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Pleasure Cruise -- Prey
(c) Copyright 2000 by artie@netgate.net
This work may not be reposted or redistributed without the prior
express written permission of the author.
A work of fiction, meant for adults. Read something else if you are
not an adult, or are offended by stories with sexual content. Then
again, if all you're looking for is in-out, in-out, in-out, you
should probably read something else. I welcome constructive
comments. Enjoy.
(Built on Wiseguy's story Pleasure Cruise -- thanks for the inspiration!)
I was so mad when I found out, and madder at Samantha's
initial reaction.
"Samantha, this creep is using her!" I yelled.
"So?" she replied calmly, "How is that different from what
you're doing with Carl?"
That really burned me. She was helping me learn, teaching me
so much, so I could go back and melt Andy in my arms. But this?
"It's got nothing to do with it! For one, I asked Carl if he
wanted to be my toy. And, I'm not going around selling him to anyone
that walks up. We take very good care of Carl. He's sweet. I'm
even.... But that's not the point! I'm asking you for help with
this creep! He's hypnotized Carla, and he's using her! I found her
crying in our room, and her panties had blood on them! Do I have to
go to the Captain with this?"
Samantha sat up at that. "He's abusing her?"
I sat down and tried to calm myself. I was so furious. "I
know he's selling her, and using her himself. I've heard that from
other people. And I know someone hurt her. She was crying."
"So she told you?" Samantha asked me.
I shook my head. "I don't know what to call it. It was like
she was still in a trance. Once I figured that out, I could talk to
her some, and get her to respond. But he's told her not to say
anything to anybody. I got her to tell me her bottom hurt, and I saw
the blood stains, and then she started crying 'No, no, no,' again.
It was all I could do to get her to relax again and forget I'd been
there."
Samantha's jaw was firm now, and she had a cold look on her
face. "Okay. I'm sorry. Rhonda, really -- I'm sorry the way I
responded. We'll take care of it, I promise you."
"How?"
Samantha looked at me. "I need to talk to a couple of
people. We will take care of it. We will do whatever we can. I
promise you we will fix this bastard, and good. It looks as if we
have a couple of them on board. It's to be expected I guess."
"But not with my roommate and my friend!" I said, now on the
verge of tears.
She came over and sat with me, comforting me. I recognized
when she started rocking me, speaking softly to me. "No!" I said
loudly. Then softer, "Not now, please."
She held me quietly for a while, rocking me. "I understand,"
she said softly. "It's like any other tool. You love Andy and
wouldn't hurt him. You are so sweet with Carl. We'll fix this
bastard, I promise you. I need to go, now. Give me your room key."
I gave her my key and she left. I held a pillow and cried.
Was what I was doing fair to Carl? Would it be fair to Andy? But oh
God, it feels so good, and the look on Carl's face...
At dinner that night, Carl could tell something was wrong.
He'd had a great time on his scuba trip in the afternoon, but could
tell something was bugging me.
"Rhonda," he said, "come back to my cabin. Let me take the
frown off your face. I don't like it."
I almost cried. I didn't look for the creep, or for Carla,
at all. But as dinner was almost finished, Samantha walked over to
us and knelt down by my side.
"Stay on board tomorrow. We'll know later tonight, but I
think we'll fix our problem tomorrow afternoon."
"Can I be there?" I asked.
She squeezed my shoulders. "You bet, honey. Take good care
of Carl tonight -- he's worried about you."
She stood up and walked away, but as she did, she brushed
Carl's neck with a hand, almost sending him toppling over.
I helped him sit back up. He gave me a sheepish grin, and
whispered in my ear, "I love when you do that to me. Please don't
stop."
I looked at him and smiled. He looked like such a cute puppy -- so
sweet, trusting, and innocent.
Walking with him on deck afterwards, it still bothered me.
It bothered me a lot. I stopped and looked at him.
"Rhonda, I don't know what happened this afternoon. I'm
sorry I wasn't here. Let me make it better. Let me help."
I shook my head. Such feelings roiling inside me!
"Carl -- do you understand what I'm doing to you, with you?
I'm using you, and when this cruise is over, I'm going to walk away
from you!" Could I, really?
