anymore. She started the day promising to follow Tanos and to not make any fuss, but now she was pissed off and felt like her groin was balancing on a tight rope. To make matters worse, Tanos was currently buttoning up her blouse and tucking it back under her skirt, like a mother helping her daughter get prepared for school. This man is insane, she thought.

"Seems you kept your promise and wore a thong after all", Tanos commented. "That means I'll also keep my promise and not ask any sexual favors from you today. However," and here Tanos' face lost its smile and his voice turned cold. "You need to learn that disobeying me has consequences. This evening you're going to wear a thong. I don't care if you have to borrow one from your girlfriends, I want you in a thong. Furthermore, as punishment for not following my orders you are to wear no bra tonight. No bra, no undershirt or cheat crap like that either. Just your blouse against your naked breasts. Oh, and put your anal beads on - all of them this time. I was going to give your ass the day off but, well, you need to learn your lesson."

Tanos had finished fixing her up by now and he gave her one long appraising look. Seemingly satisfied, he turned and headed for the door. "Remember Natasha," he said without turning around. "Don't test me again". With that he opened the door and left.

A few seconds later, a female face peeked in her office.

"Ma'am Natasha?"

It's that bartender with the too-short shorts, Natasha thought. What was her name again? Carmel? Carol? Carolina, that was it.

"You asked me to come to your office once I had my apology letter and written reprimand?"

"Well, do you have them?" Natasha asked irritably. This wedgie was not helping her mood at all.

"Yes, ma'am. They're all here." Carolina showed her a folder she was holding.

Natasha sighed. "Well then, bring them over." Something to be said about Natasha: Regardless of how harsh and cold she might seem to crew members, she always prided herself in following the rules and being fair when it was due. If the woman had indeed done what she had ordered then Natasha would do her part and treat the girl fairly. Huh, funny that. Natasha thought to herself. 'If she had done what I had ordered'... listen to me, I sound just like Tanos.

Natasha walked behind her desk towards her chair, moving slowly and carefully to avoid aggravating the wedgie. Still, she was unable to keep from wincing as she sat down.

"Are you alright, ma'am?" Carolina asked.

She watched Carolina as the bartender walked towards her, happy to see that the bartender was now wearing correctly sized shorts.

"I'm fine," Natasha answered in a cold tone that stopped Carolina from asking anymore questions. "Show me your papers."

Carolina handed over her folder and Natasha skimmed over the papers. She was usually very thorough in reviewing documents, reading every detail, but she found she was unable to properly concentrate with her panties digging into her crotch. She skimmed the documents just enough to make sure they were in order then put her stamp and signature on the papers. She took the bartender's crew ID from one of her drawers and handed it back.

"Here you go, Ms. Esperanza. I hope you have learned your lesson."

"Yes, ma'am." Carolina replied eagerly, though Natasha thought she saw a hard glint in the girl's eye. "You won't have any more problems from me."

"See that we don't." Natasha replied. "Dismissed."

Natasha got rid of Carolina as fast as she could so she could start removing this stupid wedgie. As soon as Carolina left and closed the door Natasha started unbuttoning her blouse. She had only unbuttoned the top two buttons when her door opened again and Rick stepped in.

Dammit, Natasha thought. Don't people knock anymore?! Though I guess if you're the hotel director you don't feel as obligated to knock on your subordinate's door.

"Natasha!" the hotel director greeted her in his gentle but slightly booming voice. Natasha always thought that Rick had the voice of a theatrical performer. "I've been trying to get a hold of you the entire morning. Where have you been hiding?"

Apparently, I haven't been hiding quite well enough, Natasha thought bitterly. "Sorry, Rick. It's been hell of a busy morning." - If you only knew - "I was just on my way to lunch. Maybe I can visit you first thing this afternoon?" She hoped he would get the hint and leave her alone.

"Oh, no need for a formal meeting." he replied with a smile. "We can talk it over lunch. Come." And he beckoned her to follow her out the door.

Natasha wanted to curse out loud. She had wanted to get rid of this wedgie before she did anything else but she just couldn't seem to catch a break today.

She racked her brains for a good excuse to get out of this impromptu lunch meeting with her boss but she came up empty. Rick was already by the door, holding it open for her and waiting for her to join him.

Fine, she thought. It's just a wedgie. I'm a freaking senior officer on a 5-star cruise ship. If highschool kids can put up with this shit then I should be tough enough to endure such a juvenile prank over lunch. Time to put on my big-girl panties and suck it up. Hah! Big-girl panties. I'm such a comedian.

Natasha grit her teeth and stood up... then winced as her panty immediately dug into her ass and pussy.

"Natasha, is something wrong?" Rick asked with concern.

"I'm fine," she said. "Just a leg cramp."

"Ah, leg cramps. Yes, those can be quite a bitch," commented her boss. "You do know the best way to get rid of them though, right? You need to walk it off!"

"Wait, what?" exclaimed Natasha. "No, no. I just need to take it easy for a bit and..."

"Nonsense." Rick went back to Natasha, put a fatherly hand across her back and gently - but firmly - guided her forward into a brisk walk. "Cramps are the result of inactive muscles seizing up. The easiest way to get rid of them is to warm those muscles up fast. Off we go."

Natasha gasped as her panty started sawing her groin from the brisk pace Rick set.

"That's it Natasha, just walk it off. The pain will be gone in no time, you'll see."

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Leg cramp?? Of all the excuses you could have given him, why did you have to say you had a leg cramp?! Maybe if you had said you had an upset stomach or maybe had menstrual cramps instead he might have allowed you to skip out on lunch.

Natasha was beating herself up with such thoughts as she strove to keep up with Rick's long strides. She had at least convinced Rick not to eat in the guest buffet. She nearly had a heart attack when Rick suggested they take the stairs from deck 5 to deck 10 to eat in the guest buffet.

Now she just had to get down a few flights of stairs to the crew mess in deck 3 instead. Those were the longest few flights of stairs she'd ever taken. She kept shifting her posture to try and give her groin some much needed reprieve from the wedgie. If she stood straight and tall, her panty dug right in her pussy lips against her clit. But if she hunched to give her pussy a rest, her panty then dug into her ass crack instead. The good thing about her panties was that they were expensive and made of good quality, which meant they were quite stretchable and had quite some give to them. The bad thing about them was that because they were good quality and quite stretchable, it meant they weren't going to snap any time soon.
She went down the stairs walking slightly sideways, as this made it somewhat easier. Still, by the time they reached deck 3 her entire groin felt on fire.

