Chapter 11

By the time Karen awoke it was mid-morning. So exhausted and defeated, both physically and mentally had she been last night, that two crew members had to practically carry her back to her cabin where she fell into a deep and troubled sleep.

She looked at the puffiness and dark circles under her eyes. Tatia made sure that none of the abuse she had heaped on the American was visible, but Karen, despite a long bath and more makeup than usual still looked as if she had been through the ringer.

She knew Pierre and Brigitte would be tanning on deck by now so she dried off, applied some lotion and wearing nothing, as was the custom aboard Brigitte’s Delight she made her way into the hall which would lead forward and to the top deck.

No sooner had she stepped into the hall than Tatia and the two crewmen who had carried her to her cabin last night appeared. Hoping to avoid them, Karen turned and started back toward her cabin.

“Hey, Slut!,” shouted Tatia which brought Karen to an abrupt halt. Just the sound of the woman’s voice was enough to bring both a chill of fear and heart flutter of anticipation to the young housewife.

Tatia and the other two crewmen walked up to the trembling woman.

“You know you haven’t thanked Eric and Swen for helping you back to your cabin last night,” said the amazon.

“Karen could not meet their eyes but managed in a weak voice,” ... Thank you.”

“Oh you can do better than that. You need to thank these guys properly.” Tatia motioned for the black sailor, Eric, to come forward. “Back against the wall!.” She commanded of the naked woman. Karen obeyed. “Spread ‘em bitch! And you’d better make it good for him!”

Eric’s erection was already full as he found the American quite attractive and had been guilty of a little fantasizing about her since she had come aboard. Karen, with her back against the wall raised her hands above her head and held them there as if they were held by chains as Eric stepped forward, kissed her deeply, and, without further ceremony impaled the compliant woman.

“Better make it good for him,” threatened Tatia.

Although unaccustomed to standing sex, Karen began humping, her whines beginning almost immediately as, despite herself, she became aroused.

“You don’t cum until I tell you, understand?” Said the amazon.

Karen nodded affirmatively and redoubled her efforts with Eric.

It wasn’t long until a couple of grunts and his body thrusting violently into her that everyone knew Eric had climaxed inside the attractive woman.

“Satisfied?” Tatia asked of the crewman.

A smiling nod and he withdrew with Karen’s body still aching for release.

“All right, bitch, you can cum now,” snarled Tatia.

Karen’s climax was immediate and strong, her body continuing to thrust for several seconds after Eric was out of her.

“How about it, Swen?”

“The other crewman stepped forward.

“You know, she likes it in her rear. You up for that?”

The muscular blond grinned in answer.

“Down on all fours, cunt!” Growled Tatia.

Karen obeyed. Tatia had taught her well, including how to orgasm with anal stimulation only. Her head went to the floor raising her buttocks and giving Swen full access to her anal treasure.

“Again, you sniveling little cunt, you wait until I tell you before you cum.!”

Again Karen nodded just as the huge crewman entered her dry and in one massive thrust. Karen started to scream, but a hand across her mouth silenced her for the most part. Swen was larger than Eric and offered no kind of sympathy. Tears poured form the her eyes and her stifled screams became even louder with each massive thrust from the Norwegian.

Finally she felt a flood of semen fill her anal canal, the seaman grunted in satisfaction and withdrew in one massive, painful exit which left Karen exhausted, but strangely excited and on the verge of climax. Tatia’s training had been thorough.

“Want to cum, bitch?” Asked Tatia.

“Yes, PLEASE,” whined the young American.

“NO, you will not cum!” ordered her tormentor and just as quickly as the arousal had put her on the brink, it disappeared and she felt only the pain and humiliation.

“Now get up and go make yourself presentable to the Monets. I’m sure they are waiting for you.”

Karen dragged herself to her feet and with head down in servitude and humiliation she made her way back to her cabin.

Looking at herself in the mirror, she mumbled to herself, “I can’t take any more ... I just can’t,” and began freshening herself.

Minutes later she was topside where she was greeted by the Monets.

“Karen, are you all right? Despite obviously sleeping late this morning you don’t look well,” observed Brigitte.

With Tatia and the other crewmen at work in other ares of the boat, the three were alone.

“I ... I ... I’ve thought about your offer ... to come with you. After all that has happened I don’t think I can go back to my husband and I ... I want to get away from Tatia.”

“So you did go see her last night. No wonder you look so ... so crushed.”

“Oh, Brigitte she did awful things to me ... unmentionable things.”

“I am aware of Tatia’s capabilities. I told you I had seen what she could do and, if you recall, I warned you not to go.”

“Yes, but she has such a ... a magnetism. I just couldn’t stay away.”

“And now she has ... trained you.”

“Yes, she forces me to do things I don’t want to do at all.”

“And makes you enjoy them, makes you orgasm?”

Karen’s head dropped. She could not meet the eyes of her lovely host.

“ ... Yes,” she said her voice barely audible.

“Then I’m afraid there is nothing we can do,” joined in Pierre.

“Yes, you see, Darling,” said Brigitte, “once Tatia has trained a woman she is of no further interest to us. We look for vibrant, self confident women, not those who cower and subjugate themselves to others. I’m afraid we must rescind our offer to take you with us.”

“But ... but...” Cried Karen, “I can’t go back to my husband, He would never understand how I’ve changed ... the needs that I have now. He’ll simply regard me as ... as a whore.”

“Perhaps not, but, if you wish we can arrange for you to stay aboard and serve as a member of the crew. When we entertain we often need additional crew.”

“NO!” Cried Karen, “I can’t stay here with Tatia!”

“Mmmmmmm,” mused Pierre, “we see your point. We do sympathize with your predicament but I’m afraid taking you with us is out of the question now.”

“But ... but ... I can be the kind of woman you want. I can be self confident. I can be the woman I was when I came aboard. I know I can!”

Pierre motioned for Eric. “Go tell Tatia we wish her to join us,” he said.

As the amazon approached, he addressed the small group.

“Karen thinks she can resist Tatia’s training if given a chance. Then a chance it shall be. Tatia, I want you to give Karen commands that she is going to try to resist. If she can resist them, she shall accompany us on our trip back to Europe and we shall make room for her at one of our villas. If, however, she succumbs to your training and obeys you then she will return to America and her life as a corporate wife.”

“But,” interrupted Karen, I’ve told you my husband will never understand...”

“That, Dear Karen is not our concern, but yours. Now Tatia, give her a test.”

Karen stood naked, already shivering in expectation of what Tatia would try to make her do.

“Come here, bitch!” snarled Tatia.

Karen closed her eyes for a moment trying to concentrate on refusing the command, but in the end she could not and slowly she moved next to the woman of her torment.

“We’ll need more than that,” Brigitte said.

“Masturbate, you little bitch, but don’t you dare cum until I tell you!”

Karen mustered all her psychic strength to resist and for a moment or two she stood perfectly still though trembling with the effort.

“Do it bitch! Do it now!” Commanded Tatia in Karen’s ear.

Her eyes showed fear as despite her mightiest efforts one hand slowly began making its way to her nest while the other found her breast, paused but for a moment, then began kneading breast and nipple as a finger of her other hand entered her and began massaging the one spot of the body no woman can resist.

Tatia stood back to admire her work. “The slut will do anything I want.”

“How far can you make her go?” Asked Pierre.

Tatia smiled as Karen, despite trying with every resource within her to resist, was now very aroused, breathing rapidly, her nest thrusting to take the finger and increase its stimulation.