But he smiled. "I know. Use me, please! Hold me, squeeze
me, take me to that wonderful place, and use me however you want. I
love the way you use me! I'm your toy, remember? Play with me.
That's what toys are for."
He got down on his knees in front of me, holding my hands and
looking up to me. What an adorable puppy he is.
I heard a woman's voice say, "Well, that's a good sign," and
heard someone else laugh. I didn't stop looking at Carl. He took my
hands and put them on the sides of his head. He looked to me with
such adoration. "Rhonda, take me please. Take me and play with me."
I looked down to him. How lucky I am. I exhaled and
squeezed his head gently. He moaned softly and I watched his eyes
drift closed. "Carl," I whispered, "Tonight I need a strong man to
hold me, protect me, and make gentle and passionate love with me."
I pulled him to his feet and we kissed. I felt his arms go
around me and hold me, gently but strongly. I hope we wouldn't be
missing a good show tonight. I don't think we're going to make it.
We didn't make the main show. We went back to his cabin and
he went down on me so well. He had me in another world, so
delirious. And when I didn't think I could come again, he was inside
me, filling me, on top of me and holding me so well, and his coming
deep inside me, filling me, pushed me over the edge again.
"Come on, sleepy head," he said as he tried to get me up.
"Is it morning?" I asked him. It looked damned dark out still.
He laughed. "No. We can still make Rob and Toni's show.
Come on. I'll buy you dessert afterwards."
I held on to him for a bit, but could tell he really wanted
to go. I thought about dropping him into trance and taking him to
sleep in my arms, but this was something he wanted. I got up and
managed to get more or less presentable.
We managed to walk into the small lounge where Rob and Toni
held court after the main show just before people started filing in.
We got a good table, and settled in.
The area filled up quickly. After the first few nights, this
was becoming quite an event. I heard that they'd been offered a
larger area to work with, but so far they'd turned that down,
preferring to work in the smaller, more intimate space.
Rob and Toni came in. They looked so happy together. That's
what I wanted for Andy and I.
They let people settle, waited for drinks to be ordered and
served. As usual, they had many offers from people to buy drinks for
them.
Toni stood up behind her husband and started speaking. She's
got such an amazing voice. Some times when she speaks, you just want
to curl up in her voice, it's so warm and cozy.
Tonight though, she started out with, "This is going to be an
unabashed plug for our seminar tomorrow morning on combining hypnosis
with massage. It will be in the aerobics room, right after Roger's
very popular yoga class." I saw Roger raise his glass to a murmur
from the crowd.
Toni put her hands on Rob's shoulders and applied some
pressure. Rob sort of groaned and let his head go forward.
"Those of you here with a partner, one of you stand up so you
can practice with me," Toni went on. I was surprised when Carl got
up quickly and stood behind me.
"A lot of us carry a great deal of tension in our shoulders
and necks. Mister Wonderful certainly does. Right there honey?"
She pushed on a spot on Rob's back and he moaned a little, then
started bouncing one leg up and down a little, mimicking a dog
reacting to being scratched in just the right spot. We laughed.
"Feel your partner's shoulders gently now, and look with your
fingers and hands for those tight spots." I felt Carl's warm hands
on me, going along my upper back and shoulders. Oh, he found a good
spot -- so tight.
"Our society seems to put emphasis on the chest and shoulders
in men. If you notice, a lot of men seem to carry themselves and
their egos in their chests and shoulders. My Chinese Medicine
friends think this is very silly, harmful even -- stagnating all that
energy there. No wonder men get so tight. They should let that
energy flow down, evenly. Oh, is that good, dear?"
"And as for the ladies, we develop tension as well, some of
us from carrying our, ah, blessings, without the proper support."
That got a laugh, although I was relaxing very nicely under Carl's
soft stroking.
"A good massage therapist can release this tension working
from the outside, although it may take deep pressure with an elbow.
Let's see how we can release this tension working from the inside,
and using far less pressure."
She started weaving her spell. It's funny; I'm getting so
used to being hypnotized. Sometimes when Samantha hypnotizes me, I
don't remember much at all, or only feelings and sensations. Other
times, especially when I'm supposed to be learning something, I
remember everything with crystal clarity. This time I was sort of in
between.