There was also the fact that Rick kept giving her weird, sidelong glances. At first she couldn't figure out what it meant, till she realized that the top two buttons of her blouse were still unbuttoned. She had forgotten that she had been in the middle of unbuttoning them as Rick strode in her office. It offered a generous amount of cleavage and, especially if she bent a certain way, exposed the tops of her bra cups.

She started blushing as soon as she realized it, but she couldn't figure out how to close the buttons without calling attention to them. She tried to slow down so Rick would walk ahead and she could maybe button them up behind his back but he insisted on staying by her side. In the end she just left them unbuttoned, thinking she'll find time later to put them back up. Unfortunately, it seems she was mistaken.

The crew mess was full when they arrived and Rick never left Natasha's side as they got food from the buffet and found a table to sit in. She never found a discreet opportunity to button up her blouse. Worse, she saw a number of the male crew members give her neckline furtive, appraising glances. They were quick about it, no one wanted to be caught staring too long at the legendary Mistress Terror, but just the thought of being under so much sexual scrutiny made her blush all the more.

It turned out Rick wanted to talk to Natasha about organizing a team-building field trip for the hotel department officers. Finance, Guest Relations, Housekeeping, IT, etc. Since it was summer, he said he wanted to have a beach party or something similar, and he'd wanted to talk to Natasha about budget availability for the activity.

Natasha gave him the numbers and tried to offer a few different options but she was having trouble paying attention to the conversation as the wedgie kept distracting her. Surprisingly, now that she was getting used to the pain of the wedgie, she noticed that if she moved in just the right manner she could get the wedgie to rub her pussy in an almost... pleasurable way. It was still painful, but now she kept rocking back and forth ever so slightly, trying to rub her clit and pussy just right. She felt her pussy start to get wet as more and more she was getting a kick out of the wedgie.

She noticed Rick glancing down at her cleavage every now and then. On a whim, Natasha put her elbows on the table and leaned forward, resulting in her blouse opening up all the more and giving Rick a clear view of her bra.

She didn't know exactly why she did it. Maybe she did it because she was getting horny from her wedgie and she felt a bit flirty. Maybe she did it because she wanted to make Rick react to her instead of her reacting to him. Maybe it was because she wanted to exert control again on something, anything, even if it was only her own sexuality. Maybe she did it just to mess with her boss. Maybe it was all of them.

Regardless, the result was not what she was expecting. Rick stuttered in mid-sentence as his gaze locked on her breasts. His eyes were as big as saucers and he started blushing furiously.

"I, uh... well, as I was saying... we should schedule this two weeks from now," he stammered on. "So, anyway, I... I think I'll just hammer out some details then... uh, maybe email them to you for budget approval..."

"Oh, don't go yet Rick. We need to hash out the details." Natasha replied. Earlier she had been keen to end this meeting as soon as possible, but after seeing Rick's reaction to her she couldn't help but get a kick out of it. She lowered her voice into a sultrier tone and leaned forward even more. "Of course, if we go with a high-end swimming pool we need to make sure everyone wears appropriate attire. Men in swimming trunks and the women in bikinis. Right?"

"Uh... sure. Women in bikinis... yes, that's right." Rick stammered. "Listen Natasha, I just remembered I had something to do in the office. I'll figure out the details and just send you an email OK?"

With that, Rick picked up his plate then stood up and left. As he stood up, Natasha noticed a very noticeable bulge in the groin area of his pants. Natasha laughed silently. No wonder he wanted to leave, I just gave him a massive hard on. He's probably going straight to his room to jack off.

Natasha immediately regretted thinking such nasty thoughts. Rick had always been nice to her, had known her since she was new to the company and had been somewhat of a mentor to her. Almost a father figure to be honest. She shouldn't have taunted him so.

Natasha discreetly buttoned up her blouse after he left, not caring anymore if anyone saw her. She quickly finished her lunch then started the slow, wedgie-tortured journey back to her cabin. As soon as she closed the door she took off her blouse, unclasped her bra and shrugged it off - instantly relieving the agony in her pussy and ass.

She checked on her underwear and saw that she'd need to throw them away. The staple wires and stretching left long, gaping holes in both her bra and panty. Surprisingly, she found her panties to be soaking wet in the crotch.

Huh. I didn't realize I was that turned on.

She looked at her pussy and saw that it was still wet, though her clit was red and swollen from all the rubbing it got from the wedgie. Huh, who'd have thought I'd actually get a kick out of something like this?

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About an hour before her afternoon shift she was on her way down to the crew laundry again. She did get a call from the laundry volunteer, but only to tell her that the engineers just started looking at the issue and probably won't get it fixed for another few hours. She didn't have another few hours. So she went down there, grabbed her laundry bag still filled with dirty clothes and went back to her cabin.

Once in her room she dumped the bag's contents on her bed and found the thong among the rest of her clothes. It was a wrinkled, dirty little thing. Crumpled into a little ball with white stains all over it. It smelled of sex and sweat and was stiff as a board.

Natasha had a near obsessive compulsion to have everything in her life neat and orderly... and she couldn't stomach the idea of having to wear this dirty, used and stinking thong again. But what were her options? She didn't have any close female friends that she get borrow thongs from. The only women she regularly talked to were her apprentice pursers and maybe the guest relations manager Katherine... but she'd rather die than go to them and ask to borrow their underwear. She could probably cut up one of her existing panties to resemble a thong but she was not going to waste good clothes like that.

She thought about simply wearing no underwear, maybe Tanos would like that. No, Tanos had specifically told her to wear a thong. She didn't want to test him again. So in the end, Natasha grit her teeth and wore her dirty, cum-stained thong.

Next she took out her anal beads and applied a generous amount of lube on it. She started massaging lube on her anus hole then, on a whim, put a big glop of lube on her finger then inserted her finger in her ass. She pushed her finger in and out, making sure her asshole was well lubricated. It still felt weird having something plugged in her ass, yet she realized now that with enough lube it actually felt somewhat pleasurable. She lubed her ass enough that she had no trouble pushing in the first five anal beads in. She still had trouble with the sixth and especially the seventh, but this time she was able to grit her teeth and just force it in. She slid her thong back in place and secured it all by putting her pantyhose on.

