A shocking arrival

Helen's Journal,
18 Jan

I felt it. It was fleeting, more of an impression as the dreadfully boring version of Oliver Twist played on the helmet. I'd felt myself being groped, vague impressions of sinister laughter that came and went from time to time. When the credits rolled, the helmet powered down. I slid it off of my head, and felt the great weight of a year's immobility set in my bones. My dress was disheveled, my head hurt, and I was quite sick to my stomach. A steward handed me a glass of cold water, his face a barely contained image of panic.

"What's the matter?" I asked. I desperately wanted to check my maidenhood. Someone had done something to me while I slept, and not just the expected series of inoculations they give all travelers to Rajah-4. I looked around, and could see a number of girls had the same concerned looks on their faces. We must have been a buffet for whatever pervert stayed awake. What a disgusting creature, prowling around the ship, assaulting women at his leisure.

"I'm afraid there is some troubling news." he said, his face twisted. So I was right, or so I thought. I held my breath, waiting for him to tell me what I already knew. God, please don't let me be pregnant! "It seems two passengers awoke and "entertained" themselves, possibly with your body." I nodded in acknowledgement. It wouldn't be the first time it had happened. One ship, the HMS Beowulf, had a particularly troubling account where no woman was spared. "We've...found them. One of them, it appears, killed the other in a fit of madness. He was huddling in the darkness, writing insane messages on the wall. He insists he didn't kill the other man, but the evidence is quite clear. Our apologies, Miss. As a token of our sorrow, we've credited 500 pounds to your account."

Needless to say, I was shocked at hearing this. I was speechless to say the least. As word spread, a low level panic set in. I saw women, modesty be damned, lifting their skirts to check their virginity. I couldn't stand it anymore. As soon as the steward moved on, I quickly gathered up the front of my skirt. My heart sank when I saw that my panties were gone. I slid a finger between my lips, and sighed in relief. Whatever perversions they'd done, they'd left me intact. Judging from the sobs of the lovely blonde across the isle, it appears others were not so lucky.

I was about to lower it again when I noticed the flakes of dried semen on the hem of my dress. With great trepidation I slid my finger down, passed my flowery sex, and tenderly touched my anus. As discretely as I could, I shifted in my seat, and slid my finger into it. I breathed a sigh of relief at first, but then I saw my poor shoes. Now it was my turn to cry. Whoever it was apparently had a desire for feet What's more, these weren't the same stockings I was wearing when I boarded. I felt disgusted. They'd dressed me up and used my body as if I were some sluttish doll!

"They are mine." I heard a quiet voice say beside me. I turned to look at the other girl, who had been quiet until now. She was a beautiful Ottoman girl with shimmering blue eyes and woody brown skin. "Don't worry, dear. They only go after the girls that are bound for the brothels. You get used to it." she said.

"So this happens often?" I said, shocked. She nodded, directing my gaze to the enormous semen stains that had soiled the lap of her dress. She smiled a weak smile.

"This is my third trip to Rajah-4 aboard the Cleopatra. The upper decks are safe with all the important businessmen and their wives and daughters, but down here on the servant decks things tend to get a bit more rowdy. I was once woken early after my assailant knocked my helmet off by accident. It was the steward. He had my legs pushed up to my chest, and was vigorously penetrating me."

"Did you press charges?!" I asked, my mouth hanging open in terror. She smiled, and stretched in her seat. Her form was simply stunning. Full, heavy breasts, shapely hips, and lush full lips on a face with exotic features.

"Charges? Heaven's no, dear. Its part of the contract. Free passage for providing the crew that has to remain awake with unconditional "service" as you sleep. Now, some of these girls are genuinely shocked as to what that meant, but most are keeping up with appearances until they can slip away to Madame Delacroix's or The Crimson Lantern. I'm guessing your pour slippers just happened to get soiled by accident as they used me. I'd love to make it up to you..." she said, placing her hand over mine. I looked into her eyes, and saw a burning desire for me reflected back. My breath caught in my throat. I didn't know what to say.

"Apologies, this is all very new to me." I said, pulling my hand back. She ran her finger over the one I'd used to check myself, and slowly brought it to her lips. I watched as she slowly slid it between them, and smiled.

"It won't be for long. I'll be at the Crimson Lantern. Ask for Nasira when you are ready to return my stockings. It'll be interesting to see which girl they put your panties on. Childish entertainments, don't you think?" she said, gathering her handbag as she stood. "Still, it is a bit naughtily exciting. Those rough men stripping you...tasting you." she said as she slid passed me. "Your nude body not judging the merits of touch based on appearances or morals, but rather the tenderness of skin, or skill of a tongue. I'd like to show you..." she said, pausing in front of me, her ample bosom at my eye level. She leaned over, and guided my hand to her lovely face. My eyes were only partially open, my breath short as I caressed her cheek. She guided my hand down, over her long neck, and onto the soft swell of her breasts.

I gasped, and pulled my hand away again. I blushed badly as she smiled, and joined the line of people departing, the memory of her silky soft breastflesh still lingering on my fingertips. I'd experimented with girls before, but only with kisses and caresses while tipsy with too much wine. This yearning I felt...what did it mean? I cursed myself as I stood up. She was a professional seductress, and no doubt wished to part me with my "inconvenience" money the Cosmoliner was providing. What a fool I felt to let myself get swept up in her sultry words. I looked after her, but she had vanished into the crowd.

I gathered my handbag, and unboarded the ship. The sight of what I beheld temporarily making me forget what had likely happened aboard. The Floating City of Kanda lay ahead, and my future employer was no doubt in waiting.