[Fiction] Sailor Fucktoy

[RainbowSky]

The aftermath
Nia’s POV

I shuffle slowly along the corridors of the ship. Two sailors are marching their way towards me. They have a purpose. Without a word they grab my arms and begin to lead me down the corridor. “What is going on? Where are you taking me?” I yell. They ignore me. I try to drag my feet in but they continue to yank me and keep me moving forward. One of them pushes a door open and they continue to carry me in. It is medium sized but empty except for a metal bed frame, no mattress. There are restraints attached to the bed. They suddenly let go of me and the door slams shut behind them. I sigh softly at the restraints.

After a while, the Admiral enters the room and the door is locked behind him. The two of us are alone. He is older, maybe in his late 50s, but he is big, hardy and tough looking. He looks at me with a face that is used to obedience.

"At attention Sailor," he barks. My legs are shaking as I pull myself up to full height and put my hand by the side of my head, saluting him. "It has come to my attention, that you are not yet eagerly fulfilling your duty as a Fucktoy of this Navy." He looks sternly at me. "Your Captain might have been kind to you up until now, but I am not a kind man. Explain your rebellious behaviour.”

I am trembling at his words. My mind rushes through all the 'kind' things the Captain has done to me. I am terrified at these words. I bite my lip softly and swallow hard. "I've followed orders Sir." I manage to get out quickly. "I just don't like being treated like nothing. An object Sir," I add.

Without a warning, a his hand reaches out and slaps my face. "It doesn’t matter what you like. You are a Fucktoy in this navy, on this ship. That is the only thing that matters in your life now.” The sting from the slap hurts. I blink back tears and nod once at his words. "I will take your training into my hands now. Break you properly and give you back to your Captain. Over the next days, I will show you hell. So you can remember it as something you never want to come back to. Behave and obey, know that it can always get worse. Understood Fucktoy?"

I nod quickly, eager to keep on his good side. Another slap. "Speak when you are asked a question," he commands.

I wince. "Yes Sir. I understand."

"Strip naked," he commands.

"Yes Sir," I say and quickly begin removing my uniform. Once my clothing is removed, I shiver slightly at my state of undress and the cold room.

"Your uniform or any clothes are a privilege." He tries to hide it, but I can see his eyes wandering over my body, taking in every inch.

I feel self-conscious as his eyes wander over me. I want to cover up but I keep my arms by my side. "Yes Sir."

He points at the bed. "Lie on the bed, on your back. Put your arms above your head and spread your legs to the corners. There are metal cuffs in each corner. As a sign of your acceptance of this punishment, you will close the cuffs around your wrists and ankles yourself, and then beg me to torture you for your mistakes." He looks at me expectantly.

"yes Sir," I say acknowledging his words before hurrying to the metal bed. I sit down in the middle, my bottom feeling cold against the metal bed. I take a deep breath and attach the ankle cuffs around my ankles before laying back, the cold seeping into my body and then cuff my wrists. "Please Admiral, torture me for all of my mistakes. I am a failure and need torturing," I manage to say after a slight hesitation.

The Admiral smiles and takes a few moments to examine the cuffs. He nods in agreement, leans over me and spits into my face. I close my eyes and mouth tightly as it lands on me. I feel disgusted. He leaves the room and I am left shivering for a while. After about 20 minutes, he returns into the room, pushing a large rolling table with multiple drawers.

"We will begin with something even someone as stupid as you will be able to understand. Pain,” he adds.

I eye the drawers cautiously out of the corner of my eye. I wonder what is inside. "Yes Sir," I respond, unsure if he wants the acknowledgment or not. I watch as he opens the drawers. From one of the drawers, he makes a large, wooden paddle appear. Hard, black wood. I stare at the paddle with fear. It looks heavy and painful. He begins hitting all other, my skin is tender and I whimper slightly as he paddles all over. He doesn’t seem to care exactly where he hits, although he prefers my tits and pussy. Every time he paddles my pussy I let out a yelp. He is relentless, without mercy. He never stops.
"Tell me how much you deserve this Fucktoy," he says in the middle of his barrage.

