Parker was a drunk. That was what Rob concluded. The guy sat at the same bar on deck 11 and he downed drink after drink. The bar man didn’t seem to mind filling and refilling the glass, and Parker knocked them back. Afterwards, just to save a scene, two soft spoken waiters would guide Parker away to his inside cabin. It was best that way, more seemly.
‘You still got your wife?’ Parker demanded of him when Rob inadvertently sat down beside the hapless soul. It seemed the oddest of questions. It seemed a very odd question on a cruise ship when there were only so many places to go.
‘Yes…I think so’ Rob smiled, hoping that they might pass onto something a bit more sensible. May be the forthcoming port of Talinn.
‘Only your girl is really pretty and the other day, I saw one of them chatting her up. He was smiling at her and she was fluttering her eyelids at him. ‘
Rob listened. Claire was pretty. She was very pretty. But he was used to the male attention that she got. It came with the territory of being married to a beautiful woman.
‘One of them…?’ Rob queried. He watched Parker slugged back the rest of his whisky.
‘The white coated ones, the officers of this fucking ship’ Parker answered conspiratorially. ‘One of them got hold of my wife, Annette, and then she was gone. Haven’t seen her for company in days.’
Rob ordered a vodka and tonic. Parker didn’t seem that drunk….yet.
‘If your wife’s gone missing you have to tell the crew. She hasn’t got left behind at a port has she?’ Rob offered the suggestion. It was always a possibility.
Parker chuckled. ‘Nah, Annette wasn’t left behind. She doesn’t get lost. She’s on board all right, but just not with me.’
When he thought of it, Rob could remember Parker’s wife, a superior, well dressed, rather poised woman who wore white dresses to show off her well developed sun tan. She had seemed rather aloof. Back then, in Southampton, Parker hadn’t seemed drunk either.
‘Have you had a row?’ he asked. it was ridiculous, he was getting drawn into the conversation.
Parker shook his head. ‘Look, if you’re quiet, I’ll show you.’
The man lurched off his bar stool and began an uncertain walk forward along the deck. Rob wondered whether the guy might fall. He followed him. They passed through the casino, Parker waving to an associate and they moved on to the forward lounge, where in day time you could watch porpoises riding the bow waves of the liner. They didn’t quite make it to the lounge though for Parker suddenly veered starboard and checking that the corridor was empty he put his shoulder to a door that said ‘staff only’. The door was stiff but with a shoulder push, Parker almost fell inside. The trespass troubled Rob. They weren’t meant to be in there but his companion had stumbled. He went inside to retrieve the man.
‘Its one of their monitoring rooms, ‘ said Parker, ‘supposedly used to check for stow aways or problem passenger behaviour. I know, I worked in the business, setting up security systems just like this.’ He dropped into a swivel seat in front of may be half a dozen monitors. Without explaining more, Parker flicked some switches and several screens lit up. Four of the screens showed public areas on the ship and Rob recognised them. Two though retained the cruise line insignia. Parker tapped in a code that he had discovered and hit screen six.
What Rob saw made his jaw drop. The camera had been trained within a sumptuous state room. It was a BIG state room and presumably up on the expensive deck of the ship. The decor wasn’t the real shock though, it was what was going on there. On the bed, he saw without question the woman who Parker called Annette. It was his wife! She was lying on the bed, wearing just a suspender belt and stockings, and there was a cabin boy, some guy from some or other part of Indonesia fucking Parker’s wife. The guy was still in his fatigues shirt but little else and his bare buttocks were clenching as he rhythmically thrust his cock into the woman. Annette didn’t appear able to resist. She had her legs wide and she writhed beneath the man. An officer, a suave looking officer used his mobile phone to film.
‘When they started this, ‘said Parker, his eyes bloodshot, ‘when they started, this it was just the officer’s that took her. They been fucking her morning, noon and night. They got her crazed on cock. Then they shared her with the deck crew.’
Rob blinked. This was surreal!!! He watched as the deck hand squirt his load in the woman and drag his cock out. Parker was able to zoom the camera in and he showed his guest just how well exercised Annette was. Another deck hand took his turn, showing Annette his erection, which was impressive. Rob watched as the man’s wife licked it. Then the guy took up station. She winced as that cock went home.
