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.
