More sex?

"How may I serve, sir?" you asked, your voice soft and deferential, another worrying sign. You wanted to Brol. Needed it.

"Get on your knees and suck my cock, slut," he demanded, a cruel grin on his face.

Your eyes widened. He wasn't joking. He actually expected you to obey his filthy orders. So far you had only brolled men. This…

You tried to look away.

"Don't turn your head. Look me in the eyes, girl." He said angrily.

You found that you could not ignore his command. You were compelled to meet his gaze, his eyes boring into yours, his will becoming yours.

"Please sir," you whispered, struggling against the growing subservience within you.

"Please what?" He asked with a cocking of his head.

"Please don't make me do that." You begged.

He smirked. "You don't get to choose, bitch. Slaves take what they are given." He tells you firmly.

"I'm not a ****," you said. It sounded like a lie.

"But you will be," the sailor said, "and your new station has already begun to show. You're going to beg to suck my cock and you're going to do a good job of it."

"No sir," you said with less conviction.