‘I reckon they thought Annette a snob….she is, ‘ Parker observed, wiping spittle from his lips. ‘So they thought they’d give her to the deck hands to fuck. Poor cow, they’ve given her so little sleep, it’s been cock after cock.’
Rob gawped. ‘You’ve got to get her out of there Parker! Hell, she’s been abducted man!’
Parker grimaced. ‘You think she’s being held against her will son? Look at her.’
Rob stared as the camera was zoomed in first on Annette’s face and then on her her arms around the new guy’s neck. Annette was gasping, her mouth open and her eyes screwed up. Her nails were digging into the deck hand’s dark neck. However appalling it seemed, Rob had to admit, the woman looked as though she was near to climaxing.
‘They’ve habituated her..’ said Parker testily, ‘by the time the cruise is over, she’ll need it. Her pictures will be all over the net. Men will be looking for her.’
‘Where is this stateroom!?’ Rob gasped. ‘You must have tried to find it.’
Parker nodded.
‘Executive suite…you can’t get up there. The access doors are locked. They have people making sure that you can’t get up there. I’ve sneaked in here and checked a few times. They serve her the best food and wine, she had her clothes taken up there. But the fucking is relentless.’
Rob watched as Annette was turned over and her rear was pulled up. She leant forward on her breasts, her head on the scrunched up pillow. Her legs were pushed wide though and that deck hand prong went up her rear.
‘You want sound?’ asked Parker. He turned a knob on the console and there was the sound of squelching sex. Slap, slap, slap, slap. The deckhand was grunting as he took her. Annette was groaning loudly. ‘I can’t handle the sound so much, I can’t handle her begging for it.’
Rob slumped into a seat beside Parker. This deckhand knew how to handle a woman and he had her raking back and forth on his cock. The way he pulled her back and forth made Annette’s pendant swing on her bare throat, it made her tits swing when she pushed up onto all fours.
‘That one, the guy with the fancy uniform collar, that’s the fucker who seduced Annette. She couldn’t take her eyes off him. He fucked her in our stateroom one night and then took her away completely. ‘
Rob studied the officer. He was tall and big chested. He had strong looking arms and big hands.
‘Reckon that one has turned dozens of womens’ heads. He’s sent lots of them home after their holidays, wanting to live dirty that way.’ Parker sucked in his cheeks. He looked as though he needed another drink. That was probably why he was fed so much booze thought Rob.
‘When you get back to Southampton, go to the police… no matter what Annette says. They’re exploiting tourists.’ Rob nudged Parker with the instruction. It was his civic duty to report all this.
‘You think they’re going to let me disembark without some little tag hold on me do you?’ Parker wondered.
The second deck hand humped into Annette. Rob watched as the guy grabbed her raven hair and pulled her head back as he took her.
Rob didn’t know.
‘They’ve got the alcohol on me, maybe that will be enough. They’ll say I was drunk all the time. They’ll claim I defrauded them on the bar bills, it will be something of that sort’ said Parker.
The deckhand inseminated his wife. He slapped her buttocks with the flat of his hand and dragged his dripping cock out of her rear. Parker was staring.
‘Let’s look at screen 7 shall we, they got two staterooms up there. Annette used to fuck in this other one, but when she became deckhand hole, they moved her to 6.’ Parker typed in another code and lit that screen up.
‘Christ!’ said Rob. He stood abruptly. He almost sent the seat behind him flying.
Claire was kissing with that officer who seemed to be in charge of shore side security. He was the one with the hard grey eyes. He spoke with a thick English accent and he had the blonde stern look of a Nordic type. Fuck, Rob couldn’t remember the bastard’s name but whatever it was, he was kissing Claire.
‘Sorry’ said Parker, ‘don’t want you on the drink too’. He went to turn the screen off. It was just too much pain. Rob stopped him.
‘Turn the sound up’ he barked.
Parker obliged.
‘You can stay here, the executive suite…’ the Nordic type promised her, ‘If you wish to see your husband during the day, we can perhaps do something…..but I want you.’