I remembered what to do generally, and I remember some of her
language. I especially liked her talking about working with men and
getting them to shift all the tension and stiffness to a part of
their body where it would be useful!
All my tension melted away in Carl's hands, and I woke up to
his gentle embrace and a soft warm kiss. There was gentle laughter
in the lounge, and applause once again for Toni and Rob.
We visited the dessert bar, and afterward, in Carl's cabin, I
was still hungry -- but for him. He sighed as he undressed, and told
me he wasn't sure how well he could do so soon.... I told him to
leave that to me.
I got him on the bed on his stomach, and started massaging
his back. I combined what Samantha and Toni had taught me, taking
him into trance, finding tension and stiffness, and moving it to
where it could and did give us both a great deal of pleasure.
The next morning when I awoke, though, the other memories
were back. Had Carla spent another night with that creep? Or worse?
Carl and I had a light breakfast together. Carl was off to
see Nassau. I met Samantha in the Yoga class. She came in a bit
late, and gave me a smile.
After class, we got a chance to talk. I started asking
questions, and she interrupted me.
"Rhonda, everything is going according to plan. You are
going to stay for the seminar with Rob and Toni. I want you to work
with Mike." She told me Mike's key phrases, and told me she wanted
me to let him practice on me as well. She'd collect me after lunch,
and that I wasn't to worry.
I didn't know if I was going to cry or scream, but we sat in
a corner of the room and she held me for a bit, then started rocking
me and speaking softly, and this time I let go to her.
The class was dreamy. Or, I was in a dream through the
class. But it was very good. Mike will make someone a fine catch.
I still think his girlfriend Jane is a bubblehead. Rob and Toni gave
me very nice hugs at the end of class. Toni whispered in my ear that
everything would work out.
At lunch, a waiter handed me a piece of paper. I unfolded it
to find I'd won an invitation to a private hypnosis show at two that
afternoon. I smiled and showed it to some of the people at my table.
I didn't recognize the cabin number, but one of them did, and was
quite envious -- it was Mistress Ursula's, the hypno-Domme in the
show the first night. I very quickly started getting offers of a lot
of cash (and other things) in exchange, but I folded the paper and
slipped it into my bra. I wouldn't miss this for the world, I told
people.
I showed up at the appointed time. I recognized the guy who
opened the door -- Allen, Ursula's toy from that first show. He
looked at my invitation and let me in. I saw the creep there,
already sitting down, but didn't pay attention to him for some
reason. Allen's wife was there as well. I didn't recognize the
other couple, but both of them were tall, and looked to be in very
good shape -- hired muscle just in case? Where was Samantha?
There were only the six of us, in two rows of three chairs.
The creep was in the front row, farthest from the door, with Allen
and his wife next to him. Behind the creep were the muscle couple,
and I was on the end closest to the door.
Ursula did a coupe of very erotic demonstrations with Allen
and his wife. I went into my recording mode for that. At the end of
that, she told us the next part involved all of us being hypnotized.
I felt better. Ursula has another one of those strong, soft, comfy
voices, and I let go to her.
We started off going to soft, peaceful places, so relaxing.
After a while, things shifted, and I was watching some movies. I
didn't like them -- they weren't nice. People were being hurt and
abused. I didn't like the way the movies ended, either. I went back
to that soft, tranquil place for a while.
I woke up on Samantha's bed. She was sitting beside me.
"What happened? Is it over with? Where is the bastard?" I demanded.
She smiled. She told me what had been happening. Carla was
supposed to go on the day tour of Nassau, but had been intercepted by
the ship's doctor early in the morning. Ursula had worked with her
for a while, and then Toni and Rob took over after their seminar.
Samantha told me Carla had been helped by the best.
I still wanted to know about that bastard. Still with a
smile, she told me Carla had been checked and treated by the doctor
as well.
"What's been done to that creep?" I demanded, again.
Samantha told me he was being taken care of. That wasn't
good enough for me. I wanted to rape the bastard with an old broom
handle, then throw him overboard and let him walk back to Miami --
with the broom handle still in place.
Samantha tried to explain to me that wasn't the way, to repay
in kind, and it wasn't my role in this dance. She told me I needed
to learn to reply in kindness, not in kind. We argued about that for
a while, until there was a knock on the door.