She also didn't wear a bra as per Tanos' instructions. Her white evening blouse wasn't translucent but it was thin enough that her nipples were clearly outlined in them. Guess I just need to make sure I keep my blazer on at all times. Shouldn't be too hard. Of course, Natasha was mistaken... again.

Her office had a huge window looking out to sea and it just so happened that it was oriented west with their ship's current course. The sun was directly pointed at her during the early evening and despite the air conditioning of the ship, she found that she was sweating heavily under her blazer. Yet she dared not take her coat off for fear that the security cameras would capture her nipples clearly outlined in her white blouse. To make matters worse, her crotch was itching. It was still sore from the wedgie that Tanos forced on her earlier and the cum-stiffened thong was rubbing it the wrong way. Though if Natasha was being honest, she knew it was a simply a psychological factor of her hating having to wear dirty, used underwear. Just didn't feel clean. Of course, the anal beads were an ever-present discomfort for her. She continuously shifted in her seat trying to find a more comfortable position.

Surprisingly, Tanos never came to check on her. Every hour she would head to the washroom to apply more lube on the anal beads, just to make sure she was ready in case Tanos dropped in and decided to have fun with her. She found that it started to get easier removing and plugging the beads back in after she had done the routine a few times. It's surprising how fast the human body can adapt. - Natasha thought to herself.

But Tanos never came.

She was just about to leave her office for the night when the phone rang.

"Chief purser's office," Natasha said as she picked up the receiver.

"Hello, is this Ma'am Natasha?" a man's voice replied.

"Yes. Who am I speaking with?"

"Oh, hello ma'am. This is Harry Cheng, the laundry manager."

"Yes, Mr. Cheng, I know who you are. What do you need?" Cheng was the manager of laundry services, not the crew laundry which was manned by crew volunteers but the official laundry services of the ship, the one that took care of laundry for guests.

"Yes, well, the evening blazer you sent to laundry few days ago is ruined. Kaput. No longer usable."

"Wait, wait. What do you mean ruined? What evening blazer?" Natasha had no idea what the guy was talking about, and his heavily accented English was not helping.

"Cleaners say they found your uniform in your shower few days ago. Very wet and wrinkled. They bring to me for laundry. Skirt, bowtie and blouse all good now but blazer ruined. Too long wet, padding and lining all wrong now," he explained.

Ah, I remember now. It's the evening uniform I was wearing that first night Tanos made me give him a blowjob and he came all over my clothes. I showered in them and left them in the tub for the cleaners to take out. Should have known that would be bad for the blazer.

"I remember now," Natasha replied, thankful that it was a phone call so Chen couldn't see her blush furiously from remembering Tanos cumming all over that blazer. "Can you fix it? Do you have a spare one to replace it?"

"No, can't fix," he replied. "We send you back blouse and skirt tomorrow morning but blazer no good anymore. You can talk to tailor for new one."

"Understood. Thank you for letting me know, good night." Natasha hung up the call and dialed the tailor's shop.

"Hello, tailor's office," replied a man's voice.

"Good evening. This is Natasha, chief purser. I need to requisition a new evening blazer."

"Oh, yes of course ma'am. If you can tell me your size, I'll place an order for a new officer's blazer. 3-stripes correct?"

"Wait, what do you mean you'll 'place an order'?" Natasha ignored his question about the stripes. "Don't you have one available at the moment?"

"I'm sorry Ma'am Natasha but we're out of female officer blazers. There aren't a lot of female officers onboard so we don't keep a lot of female blazers in stock."

Natasha felt a headache starting. "Ok fine," she replied. "How quickly can you get me one."

"If I make the order right now, they can probably deliver it by start of next cruise," he replied.

Start of next cruise, Natasha thought. They were only on their 3^rd day of a planned 15 day cruise. That meant it would take 12 more days before she could get her replacement blazer. The problem was, she now only had one blazer remaining - the current one she was sweating in like a pig. There was no way she could survive another 12 days with a single blazer. Laundry services would take at least 2 days to clean uniforms which meant she couldn't have her only blazer laundered till she had a spare, and she couldn't imagine wearing the same dirty clothes for another 12 days.

She kept 4 sets of both morning and evening uniforms but since the company was cutting costs, she was only issued two evening blazers. With uniform laundry being free, they were expected to simply rotate them.

"Sorry, but that's unacceptable." She replied. "I only have one blazer at the moment. Surely you could find a spare one there? Can you at least give me options?"

"I'm sorry ma'am, we really don't have any spares. But... I guess I could alter a male blazer to fit you," he replied. "You'll need to drop by so I can take your measurements."

"Great! Let's do that. I'll drop by first thing tomorrow morning. What time do you open?"

"Unfortunately, I'm completely booked tomorrow. The dancers are starting a new act in a few days and I'll be extremely busy with them tomorrow and the next day," came the reply. "But if you want, I'm free right now, though you'll have to be fast since I'm closing in 20 minutes."

"Ok, sounds good. I'll be right down." Natasha hung up the phone and walked as fast as she could all the way to deck 0 where the tailor's office was located.

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"Here, try this on." Manuel handed her a male officer's blazer when she arrived in his office. Manuel was a short, stocky Filipino with a shaved head. Either in his late 20's or early 30's. Young for a tailor on ship. Most tailors she knew were over 40.

Natasha took her blazer off and was about to put on the spare blazer when she noticed Manuel staring at her. With a start, she remembered that she wasn't wearing a bra, and with all the sweating she had done in her office - not to mention having nearly run all the way down here - her blouse was now translucent in places, most specifically around her armpits and breasts with her nipples clearly poking through the now translucent material. She hurriedly put on the male blazer.

Manuel tugged on it here and there, checked the length and width. "No, too big", he commented. He gave her another blazer to try on... which he found was too small. He made her try 3 other blazers, always staring at her chest hard every time she removed each blazer, before he found one that seemed right. The blazer was the right length but just a bit too wide for Natasha and obviously tailored to a man's figure.

"Ok, this one I can work with," Manuel commented. "You can take it off, I'll need to get your measurements now."

Natasha took the male blazer off and put back her own blazer on.

"What are you doing?" Manuel asked. "I need you to take your blazer off."

"I'm sure you can just as easily take my measurements with my blazer on," Natasha replied. She didn't like how Manuel was staring at her she was not going to allow him to measure her without covering up her breasts. Natasha wasn't unused to men starting at her, but most men normally averted their gaze after a second or two lest they be caught staring. Manuel had no such compunctions. He stared at her intently and didn't seem to care whether Natasha noticed him or not. So she put her blazer back on.