The fucker was trying to make Claire feel like a siren! He was making her feel femme fatale. She kissed him eagerly.
‘You’re very direct….I’ve never met a man like that’ she whispered.
The Nordic kissed her again and ran his hands around and onto her rear. Her curves in that cocktail dress looked lush. Soon enough the hem would be up, her knickers would be done and the fucker in the smart white uniform would have his cock up her. Rob stared aghast.
‘You can’t fight it’ Parker insisted, ‘just steel yourself. The rest of this cruise you’ll complete alone. Just accept that your wife will never be the same.’
Parker’s hand had got to the switch this time. He got there first, before Rob could stop him. He got there first, swung the sound dial and killed the screen just as the bastard was running his hand up beneath her dress.
‘We gotta go, ‘ Parker said, ‘can’t hang around here, if they find you…’
‘I need to see what that bastard does to my wife!’ snapped Rob. There was going to be trouble about this. Really big trouble.
‘He’ll fuck her. First he fucks her head and then he’ll fuck her sex. That’s how they operate’ Parker observed flatly. There was no sympathy in his voice. ‘Don’t know whether she’s fed up with you son, but truth is, he looks better. He acts better than you.’
Rob reached for the screen switch again….but he didn’t remember the code.
‘We have to get out of here, ‘ insisted Parker, I need a drink, YOU need a drink.’
He started to shove Rob towards the door. He barred the way from Rob getting past him. ‘No! Check out in the corridor’ Parker demanded.
Rob’s blood raced. He could feel his temples pounding. He could feel his palms grow sweaty. The bastards, the fucking bastards! He was going to find that fucker, the security officer.
‘Look outside, see if the coast is clear’ Parker directed.
Rob looked. Fore of the steel doorway stood two security staff in pale blue fatigues. One actually carried a 9 mm pistol in its holster. To the aft of the entrance there were two more staff, one a burly deck hand and then the female officer from the sick room. She was a Chinese girl, somewhere in her late twenties. Rob had seen her tend some old biddy who had fallen down some stairs when the ship rolled a bit crossing the North Sea.
‘Trouble’ said Rob and he went to close the security door, but it was grabbed by one of the security guys. The other drew the pistol from the holster.
‘You shouldn’t be in here’ the first said gruffly, ‘ you’ve been snooping around.’ The pair of them pushed Parker and Rob straight back inside. Parker fell over the seat.
The Chinese female medical officer stepped in as the security guy with the pistol waved the muzzle at them.
‘No! No need for that!’ shouted Rob as the pistol came perilously close.
The Chinese woman checked the screens. Yes, the access counter was showing the moment ago activity. Parker, the fucker Parker hadn’t checked that little detail had he!?
‘I think that you have seen too much gentlemen’ the Chinese girl said, beckoning for her medical bag to be brought to hand.
Rob stared wildly at her, but two of the security team had him by the arms. Parker was rubbing his head and trying to kneel up from the floor.
The bitch was drawing up a syringe full of something. She eyed Rob.
‘First a sedative my friend….then we must isolate you both in sick bay.’
She jagged his arm as he struggled.
‘Just a moment…it take effect. You accept things. It is simply how it is, see.’ She smiled at him.
For a second Rob feared that he had been hit with a elephant tranquilliser, it was as if his legs had been turned to jelly. He felt one and then both give way. His head started to swim. Parker was getting his needle full as well.
‘We will have to bring this forward won’t we’ the bitch with the needle said. ‘I was going to treat you on the homeward voyage. But now, the shots, something that will addict you….we will start them early I think.’ She bade her assistants to ‘help’ us both down to the sick bay. We took a staff lift.
Rob’s head swam. She looked so crisp, so precise and she smelled medical. Somewhere up on the exec deck he knew, Claire was taking cock.
‘It’s my special formula, ‘ said the medico to him, ‘a little cocktail. I think that you will find you need it quite soon. I can supply yes? I can supply, but it will cost you lots. It will cost you and you bring your wife back to have what she needs.’
Rob shuddered. Parker was already gone, slumped in the corner of the lift. He was feeling feint and then he passed out.
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