No

You felt the need to obey but this command was not clean and you both knew it. “No,” you said, your l former self coming through, fighting the compulsion to submit to absolute slavery.

The sailor smirked and grabbed a handful of straw from your pallet. He wiped himself and then did up his breaches. “Over time you’ll be reduced to a pliant pleasure ****. Once you’ve ignited you’ll find yourself submitting unquestionably to a man’s wishes. I could hardly imagine a more fitting punishment for you. I’ll see you later... Enjoy your free will whilst you can, whore.”

You bristled at the man’s leaving comments, but in your heightened state of sexual excitement it was hard to remain angry for long. You were acutely aware that you were rapidly becoming a lowly chokered thrall. It worried you that thoughts of a future in the furs was comforting. A part of you still thought that if you could escape you could avoid an abject fate, but that part was diminishing by the moment. Staring down at your perfect breasts and shapely hips you had a hard time imagining herself as anything other than a **** girl. You even found herself moistening at the thought of being s ****, a worrying sign.

In you daydreaming you hardly noticed your next suitors approach. “Hello?” the deckhand said.

You turned to regard him. You felt a little shamed, your eyes lowering reflexively. This man was nothing but a young roustabout, but now he was very much your better.