"Ma'am Natasha, I don't think you understand how difficult it will be for me to convert a male blazer to something that would fit your very womanly figure." He put emphasis on 'very womanly figure'. "I need to be able to take accurate measurements but I can't do that with your blazer on."

Natasha felt trapped. She could try to use her rank to bully the tailor, but from the intense stare Manuel was giving her she got the feeling that this was a person who didn't back down easily. Besides, what he said made sense, and she did need his help. With a sigh, she steeled herself and took off her blazer.

For the next ten minutes she felt like Manuel was undressing her with his eyes. He took her measurements: arms, shoulder width, waist, hips... but always he seemed to be pressing with his hands a bit too firmly, tugging the tape measure a bit too tightly, always staring at her chest. He paid special attention measuring her breasts. First, he measured the tops of her breast, encircling the measuring tape just underneath her armpits, then repeating the same procedure just below her breasts. Then he measured them right at their peak where they strained most against her blouse, tugging the measuring tape tightly against her nipples.

Natasha straightened up and pulled back. "Excuse me," she said in a cold, harsh voice. "But I think that's going a bit too far."

Manuel looked at her with a slightly confused, slightly irritated expression. "I already told you Ma'am Natasha, I need to take proper measurements if I'm going to make this work. I'm simply doing my job."

"I understand you need to take measurements, but it seems to me you're one step away from receiving a sexual harassment complaint."

Manuel's face flushed red. Sexual harassment was no joking matter on the ship. A single complaint could get a person terminated. "Look, ma'am", Manuel's tone dropped to a cold, angry tone. "I am doing you a favor here. I didn't need to do this, I could have just followed procedure and made you wait for your order to arrive like everyone else. But I was trying to be nice and put in extra effort to be accommodating. If you don't like how I do my job then you can just leave and I'll put in an order for your blazer. But if we're going to do this, I need to take proper measurements. Because if I don't and the Captain sees you in your new frumpy blazer, I'll get in trouble for not adhering to our clothing and appearance standards. So... what will it be?"

Manuel was staring her in the eye despite being about 4 inches shorter than her. His stocky, heavily muscled frame gave him a looming presence that made it clear he was not backing down. This was not someone Natasha would be able to easily push around.

Natasha swallowed her anger. If she could handle Tanos putting a finger in her ass then she could handle this little man undressing her with his eyes and pressing too hard with his measuring tape.

"Fine, continue. Just be careful where you put those hands." She replied.

Manuel didn't respond and just continued to measure. As if to add insult to injury, he re-measured her breasts twice more, making sure to tug the tape even tighter against her nipples.

After what felt like an eternity he finally finished, turning around to jot down notes on his notebook. Natasha immediately put her blazer back on despite still sweating.

"By the way," Manuel said without turning around. "Do always not wear a bra?"

Natasha was shocked at how blunt the question was. "I don't see how that's any of your business!" she replied acidly.

Manuel turned to face her. "I need to know so I can adjust the cut of the blazer. If you plan on not wearing bras then I'll leave the measurements as is, but if you do wear one regularly I'll need to adjust the peak of the chest slightly higher."

Natasha didn't know much about tailoring or sewing but she felt like this was complete bullshit. Still, it might have been a valid question so she replied, "I always wear a bra."
Manuel raised an eyebrow at this. "Huh, well then how come you didn't -"

"When will the blazer be ready?" Natasha cut in before he could finish his sentence.

"With my current schedule? 5 days, maybe 6 latest."

"Too long, I'll need it sooner. Can you prioritize it? I can pay you."

"You can pay me whatever you like ma'am, it still won't change my schedule."

Natasha was hot, tired and frustrated. Her constant trials today with guys like Tanos, Rick, even the laundry crew and now Manuel was exhausting her. Just once today she wanted to get what she wanted. To get her way. She just wanted to win at something, anything.

So without thinking about it, without even knowing why she did it, she unbuttoned her blazer and slowly thrust out her chest, making her breasts strain against her blouse. She walked up to Manuel, put a hand gently around his neck and pulled him close so they were face to face, her breasts lightly pressing on his chest.

"Please, Manuel", Natasha said in a low, sultry voice. "I'm sorry if I was short with you earlier, but this is really important to me and I've had a very difficult day. If you could prioritize me, work a bit of overtime if necessary, I would be really, REALLY grateful."

She slipped her hand from his neck, caressing his arm, took his hand and slipped in a $20 bill in his palm with her other hand. "Please?"

A flurry of emotions flittered on Manuel's face, too fast to follow. Shock, lust, confusion, desire... but the stubbornness had disappeared.

"Ah... yes, sure ma'am. I can probably figure something out. Give me... uh... 2 days?"

"That would be great. Thanks again."

Natasha turned around and didn't button up her blazer till she had exited his office.

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Half an hour ago Natasha was emotionally exhausted and would have given anything to go straight to her room and call it a day. However after what happened with Manuel, she felt strangely elated and energetic. She had used the power of her rank before to push people around but she had never before used her sexual power as a woman to get things going her way, not like she did with Manuel. She still found women who used their sexuality in such a way distasteful, yet she could not deny the fact that it was effective and also left her feeling wonderful. In control. Powerful.

And so instead of going to her cabin as she had originally intended, she went to the guest buffet on deck 10 instead to have some dinner. Just as she was finishing, she heard a voice call out her name.

"Good evening, Ma'am Natasha."

She turned around to find Ana, her apprentice purser, smiling at her.

"Oh, hi Ana. Were you having dinner?"

"We just finished," she replied. Behind her Natasha saw her 2^nd purser Carlo and their other two apprentice pursers Salvoro and Lisa. "We were thinking of grabbing a drink up in the guest lounge. Want to come?"

It was a rhetoric question. All of them knew that Natasha didn't drink with her team. "No, that's fine," she replied. "Enjoy. I'll see you guys tomorrow."

Carlo stepped forward and smiled at her. "Ana is just being shy. It's actually her birthday and we're having a few drinks to celebrate. It would be nice if you could join us even for a bit."

Natasha was about to say no again but stopped herself. Why was she hesitant to go? Sure she didn't hang out with her team after work but it wasn't against the rules to do so. The night was still young and she didn't have anything better to do. Besides, after the day she just had a few drinks sounded like a good idea.

"You know what? Sure, why not." Everyone cheered around her. "And as I seem to have completely forgotten it's your birthday, Ana, I'll make it up to you and buy the first 2 rounds."