It was Ursula, and she looked as if she'd been through hell.
She looked hot and sweaty, a little red. When she started talking, a
sewer was more like where she'd been. She'd spent the last two hours
working on the bastard, with help from Rob. Carla was still with
Toni and the ship's doctor.
The "private show" had indeed been a ruse to get him, and get
him off guard. It had worked very well. He would never do this to
anyone again. All the money he'd made, and any money he had, was
going to Carla. Ursula and other professionals on board would be
contacting the clients he'd developed. He had two other victims he'd
been abusing; those people would be helped. To some others they'd be
offering help, and others they'd just be telling the game was over.
Carla and the other victims would not be bothered again.
Ursula could probably tell from my looks that I still wanted
blood. She told me he would get what he deserved. He'd taken money
from some people for future sessions -- sessions which would never
happen. Those people were going to be upset. He was going to learn
just how small this cruise ship could be. Then she gave me a smile
that sent chills down my spine, and told me that some other things
had already happened to him as well.
I mumbled something about hoping it hurt. She told me it
would, and then sighed. She told both of us that in spite of all
that he'd done, he'd actually helped a couple of people, and had
helped one individual get over a significant problem.
Then she turned to me and asked, "I understand you've learned
quite a bit on this cruise. What path are you going to take?"
I leaned back against the wall with a sigh. It was all so
confusing. The look on Allen's face in that first show -- the look
on Carl's face when I held him -- remembering the look of peace on
Andy's face when I held him -- that incredible sensation of peace and
tranquility, floating in trance. Then the pain on Carla's face,
seeing the blood stains on her panties, knowing only a little part of
what had been done to her, and being so upset. I looked at Samantha,
and Ursula. They'd both been through this. They'd taken this
problem on. They could have ignored it. But they didn't.
"Thank you," I said, with emotion in my voice. "Thank you
for helping Carla, and helping me. I don't know how to thank you
enough."
Ursula smiled. "A tool is just that -- a tool. How are you
going to use your new tools?"
I shook my head. "I don't know if I ever will...."
Samantha spoke up. "You will, and you will use them well.
You don't know how you feel about Andy, but you've told me. He's
going to be a very happy man."
I smiled to them a little. "So how is Carla doing?"
Ursula managed a little smile. "I stopped in on her on the
way over here. We went through the worst part this morning. She's
going to be emotionally bruised for a while, but I believe she'll get
over it. You'll need to help. We'll continue to work with her, and
others."
I shook my head.
Ursula said, "No, she doesn't blame you at all. She blames
herself, which is just as bad and just as wrong. If anyone is to
blame, it's me, for leaving people vulnerable to such things."
Samantha and I both shook our heads. Ursula smiled.
"Actually, this has gotten me back to things I should never have
left. I'm going to continue to use, and improve my tools. I've
learned a lot on this cruise. Of course, I've learned some things
I'd rather not have picked up..."
I held out my hands to them. "Thank you again. Thank you
for everything. What should I do now?"
"What would you like to do?" Samantha asked.
I sighed. "Hold Carla and cry."
Ursula stood up, and the two of us followed. "That sounds
like the right thing to me."
We went to Carla. We held each other for quite a while and
cried. I told her I was sorry, and she thanked me for saving her. I
held her and rocked her and comforted her, and she held on.
We made it to dinner. Carl joined us, and whispered to me
that Samantha had spoken to him. He didn't know all that happened,
but he would help however he could.
As dinner was drawing to a close, the ship's doctor came over
to our table. She leaned over, put a hand on Carla's shoulder and
spoke with her quietly for a moment. Then she stood up and addressed
us all.
"I wanted to remind all of you to be very careful about the
sun," she told us, with almost a smirk on her face. "You can get
seriously sunburned very quickly. We've had a very unfortunate
incident in which one young man aboard on the cruise seems to have
fallen asleep while naked in the sun, and received very painful
sunburns over his entire body. He'll most likely be spending the
remainder of the cruise in his cabin, and not enjoying it. Please be
very careful."
We nodded our heads. I squeezed Carla's hand and smiled. It
was a start.
FINI
Pleasure Cruise -- Prey
By artie@netgate.net
http://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/artie/www
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