"I deserve it for failing my senior officers Sir. For being useless. I deserve this so much Sir," I yelp.

He seems satisfied after a while. "You can have a small break," he says, taking a vibrator out of a drawer. He fixes it onto my clit and turns it on, just enough to tease me but leave me without release.

I am thankful for the break, until he brings out the vibrator. I groan as it makes contact, trying to writhe against the cuffs to remove it. I moan and groan and wriggle. I can feel sweat creeping up on my skin as I fight to get more contact for release.

After half an hour of this, he returns, turning off the vibrator. I let out a sigh of relief as the vibrator is removed. I close my eyes enjoying the relief. Whilst I have my eyes closed, he produces a small, thin and long whip from his drawers. Expertly, he begins to cover my body with whip marks. I barely have time to bring my focus back to reality when I feel an incredibly painful sting across my chest. I jolt and let out a sharp breath. I want to yell but the pain is so much I can't even form noises. Tears are rolling down my cheeks as the whip makes contact, stinging all over and leaving bright red welts on my skin. It stings like hell and leaves thin, bright red marks on your body.
After the first minutes of this, he looks annoyed. "I was hoping to get a few yells. But whatever, I still want you gagged." He stops just long enough to produce a massive ballgag, which he then stuffs into your mouth, tightening it more than you thought was possible.

I gag as the ballgag is placed in my mouth tightly. I can't make any sound now and my mouth aches from the size and tightness. After a few minutes of whipping, I can feel my mind shutting down as he whips me. The pain is unbearable and it is trying to protect me. My eyes flicker closed a few times and then I feel the vibe against my clit again. My eyes widen in shock. I groan but the noise is stopped by the gag. My body arches on the bed, fighting the restraints again. I wriggle and writhe and as I turn my head, I see he has left again.

After turning the vibrator off again, he leans down to you, holding your head. "Poor little Fucktoy. Do you think you have had enough now?" My breath is ragged, my body is screaming in pain. My eyes feel heavy and sleepy. I can feel his hand at the back of my head. I do my best to nod yes but everything feels so heavy and hard to do. "Let me take the gag out so you can speak clearly" He says, getting the gag out of my mouth. "Do you think you had enough?"

"Yes... Sir," I manage to say, my breath ragged from the torture.

Two hard slaps hit my face. "I know you are stupid so I don't blame you for this, but for your own sake I hope you do understand how this works soon. I will ask you again. Do you think you had enough?"

I swallow hard. I know what he wants me to say. "No Sir. Please continue to torture me for my mistakes Sir," I say, my voice shaking with fear.

He pats my head. I shudder at his petting like I’m an animal. "Very good. And I will let you keep your mouth open. I want to hear your pain." He gets up and turns to his table. He gets out a small box and I can see contains multiple mean looking, metal clamps.

My eyes widen at the sight of the clamps. I had experienced the Captains before and that had been bad. I shake my head in terror but he ignores me and starts clamping them on my tits. Every clamp is a nasty painful bite that illicit yelps, and screams and sobs from me. One particular nasty twist has my back arching off the frame and screaming loudly until he stops.

He seems to be delighted by my pain. After he is done with, he just leaves. "I will let you think about this lesson, your rebellious behaviour and your future for a while."

I sigh in relief when I see him leaving again. I let my body relax and swim in the remnants of the pain. I close my eyes hoping to give my mind some shutdown to help heal it and my body. I know that I won't ever step out of line again. But before I can drift off, my eyes open when the door opens almost immediately and the sailors uncuff me, push me off the bed and then remove everything from the room. I sigh and curl up in a ball on the cold floor hoping to get a few hours sleep to heal.

I rest my eyes. I don't know how long I lie there for but the sailors eventually return, dragging me to my feet. I place foot after foot following their guidance, conscious of how exposed my body is to everyone. As we walk, there are a lot of knowing looks from the other sailors, until I am thrown into a large living room. The Captain’s room but this time, it seems to be occupied by the Admiral who is sitting behind the office desk. The sailors leave the two of us alone again. The Admiral looks at me, enjoying himself. "Did you have some time to think about your mistakes?” he asks.

I shudder under his gaze. "Yes Sir,"

"How are you going to behave in the future?" he asks.