Natasha would have preferred to have changed clothes before relaxing to drink but she needed to be in uniform. Officers were allowed to use the guest bar and lounge but they could only do so while wearing their uniform. She thought of at least putting on a bra and removing the anal beads but there was no telling if she'd run into Tanos, so she went dressed as she was just in case.

True to her word Natasha bought the first round of drinks... and the next two after that. She found herself having a good time. The ship's party band was playing good music and though she wasn't as active in the conversation her team was having, it was good to just be around people who were clearly having a good time. Plus the alcohol was definitely helping her ease up. In fact, as she got more tipsy with every drink she found the anal beads no longer a discomfort but merely a dull sensation in her ass... that sometimes even felt pleasurable.

She stayed longer than she had planned and ended up drinking way more than she was expecting. However, after a few rounds of beers, wine glasses and cocktails her bladder was close to bursting and she decided to call it a night.

"Ok fellas, I think that's enough for me. I don't want to wake up with a hangover and I really need to use the lady's room." She was surprised to hear her slur some of the words. She normally handled alcohol well, a trait she got from her Russian father, so she must have drunk more than she had realized. "Enjoy the rest of your night... but make sure none of you are late tomorrow." She tried to make her voice sound stern but it just came off as jovial. Her team replied with cheerful goodbyes.

There were restrooms near the lounge of course but Natasha felt like her bladder could hold till she got back to her room. She preferred to avoid public toilets if possible, even those as clean as the ones on the ship. But the elevators took such a long time to arrive that by the time she got to her floor she was regretting her decision. She half walked, half jogged down her corridor as fast as her tipsy brain and 2-inch high heels would allow, feeling like her bladder was about to burst.

As soon as she opened her door she knew something was wrong. The lights were turned on though dimmed. She never left her lights on. As she walked towards the living room, she found Tanos sitting in the corner.

"Hi Natasha. I was wondering how long I would need to wait here."

"Tanos! How the hell did you get in here??" Natasha's need for the bathroom was momentarily pushed out of her mind as anger flared up. Only the cabin cleaners and security were supposed to have key cards to her room other than her. This was a complete invasion of privacy.

Tanos looked at her calmly. "Who do you think maintains those keycard machines that security uses to print out your keys?" He smiled. "We even keep a few spares for testing and replacement purposes."

Shit. Natasha was continuously realizing how much power the IT department really had. It was so easy for Tanos to bypass security protocols. But right now she had more important concerns.

"You know what, Metzis? Screw you. Sit there if you like, I have more important things to take care of." Natasha ignored him and went straight to her bathroom... only to find the door locked.

"What the hell?!" she exclaimed. Bathroom doors had no keyholes. They could only be locked from the inside yet this seemed to have been locked anyway. She looked at Tanos with a confused and furious expression.

"Yeah. So... I might have jammed your lock a bit. A little trick I learned from our joiners."

The joiners were the carpenters and handymen onboard the ship. Considering how popular Tanos was with the regular crew, Natasha wasn't surprised he had friends in that department.

"But... why?" Natasha was more frustrated than angry at this point. "Why would you so do something so... so petty?"

"Well, I thought maybe locking up your bathroom was an easy way to ensure your cooperation. Certainly less complicated than having to bring my laptop here again."

"You don't understand, Tanos. I really, REALLY need to use the bathroom." Natasha was clenchin her knees together at this point, trying to ease the discomfort of her bladder.

"Hey, you know the deal. As soon as you do what I want, I'll open it for you."

Natasha pinched the bridge of her nose between thumb and forefinger. "Fine, fine, fine. Just tell me what you want and let's get this over with."

"I want you to dance for me."

"Huh?" Natasha didn't think she heard him right. She stared blankly at him.

In answer, Tanos turned on her TV, went to their shipboard music channel and started playing a slow R&B playlist. "I want you to dance for me. Striptease, lap dance, whatever you want to call it. I want you to move your hips, seduce me and make me hard."

Natasha's jaw dropped open. For a moment she was at a loss for words. "Tanos... this is ridiculous. You promised me if I followed your orders you wouldn't ask anything sexual of me today. I wore a thong for you, put in these damn beads and even made sure I wore no bra."

"Yes, yes, I know what I told you yesterday. But hey, look at the time. Today's a new day."

Natasha looked at her wall clock and saw that it was close to 1 am. I guess I was out drinking longer than I thought.

"Tanos, please..."

"Look Natasha, when I locked that bathroom I didn't know that you were going to come in here looking like you're about to piss on the floor, so I do feel kinda bad about it and if you tell me to go away I'll walk out of here without any complaints." His tone was sincere, like he was really feeling sorry for her. That didn't last.

"Of course, if I walk out you'll need to find a joiner to open your washroom. Good luck finding one still awake at this hour. You'll probably need to wait till 9am. Oh, and I'll also remember that you again failed to follow my orders."

Tanos, as usual, had caught her in a vice. But more than not being able to user her bathroom, it was the cold threat of Tanos' last sentence that convinced her to simply do as he asked.

"Ok, you win." Natasha started taking slow breaths to calm her down. She might as well get this over with quick before her bladder exploded. "But could you dim the lights a bit more? Please?"

Tanos complied without a word.

Natasha walked towards the center of the room, putting herself about 20 feet in front of Tanos. She closed her eyes, trying to feel the music. What the hell am I doing?

"Tanos, can we not - "

"Just dance." Tanos snapped.

Natasha sighed and kept her eyes close. She grew up not being very good with sports. She couldn't sing worth a dime either. But she had always enjoyed dancing, was very good with it in fact. Her father had started her off with ballet as a kid and her mother got her into ballroom in her early teens. During her late teens she got into modern, hip hop, even had a phase were she did some light b-boying. Dancing was one of the few times she allowed herself to stop thinking and just let her body take control.

That's what she did now. She shut off her mind to the world, forgot about Tanos, forgot about her full bladder and just allowed her body to feel the music. It also helped that she was pretty darn tipsy. The music was groovy but not fast. Smooth. Sultry. With a sexy bassline that made her hips want to move... and so she did. The rest of her body followed. She kept her energy contained, no big movements but a slow, sensual gyration of her hips and breasts, her knees bending as she slowly writhed her pelvis towards the floor, grinding there for a bit then straightening as she slowly rose back up.

"Very nice," Tanos commented. "More."

