Ship of Remorse

Chapter Four

Chapter Four

After Dr. Helga left, Inga, the annoying young nurse, turned to me and smiled evilly. I imagined if spiders could smile, flies would be so greeted upon becoming entrapped in the web.

“We have a special room for cleansing,” she announced with combined pride and joy in her thick Scandinavian accent. “Eventually you will learn to like it there.”

By inference, I had to assume that initially I would not. The ominous manner in which Dr. Helga ordered my bath and enema gave me a hint. But I was more concerned with the movement of the ship than my near term perils with Miss Sponge Bath. And then there was the reference to dinner...

I finally asked about the engine noise and movement, ignoring the mandated silence.

“Tsk. Tsk. You didn’t read your papers? We’re headed down the east coast, then for South America. A long, slow voyage while you and the others bring the babies to term. All will be taken care of. We’re very good with this sort of thing. But you will remain quiet. Those are the rules.”

With her reminder, she had released my feet and was standing by the door waiting. I arose from the examination table. It was obvious that wherever I was going, I was going without clothing.

In retrospect, I believe as I stepped out into the hallway I was in a state of shock. I was being kidnapped!

My mind raced as we proceeded down the hall. Naked, I needed a reminder to keep my hands atop my head. There were too many thoughts converging. My clothes were gone. And even if I had the temerity to bound away without covering, where would I go? Assuming I could make it to the deck or an open hatch, would I really jump? Swim naked in New York harbor in the middle of October? Pregnant!

Nurse Inga seemed to read my thoughts.

“I should mention that one of our agents, Carl, has visited your hotel room. You’ve been checked out. Your bill has been paid and all your things are in storage. Dr. Helga thinks of everything. When we’re through with you, all will be returned... without charge for storage.”

Apparently I was supposed to feel grateful. I didn’t. Scared. Embarrassed. Bewildered. But not grateful.

The hallway was understandably narrow, space aboard a ship being a premium. Thus, I walked behind Nurse Inga. Over her shoulder, approaching from the opposite direction was a man! Dressed in a grimy red shirt and worn jeans, he was otherwise virile and most handsome. I paused. There must be some place to duck and hide, I asked myself. I did not want to be seen completely naked and being led about like a pet.

Nurse Inga turned back and looked at me as I hesitated.

“You’ll have to get used to sharing space with the crew, Alexi. The professional staff is female. But we do need experienced sailors to manage the ship. It’s rather large and many duties require much more muscle than a woman cares to use.”

As she spoke, Nurse Inga stopped and stepped against the wall to allow the sailor to pass. I did likewise, but when I moved my hands to cover myself received a warning glare from my caretaker. I slowly moved my hands back, completely exposing my breasts as the handsome, rugged looking man turned his broad shoulders to the side to provide room as he walked by.

“Another new one, Inga?”

There was a degree of knowing mirth in the tone of his voice, and when he was directly abeam, he paused, reached down with both hands and palmed my breasts.

“Dr. Helga always finds the best. She is amazing.”

I expected Nurse Inga to protest. To protect me and my nudity. To admonish the gruff sailor for his impertinence. Instead she said nothing and seemed amused by my reaction as the sailor laughingly moved onwards.

“You’ll learn here that the crew members are sacrosanct. You will obey them just as you’ll obey the professional staff. In time I think you’ll soon find their touch to be pleasurable. But you’ll discover that for yourself.”

We resumed walking. At one point on the wall we came across a glass case. Inside, instead of fire equipment or medical supplies was a cane and a short riding crop. There could be no doubt as to what emergencies the implements were meant to address.

Another few steps and we found ourselves adjacent another watertight door. Just as Nurse Inga reached for the large metal handle it opened from the inside. There stood the large dour nurse who had taken my clothing.

“Just finishing, Inga. Got an eight-monther who needed a nice high colonic. She’ll be better behaved now.”

The large woman laughed. It was a diabolical laugh. Expressing a degree of enjoyment, which frightened me.

“Come dear. Back to the stall.”

The nurse stepped aside and this astonishingly rotund pregnant girl came through the doorway. With her plump belly she gingerly stepped over the high threshold. She was naked like me only resting on top of her shoulders was a large block of plastic which not only encased her neck but also served to immobilize her hands well out to the sides and somewhat behind her shoulders. This position forced her arms back and thrust forward the most amazing set of mammary glands I had ever seen. n*****s the size of silver dollars, it was evident from the erythematic appearance that someone or something had been abrading the soft sensitive flesh. The front of her head was shaved. Some hair in the rear of the head remained unseen but apparently draped down her back.

The girl appeared slightly older than me and did not acknowledge my presence. Instead she obediently kept her face turned to the dour nurse seeming to seek direction and looking at her uniformed guardian with newly found admiration. Whether it was feigned, I could not know.

The large nurse followed her into the hall and turned away in the opposite direction. The girl followed, waddling under the weight of her expansive belly. I noted a number of odd things that I would soon come to better understand.

On the girl’s right naked buttock was a large number ‘11'. It appeared to be a tattoo, later I learned it was indelible ink.

The section of hair, which escaped the razor, was drawn back into a hollow wooden cylinder where it was securely entwined.

But what was most distressing was the plastic bag filled with fluid, which hung from the back of her plastic yoke. A tube ran from the bottom, down her spine and disappeared into her anus.

I watched in awe as the duo departed.

“From the fifth month onward, Dr. Helga likes to ensure all the girls obtain proper nutrition. Intra rectally, Alice is receiving a wonderfully formulated combination of protein, calcium, vitamins and hormones. Her resulting prolactin level is incredible. One of our best producers, although occasionally a little cantankerous.”

I dared not speak and ask for clarification. There were too many questions and based on what Nurse Inga told me. I would have much time to learn the answers.

We stepped through the open door into a large washroom.

It appeared to be the ship’s laundry room at one point and I supposed years before, when the vessel was used for luxury cruises, the daily requirements for the washing of towels and linens was vast. Now, for what other purpose it was used I would soon find out.

I was given a hint at my late afternoon ordeal when Nurse Inga led me to long and low trough and directed me to straddle it. As I did so, I looked up to see a plastic dome on the ceiling identical to that in the examination room.

The young nurse then disappeared into an adjoining room for a moment. When she returned the lower portion of her white cloth uniform had been discarded. In its place was a simple apron of white latex, which in the rear failed to completely cover her buttocks. Overtime, I came to learn this rather revealing garment was the standard uniform worn by the nurses when ‘working a girl’.

“I’ll need a urine sample and I’m sure your bladder needs to be emptied. Squat. Keep your hands on your head. I’ll get a beaker.”

So, in the middle of the large room, Dr. Helga’s patients were expected to do their business. And under the close supervision of a nurse and under the lens of an invasive camera!

I bent at the knees and began to push with the muscles of my abdomen. This was going to be difficult, I remembered thinking. Particularly with the perky young nurse closely observing. And then she stooped next to me, parted my labia with her left hand and held a beaker under me with her right. And she thought she was assisting...