"However the Captain wishes Sir," I say quietly. "Perfectly."

"Good answer. But we will see if you really mean it." He points at the floor. "Kneel and torment yourself. Pinch and twist your nipples, slap your pussy. I want you to give yourself pain. Stop when you think I am satisfied."

"Yes Sir," I say quietly sinking to my knees.

After a while, it seems like he gets impatient. "Enough. You are quite good at taking pain,” he remarks. I let out a startled squeak and let go of my nipples which are aching and sore. "

Yes Sir," I respond

"I will give you a chance now to prove your devotion to your role as Fucktoy. If you do well, you can spare yourself another day on the metal bed. Would you like that?"

"yes Sir," I say, images of the metal bed flicking through my mind.

He throws three pairs of shoes onto the ground in front of me. I flinch as the shoes are thrown at me, narrowly missing me. "These are my outdoor boots. lick them clean." They are obviously full of mud and dirt.

I stare at the disgusting state of the shoes. I half want to ask what he has been doing in them. I swallow hard. "Yes Sir," I say, my throat feeling tight. I tentatively stick out a tongue and place it onto a relatively clean patch. I gag and my shoulders shake slightly. I close my eyes so I can't see what I'm licking and begin running my tongue over it, trying to suppress my revulsion.
"Get your mouth into it Fucktoy. If you hesitate one more time i will have you lick the shoes of the entire crew," he adds.

That threat is enough to make me hurry up. I go fast but am thorough in licking the dirt off. I finish with an awful taste in my mouth and the desire to throw up. I swallow hard, not willing to throw up on the clean shoes.

I hear the clatter as the Admiral pours small metal balls on the floor, putting a chair in front. "Are my shoes clean?" He looks at his completely clean shoes, takes a bit of dust from a cupboard and smears it on them. "You missed a spot Fucktoy. Ask to be punished for being that stupid."

I bite my tongue at his actions, taking me back to the captain doing the same at training camp. I swallow my hatred down. "I'm so sorry Sir. Please punish me for being a stupid fucktoy who can't clean."

After laughing at you, he gets out the box of clamps again. I look at the box of clamps in fear. He takes his time and slowly puts 10 clamps on each of my tits, wincing every time. After admiring his work, he points at the floor. "Do some crunches. Every two crunches, you can take off one clamp."

I want to scream in pain. After he is satisfied, I lay down on the floor and begin doing crunches. As I am doing them another flashback from camp comes back to me where the Captain made me try to do the amount of two people. I am relieved to remove a clamp every two crunches, but I let out a sharp pain of breath as blood rushes back to the skin.

When I am finally done, the admiral points at the metal balls on the floor. "You will kneel on those.” He slams a piece of paper on the chair, "And you will write what you are until the paper is full. I hope that will hammer it home that you are only a mere Fucktoy on this ship"

I look at the metal balls warily unsure how I am going to balance on them. I place one knee on each one and grab hold of the chair to support me before writing all over the page. I put the pen down and grip the chair to balance after finishing. I feel unbalanced and my knees are hurting as I balance waiting for his command.

Smiling contently, very pleased with himself the Admiral takes the paper. "Tomorrow, you will take this and get a signature from every single sailor on this ship on it." He gets close to me, grabs my hair and talks into my ear. "I think I broke you. We will see but I think I did. I will leave the ship now, I have better things to do. I will leave you with your Captain. And just so you know, I talked to him and he is not happy about the humiliation you caused him"

I wobble a little as he is talking. I hate the idea of getting signatures, I know that they will make it difficult for me. I whimper as he grabs my hair and pulls. His threat freezes my heart. I am terrified to see the Captain and his fury. I fall to the ground heavily.

"Yes Sir." The Admiral leaves the room, leaving me on the floor. I can hear him talking to someone outside. After a few moments, the door opens and a very angry, furious Captain comes in and looks at you. I close my eyes briefly, wishing the ground would swallow me whole at the anger the Captain is showing.

"Well Fucktoy. I am glad you had your fun with the Admiral. But let's talk about the little trick you pulled on me,” he growls. I close my eyes and swallow hard.