Natasha turned her back to Tanos and unbuttoned her blazer slowly, then she sensuously writhed her shoulders as she took it off and threw it at Tanos. She turned back to face him, lifted her hands to take out her hair pin and shook her head, allowing her long blonde hair to cascade down.

Natasha might have hated being forced to dance but she didn't hate dancing itself. Whatever reason she might have had for doing this, Natasha still found joy in the beauty of the movements. Besides, she was a perfectionist, and she was going to do this properly regardless of whether she was being coerced or not. Natasha was never one for half measures, so she gave this her best effort.

She removed her bowtie and slowly started unbuttoning her blouse, walking sensuously towards Tanos as she did so, her hips exaggeratedly swaying with each step. She reached him just as she finished undoing the last button.

She bent down and caressed his thighs, then suddenly slammed his legs together. She heard him grunt in pain and surprise as his knees cracked together.

Take that, asshole.

She didn't give him time to complain. She hiked up her skirt, spread her legs then sat down on Tanos' thighs and straddled him. She changed the motion of her hips from side to side swaying to a slow, deep, back and forwards pelvic grind, lightly brushing his stiffening manhood.

Tanos was keeping himself motionless. Stock still, seemingly determined not to help Natasha in her performance and allowing her to do all the work.

He likes to show that he's in control. That he can stay there and simply watch me. Let's see if we can't break that.

Natasha thrust her naked breasts in front of Tanos face as she kept moving to the music. After a few seconds it proved too much for Tanos. He reached up, grabbed one of Natasha's breast, closed his mouth around her nipple and sucked hard.

Natasha gasped partly from surprise, partly from disgust, partly from a feeling of victory being able to break Tanos' concentration, but also partly from pleasure as he sucked on her breast.

Tanos' other hand grabbed Natasha's ass, making her grind against him more firmly. Natasha gasped as Tanos accidentally pressed on her anal beads.

Tanos was taking control now, moving Natasha's pelvis against his and sucking hard on her breasts.

No!! She was not going to give Tanos control. She pushed his face away - a bit harder than necessary - and she stood up. She walked away from him, timing her steps with the music, while unzipping the back of her skirt. With her back towards him, she slowly lowered her skirt, moving her hips from side to side, slowly wiggling it to get the tight skirt down around from her wide hips. When her skirt dropped to the floor she bent over to reach it, giving Tanos a clear view of her ass. She stayed bent in that position for a bit, allowing Tanos to drink in the site of her thong and the pink ring of the beads stuck inside her ass, all covered with the hazy transparency of her dark pantyhose.

She stood back up and threw her skirt at his face... hard. She stood there facing him, clad only in her white blouse, open to show her bare breasts, her dark pantyhose, a black thong and black 2-inch pumps.

Tanos was breathing hard now, with his erection barely contained within his pants. "Masturbate for me," he commanded.

Natasha thought about not following Tanos' orders but that would just end up getting ugly. What she did instead was caress her thighs, slowly inching her hands upwards as she kept swaying her hips till she eventually put a hand against her crotch... making it seem like it was her idea all along.

Oh my, that feels good! she thought as her hand pressed against her pussy. Surprisingly, she found herself wet even through her thong and pantyhose. Unfortunately, as soon as she pressed on her groin she was also reminded of how full her bladder was.

Shit! I can't believe I had forgotten how much I needed to pee.

Unfortunately, now that she remembered her full bladder she couldn't get it out of her mind. She rubbed her pussy harder, trying to concentrate on the pleasure it brought to get her mind off of peeing.

She was so engrossed in dancing and masturbating that she didn't notice Tanos stand up and approach her. Next thing she knew, Tanos had reached a hand behind her neck, grabbed hold of her hair and pulled her in as he kissed her... hard.

Tanos had already fucked her pussy, made her swallow his cum and even plunged a finger in her ass but none of those made her feel as violated as she did now as he forced his tongue deep in her mouth.

Sex was one thing. Natasha could pretend it was merely physical, something that she could give Tanos just to shut him up. But kissing was special for Natasha, something tender, something she did only out of love. For Tanos to use something like this against her felt completely wrong. She would rather he fingered her ass again than force a kiss on her. She tried to push him away, tried slapping and punching at him but he kept a tight grip on her hair and continued to press his kiss on her lips and forced his tongue in her mouth.

Finally, he let go and spun her around. He walked her towards her full length mirror.

"Ok slut, masturbate hard for me... and watch yourself as you do it."

Natasha looked at herself in the mirror. Her hair all askew, her sexually hungry eyes looking back at her. She looked like a cheap stripper. She would have been completely turned off by her reflection had she not been already at a heightened state of arousal. As it was, she merely continued to masturbate, reaching her hand underneath her pantyhose and thong so she could play with her clit directly.

Tanos grabbed her hand and pulled it back. "No. Don't touch your skin. You can only masturbate on top of your pantyhose."

Huh. Seems Tanos had a new game in mind. Fine, Natasha can play. She placed her fingers back on her clit, atop the pantyhose, and continued to rub. It felt a bit weird, masturbating on top of her pantyhose and thong. On one hand she didn't have the direct skin to skin contact with her clit and thus the sensation was a bit dulled, but on the other hand the smooth texture of the pantyhose was giving her a different kind of pleasure. Natasha pushed her thong out of the way so she could give her pantyhose direct contact with her clit.

Her bladder was a constant pain now. Sharp... yet somehow combining with the pleasure in her clit to bring her to new heights of arousal. She could feel her pussy sopping wet, dripping on her pantyhose.

She could see Tanos' hulking figure behind her as he reached an arm around, grabbed a nipple and pinched. She gasped... both in pain and pleasure. Tanos pushed his other hand underneath her pantyhose from behind, all the way down till he reached the ring of her anal beads and slowly pulled it out.

Natasha groaned as each bead popped out of her ass, a feeling of emptiness forming where the beads had filled her up for hours. Once Tanos pulled all the beads out he brought it round in front of her face.

"Put it in your mouth."

Natasha was aroused and horny by now, her pussy sopping wet, but the idea of putting something that came from her ass in her mouth was something too nasty that she was not prepared to do. She clenched her mouth shut.

After a second passed where she failed to follow Tanos' orders, he responded by twisting savagely on her nipple. A cry of pain escaped Natasha's lips, and as soon as her mouth opened Tanos jammed the anal beads in her mouth then clamped a hand over it.

