Plead

"Please! Please help me!" You tug at the jacket. "Help me out, hide me! Let me get back to land please!" She was so kind just a minute ago, maybe that side of her is still there.

"Oh I love it when they beg" She says. And with that, she reaches up and starts toying with your ears and neck. "Beg some more worm."

You immediately burst out laughing. You shake your head from side to side trying to dodge her fingers but she's always a step ahead. "Aww worm, trust me this is only the beginning for you." She says, not threatening, not playing mind games, just stating cold facts.

"PLEHEHEHEHEEASE! NO HAHAA NO DON'T DO THAHAHAT!" You try to beg. "PLEHEHEASE DON'T! STAHAHAP!"

"Don't stop? Don't worry, no one will here." Then she raises both her hands up to your ears, and leans in to nibble around your neck and collar bone.

You're positively going wild. Bucking in your straps, pulling at the arms of your straight jacket. After a few minutes you notice that same dull pressure and pain at your groin again. Is it part of the straight jacket? May, unlike the doctor, doesn't notice and just keeps going.

After a few minutes you're panting hard, and that pressure hasn't gone away. May slows down. "Well by my clock they should be done docking any minute now. Better have my last bits of fun before we disembark." She reaches over and picks up a sealed plastic bag holding it up an unsealing it. Reaching inside she pulls out two long pieces of clothing you immediately recognize as your socks from the night you started this whole doomed adventure.

She walks back up to your head and pinches your nose with her left hands index finger and thumb. You reflexively gasp and in goes the sock. You immediately gag, the sock is still wet with sweat from your escapade the other night, the salt making your tongue try to hide in the back of your mouth, but it's pinned down by the volume of the socks. You're already missing the ball gag.

A second later you notice her tie the remaining sock into a loop, the back end cinched around what would be the ball of the foot, leaving the toe dangling out. She then deftly wraps it around your head so it holds in the sock in your mouth, and the toe drapes over your nostrils.

You wheeze as the smell attacks your nostrils. It's something you were all to familiar with after a trip to the gym, but never have you had to smell it this up close, and with no way to remove it. The two pronged attack has you in tears, blushing red with embarrassment. You look up pleadingly at May.

She gets up and walks over to about your midsection, just below your stomach. "Let's just get the fight out of you before you get admitted." And with that digs her nails into your hips, just above where your thighs meet. You immediately howl. The sensations travel all the way up to your navel and down your thighs. Your body twists trying to get away. "That's right, scream for me worm!" you hear may taunt ash she wiggles her thumbs back and forth, occasionally dragging her nails down your inner thighs, and immediately back into the pockets of your hips. You unthinkingly comply, screeching into your soiled socks like a wounded animal. You twist and turn, trapped on the stretcher, living up to her pet name for you.

She keeps going, digging deeper, and you laugh harder. You feel your face flushing hot, each peal of laughter bringing in a fresh lung full of scented air, the sour salty taste permeating your senses, and worse that pressure. Whatever she's doing is making it worse. After a few minutes you're exhausted, barely able to wriggle in your confines any more, and the pressure is too much to ignore. You don't know if it's the straps from the straight jacket, or something the doctor did, but there's a tightness you've never felt before, like there's a cramp you need to stretch but you just can't. It's uncomfortable enough to make you wince.

Just then you hear the ships steam whistle. "Well looks like our time here is almost up." May says sadly. "Good job worm, you're going to hate it here. I wish I could watch." Then you hear two more sets of boot steps enter.

"Good morning sailor. I see you've been having fun with the new patient. I trust you followed protocol?" a tenor male voice questioned.

"Sir yes sir!" You hear May shout, her foot stamping the ground as her body went upright. "The silence protocol was not broken until the bow touched sovereign land. The property never refused while it still had rights."

"Excellent. Well unfortunately your play time is over, we'll be taking it away."

'property', 'it', they're talking about you like you're not even here. And worse like you're not even human.

"I understand sir. This one will be a fun addition. Permission to say goodbye?"

"Don't get all sentimental. You treat it like a pet it'll start expecting to think it deserves that sort of thing. But granted."

May leans in from above your head, her strong hands grasping either should as she brings her lips down to your left ear, so close you can feel the body heat coming off her. Then she whispers in an almost seductive tone, her hot breath caressing and tickling your ears and neck. "Look worm, no one has ever escaped here. I'm just one little cabin girl, but in those walls, there's dozens of trained nurses, whose only job is to take you apart piece by piece. Some are fun loving and kind like me, and some want you to suffer, and you will." your lower lip begins trembling at her words, and a small squeak escapes the gag. "Not only that, but there's dozens of other patients, in your same situation, some who've been at it much longer than you. Do you know what that does to someone? Constantly being tormented and dominated day in and day out for months? It changes them. All that helplessness and frustration from the nurses, they have to take it out on somebody, and you're the fresh meat." she pauses for a second "And I'm sorry worm, you're not strong enough to fight off one of them, much less a gang." you begin shaking like a chihuahua. You begin crying, tears rolling down your cheeks, and rough sobs coming from the gag.

"Wrap it up sailor."

"And one last thing" she whispers, her lips now touching your ear. "That tightness you're feeling? That suffocating, frustrating, painful tightness? Get used to it. Night. Day. It's never going away. It's now part of who you are." And with that her wet tongue slips in your ear. Your eyes shoot open, and you rocket up from the cot like you're electrified, your body forming an arch. And the tightness she mentions screams. In fact your body twitches. Your member spasms like during an orgasm, but there's no ecstasy, there's no relief, the pain just intensifies. Then you fall to the cot limp.

"Thank you sir!"

"All right, let's take him." And with that you hear the boots go to either side of your stretcher. You feel yourself being lifted and taken off the boat. Your head is swimming so you can't make out much. The grey ship interior gives way to blue skies, the sun stinging your eyes, but all your senses are dulled from the working over, all you can really take notice of is the smell and taste of the socks, and that pulsing unabating tightness.

"Heads or tails" You hear the one orderly ask the other.