Natasha expected the beads to taste nasty, but right now all she tasted was the lube. She realized it had only been about half an hour ago since she last reapplied lube to her ass and the beads.

Tanos had not released Natasha's nipple. "Are you going to disobey me again?" he asked as he continued to twist on it. Natasha shook her head. With the pain on her nipple combined with her full bladder, she didn't want to give Tanos any more excuses to get creative with punishments.

Tanos removed his hand from her mouth. The anal beads were long enough to tickle the back of her throat, making her want to gag, but not long enough to actually make her gag and retch.
Tanos plunged his hand underneath her pantyhose from behind again, reaching from behind her ass to push his fingers in her pussy.

"Nnngggghhhhh..." Natasha groaned in pleasure as Tanos fingered her sopping cunt. Whatever hate she might have felt for Tanos didn't diminish the fact that his fingers inside her pussy felt heavenly.

"I bet you believed you were in control, dancing for me like that back there." Tanos whispered in her ear. "I let you have your moment, because I'm nice. But make no mistake, only one of us is truly in control here."

To emphasize his point, Tanos removed his now dripping fingers from Natasha's pussy and pushed them into her ass all the way in with one thrust.

"Aaaaaahhhhhhhhhhh!!" Natasha spit out the anal beads as she was unable to contain her scream.

I take back what I said. You can kiss me as much as you want but please leave my ass alone!

"Careful," Tanos warned. "Your cabin is sound resistant but it's nowhere near as sound proof as your office. If you don't pipe down, your neighbors might start wondering whom you're having such wild sex with while your husband is away. Oh and in case you're wondering, that's two fingers up your ass."

The last time Tanos had stuck a finger in Natasha's ass it had only been one finger and he had simply left it deep in there while he had fucked her pussy. This time, not only did he use two fingers, he also started pumping them in and out of her ass, truly finger fucking her anally. Natasha put a hand on her mouth to muffle the screams that erupted from her while her other hand continued to rub furiously at her clit.

"MMmmmffff! Ahmmmmmfff! Nnnnngggghhhh!!"

Tanos started fingering her ass harder. His thrusts so aggressive that she'd be lifted to her tiptoes with his every deep push. His hand was still caught within her pantyhose and this made her pelvis move back and forth with his hand as he assaulted her ass. Tanos was quite simply manhandling her at this point. Tanos accompanied this with his other hand by squeezing hard on her breast and latching his mouth against the back of her neck, sucking hard enough leave a hickie. To top it all off, his hard thrusts and her clit playing was bouncing her bladder all over, and her mind was in danger of shorting out from all the stimuli it was receiving. It was painful and yet oh so erotic as well, being made to feel pleasure despite being put through one hell of a hard time.

Natasha was thankful for the extended period of time she had worn the anal beads tonight, as it seemed to have helped expand her asshole. There was no way her ass could survive an anal fingering like this without that training... no matter how minimal. Plus she had just recently lubed her ass and Tanos had been nice enough to get his fingers wet beforehand. She was also glad that there was no cock in her pussy at the moment, as that would make things way too tight down there.

As Natasha adjusted to Tanos' aggressive rhythm she was able to tone down her cries and moans enough to risk removing her hand from her mouth. She moved her hand towards her pussy below the other hand already rubbing her clit. Remembering Tanos' rule about not putting a hand directly in skin contact with her pussy, she tried instead to finger her pussy through the pantyhose.

She started with one finger, trying to see how deep the pantyhose would allow her to go. She was able to push in half, maybe 2/3 of her finger before the elasticity of the pantyhose was maximized. It wasn't enough, she quickly shifted to using 2 fingers then eventually 3. Though the pantyhose didn't allow her to plunge her fingers all the way in, it was still deep enough to cause her pleasure. Plus the smooth texture of the pantyhose rubbing against the inside of her pussy was a new sensation for her and she found it extremely sexy.

She looked at herself in the mirror and was surprised to find white fluid foaming on her crotch where her fingers were pumping her cunt. Man, am I wet or what? - she thought to herself.

Seeing herself being that wet, with Tanos aggressively slamming his fingers in her from behind, was slowly pushing her over the edge. She started rubbing her clit and poking her pussy more furiously.

Tanos must have noticed her change of pace. "You are not allowed to cum without my permission!" he hissed in her ear.

Natasha didn't listen, she continued masturbating furiously.

Tanos stopped playing with her breast and slapped it, hard. That got her attention.

"Do you hear me slut? You are not allowed to cum without my permission."

"Tanos... please... I'm almost there..." Natasha gasped between breaths.

Tanos slapped her breast again, harder this time. "No!! Do not disobey me or you'll regret it!"

Natasha grit her teeth and concentrated on not orgasming. She was so close...

"Now masturbate as furiously as you can but don't come yet." Tanos ordered her.

It was a near impossible order but Natasha did her best. She rubbed her clit with abandon and pumped her fingers in her pussy so hard that she heard the pantyhose start to tear. Tanos started slamming his fingers in her ass so hard she was getting nearly lifted off her feet with every thrust.

Natasha was whimpering by now... whimpering from the amount of mental effort it was taking to stop from coming. Tears were starting to form around her eyes from the sheer frustration of being denied an orgasm.

Just when she thought she could hold it in no longer...

"Come for me slut!" Tanos shouted in her ear.

Triggered by his command, Natasha's body finally clenched in climax. Yet just as she did so, Tanos' left hand left her breast, quickly moved down and suddenly pressed hard on her bladder. With his right hand thrusting fingers deep in her ass one last time and his left hand pressing down on her bladder, it was just too much for Natasha.

Natasha pinched hard on her clit as she exploded into orgasm... but it wasn't enough. Her bladder had been brutalized too much and now with her orgasm erupting she was no longer able to exercise control over her body. Piss exploded from Natasha's pee-hole, through her fingers, soaking her thong and running down her pantyhose. Her mind blacked out for a few seconds as her body spasmed over and over from her orgasm, piss continuously filtering through her pantyhose, spreading all over the place in a messy stream and running down her legs to her shoes, making a mess on her carpet

After what seemed like an eternity, her orgasm finally subsided. Tanos took his fingers out her ass and walked over to stand in front of her. Without Tanos' presence behind her to hold her up, she collapsed to her knees, her legs shaking and too weak to support her. Tanos took out his cock and furiously jacked off. It didn't take long before he exploded in her face, he must have been extremely aroused to have cum that quickly. Natasha was actually surprised that he had exercised enough control to not have fucked her after all that. Tanos wiped a big glob of his cum from her face with his fingers then shoved it in her mouth.

"Eat it." He commanded.

Natasha was too tired to resist. She obediently sucked and licked his fingers till they were clean. He repeated the process till most of the cum was gone from her face, making her eat and lick it off his fingers like a dog. Belatedly she realized that he was using his right hand, the same hand he had finger-fucked her ass with.

Tanos stood up then, took his wilting manhood in hand and, almost as an afterthought, started peeing on Natasha. She was so surprised by the hot stream hitting her face that she fell back on her ass, sitting on the floor and gagging as his piss continued to hit her face. Just as Natasha raised her hands to protect her face, Tanos changed his aim to mark her breasts, drenched her blouse, then his stream on her crotch when she tried to cover her body. Natasha closed her legs to cover herself from his piss when Tanos said, "Do not move, slut. Open your legs, put your hands behind your back and take it."

Natasha was so beaten down at this point that she complied without a fuss. She opened her legs and Tanos directed all his piss towards her crotch, marking her like his property.

When Tanos finished he put his cock back in his pants then walked towards the bathroom door, took out a bunch of tools, then jiggled with the lock till it opened.

"Go and take a shower, slut. You're filthy."

Natasha raised a bleary eye towards him. "But, but... the carpet...". Natasha waved a hand between her legs at the wet spot where all the piss marked the carpet.

"Maybe next time you should learn to better control yourself. I'm not much into pee-play myself but you started it and seemed to get a kick out of it so I thought I'd help you out." Tanos replied coldly. But then his voice softened. "Go clean yourself up, I'll take care of the carpet. I have a friend with the night cleaners, I can borrow a shampoo vacuum. No matter what you may think of me, I'm not completely heartless. You did good tonight, that was the best striptease I've seen in a long time... and I've seen plenty. I told you before, just obey my orders and things will work out fine. Now go, I'll deal with your piss."

Natasha didn't know whether she believed Tanos or not. He seemed so sincere... yet she'd also seen what kind of a perverted monster he could be. At this point she was too tired to care. She picked herself up, went to the bathroom, closed the door, removed her few stinking clothes and showered.

Halfway through her shower she heard a vacuum start up in her room. She continued showering, stayed there until the vacuum shut off and she eventually heard her bedroom door open and shut close. She stayed in the shower a few more minutes after that, hoping that Tanos had truly left and wasn't waiting for her again in her room. Whatever amount of power and control she had thought she had while dancing for Tanos, he had easily torn it away when he forced her to orgasm on command and piss herself. He then cemented his dominance by pissing on her... and she just sat there and took it. Natasha hugged herself and shivered in the shower... despite the heat being turned up.

When she finally got out of the bathroom completely naked save for a bath towel wrapped around her, she was glad to find her room empty. Yet something felt off about her room. It took her a few moments before she realized that there was a cable lock cinching the doors on her closet. She inspected it further and confirmed that she was unable to open the closet doors with the cable lock on the handles.

She looked around and the noticed the same thing was done on her drawers. Her drawers were designed so that only one drawer could be pulled out at a time. Right now there was a cable lock running through all the drawer handles, making sure that you'd need to pull them out all at the same time... which meant she couldn't open them at all.

What the hell is Tanos playing at? I know the guy's a pervert and probably a sadist, but this doesn't make any sense. What kind of game did he come up with this time?

As Natasha walked further into the room she saw a set of clothes laid beside her bed and a leaf of paper beside it. She picked up the paper and read Tanos' note:

Dear Natasha,

Let me just say how lucky I am to have you. You're beautiful, smart, strong, ridiculously hot... pretty much everything I ever dreamed of. I have to say though that I'm a bit disappointed with your clothing choices. When you told me you only had one pair of thongs, I didn't want to believe you. So I went through your drawers to see if you were just joking... only to find out you were telling the truth. I must apologize, I will never doubt your word again.

Still, if our relationship is to continue I must insist on a wardrobe make-over. I've taken the liberty of throwing out all of your underwear. Bras, panties, even your pantyhose. All thrown out and good riddance. I also threw out some of your, let's say less tasty clothing, including all your work shoes other than the pair I left at the foot of your bed.

Tomorrow we'll be docking in Florence. I'll be going to do some shopping for you. I'll replace everything I threw out: panties, bras, pantyhose, skirts, blouses... all of it. I'll purchase them and pay for all of it. As I told you numerous times before, I want to make our relationship work, and if that means spending for my lady then I'll gladly do it.

I will ask a favor of you though. As good as I am in judging a woman's clothing size, I'm not that great with judging shoe sizes. As I said, I already threw out your work shoes (as well as some of your other shoes I didn't like) so you'll need to buy new pairs. Doesn't matter what you buy, my only condition is that they all need to have a minimum of 4-inch heels. If any have heels less than 4 inches I'll find out and just throw them out again. Stilettoes are preferable. If you throw in a 5-inch heel in there it will go a long way to making sure I'm more... considerate... during our future dates.

Oh and one last thing. At the back of this paper is a list of items. There is an adult shop in Florence called the X-Factor. I want you to go there and buy all the items found at the back of this sheet. They won't be cheap, but with the salary of a 3-stripe officer it shouldn't be any trouble for you. Besides, I'm already buying you an entire wardrobe of clothes. You could at least return the favor and buy me your toys.

You'll find the address at the back as well. I'll drop by tomorrow evening to check on your grocery items. Oh, I almost forgot. Make sure you wear your anal beads when you go out tomorrow. I'll know if you don't.

That's all for now. Take care and looking forward to seeing you again.

Yours truly,

T

Natasha put the letter down and looked at the clothes on the bed. There was a white, sleeveless turtle-neck blouse and a short, tan skater skirt. On the foot of the bed were her white open toed, 3-inch stilettoes that she normally reserved for formal evenings. That was it. She looked around the bed and confirmed her suspicions: there was no underwear included in the ensemble. No bra, no panties.

She went around the room trying her closets and drawers. All locked. A cold dread started growing at the pit of her stomach as she slowly realized the full implication of Tanos' new set of orders. He was asking her to go shoe and sex-toy shopping in a city, wearing nothing but a white, tight-fitted top with no bra, her shortest skirt with no panties, and anal beads stuck in her ass on top of that.

Natasha walked back to her bed and sat down. Then, as she had found herself doing all too commonly as of late, she began to cry.