My Voyage of Submission Ch. 04

"How is Lynn as a Mistress, Miss Beth?" Francesca asked.

"Master said it took him several years to learn how to be as accomplished a Dominant as he is now. In comparison, he has stated that Lynn is practically a natural. Hell, she was spanking my ass before she even knew she was a Dominant. As a Mistress she's tough, as you'd expect a good Dominant to be. She'll expect your best and get it too, by being strict and demanding. She loves a Slave Trainer to get a slave properly trained, so you can assume she will have you wear one. Master also likes to use them. Belle can tell you precisely how miserable you'll be after wearing one for three hours."

"Miss Beth is right," Belle said. "It's bad. I hated it worse than when you whipped me. It's going to be confusing to have you as my Mistress and my sister slave simultaneously. Truthfully, I'm not sure which I will enjoy more."

"Sorry to change the subject, but did Professor and Mrs. Kline visit you on the sundeck?"

"Both of them, Miss Beth."

"Did they accept your invitation to explore your body?"

"Professor Kline didn't and to start neither did Mrs. Kline. She mostly asked a lot of questions like: How did I feel exposing myself to others? How did it feel asking people to fondle and caress me? Was I aroused by my experience?"

"As her questioning continued, she started to touch me. She'd tweak a nipple and comment on how hard it was. Eventually, she rubbed a couple fingers through my slit. Noting how wet I was, she stroked my clit until I orgasmed; though, there wasn't much stroking needed as I was desperate to cum by then.

"Professor Kline was somewhat shocked by her behavior and asked what she was doing. Oliva replied, 'She invited me to touch her, so I did, because I'm trying to understand. She was just another guest on this ship and now she's asking people to caress her and partake of her body. Don't you want to know why so many people on this ship are voluntary slaves? You can't blame it all on Joshua; three of the slaves aboard belong to other people. You would think after witnessing what happened to Fatima, they'd all be terrified of even voluntary slavery, but they're not. This poor girl was so eager to orgasm I barely touched her and she climaxed. She asked you to touch her, even invited you to, so it's not like you'd be assaulting her. Given your profession, I would expect you to have more curiosity'. Even though his cock was hard and he was excited I was there, the Professor still declined to do so. I was surprised to find myself a little disappointed that he didn't, because despite being terrified of cumming too often and being punished harshly for it, I still craved his caress so I could cum."

"That's to be expected, you're starting to experience slave heat. As your slavery becomes more entrenched in your psyche, you'll become both more desirous of sex and more orgasmic. You will start to crave sex to the point that you'll find yourself wet continuously, but you've surrendered your sexuality to Master and he now controls when, where, how and with whom you'll be allowed to have sex. Ceding control to him means you will no longer be able to masturbate or fuck whenever you want. You'll now await both his permission to have sex and his permission to cum if you do. You won't even care if it's a man or woman, you'll want it so badly, because watching other people have sex or participating in it but not being allowed to cum is torture. You will smell yourself, ripe with need, and crave a fat cock or agile tongue to give you relief, yet it will be out of your control."

"It sounds so terrifying and yet wonderful at the same time, Miss Beth," Francesca said.

"It's both, Mistress" Belle said. "You'll soon understand how I felt all this time: how much I needed to cum when I begged you for permission; how wonderful it felt when you let me; and how horrible it was when you wouldn't. I imagine it will be worse now I can't touch you without Master's permission."

"This is true, no one can touch you without Master's permission, Francesca. Remember, you ceded all your control to Master. It's his decision, his will, you now live by."

By eleven, we hammered out the details of their slave agreements. They initialed each of the provisions and signed them. To be official, all that remained was for Master to sign and collar them.

******

When we emerged from being squirreled away, we found a lot had happened while we were busy in my cabin. Master told us to dress immediately as the police were on their way and we scrambled to comply. After we were attired, we talked with Herman and Oliva who were eager to tell us what happened. Herman began retelling the morning's events.

"Edgar and Thomas rented a panel van and filled it with clothes and food. The food consisted mostly of non-perishables or longer lasting food such as protein bars. The returned to the ship, around mid-morning, and picked up myself and Mrs. Kline so we could drop the supplies off at the church. On the way to the church, we come across five naked women, flex cuffed individually and together, beside the side of the road. Edgar stopped the van, and he and Thomas exited the vehicle, alert for trouble they had their firearms out and ready."

"I said, 'Aren't two of those women the slaves Joshua was hoping to save from those bastards?' Herman responded, 'I think you're right, Oliva. What are they doing here?' I replied, 'I don't know, but we can't leave them out there by the side of the road. Edgar, please get them into the van.' Edgar said he'd have to contact Joshua and see what he wanted to do. Joshua told them to bring the women back to the ship, but to be sure to take lots of pictures first in case they were dealing with a crime scene."

"While Edgar kept an eye out, Thomas took a dozen pictures of the site with the poor women huddled together for warmth. Then Thomas cut their flex cuffs and shepherded them into the van." Herman said. "Meanwhile, Joshua called the police, Miranda, and Interpol informing them all what happened. The police told all of us to come back and remain here so they could speak to us. We were able to clothe all five women using some of the supplies we were delivering to the church. Upon our return, Joshua sent two other people to deliver the remaining supplies to the church."

"When we got here, the women saw the ship and began chattering in Portuguese. None of us understood what they were saying, but it sounded enough like Spanish that I asked if any of them spoke Spanish," Oliva said. The woman Fatima identified as the one she met at the slave auction, said, 'Si, señora.' I told her they were all safe now, and not to worry because the authorities would be contacted so they could be returned to their homes. I doubt they believed me because the two that were aboard before said something to the others and they all started to strip off their clothes. Apparently they thought they had simply gotten a different set of Masters and nothing had actually changed for them. I also think they were scared of Edgar and Thomas because of the guns. I finally convinced them to put their clothes back on and wait for the police to come. I kept trying to reassure them, but I wasn't very successful. Currently they are all sitting quietly over there, rather fatalistically awaiting the arrival of the police."

"I think we should let Fatima speak to them," I said. "She speaks both Spanish and Arabic, so if the one with the tattoo came from Tangiers, she might be able to communicate with her in Arabic. Plus as a slave herself, she can tell them she hasn't been mistreated while aboard the ship."

"Excellent idea," Herman said.

We asked Master to have Björn send Fatima down from the bridge. She looked a bit surprised when she came down and saw all the women sitting forlornly on the sundeck. Master asked her to try explaining to them that we knew what had been done to them and were trying to find out if they could be returned to their families.

Fatima shivered slightly. "Where are their Masters?"

"We don't know," Dr. Kline said. "We found them on the side of the road, naked and cuffed together. There were no men present, just these five women. The one you suspected was from Bolivia speaks Spanish and we think the other one might speak Arabic. They all speak Portuguese but none of us do."

Fatima went up to the five women and began speaking to them in Spanish. One of the girls jumped up and gave her a hug and they commenced speaking rapidly in Spanish. After a few minutes, Fatima began speaking Arabic and found that two of them knew Arabic. Those three spoke to the other two in Portuguese, which appeared to be a common language for them. Fatima pulled down the back of her pants to show them her brand and spoke again. The girls looked at each other with something approaching wonder.

"Fatima, please ask them if they need food or medical care," Master said.

A brief conversation ensued and Fatima said, "They would very much like some food and one of the women needs medical attention as she was cut by some broken glass in the gunfight."

"What gunfight?"

Another quick conversation ensued.

"Gangs from the favela came and fought with both Masters, driving their gangster cars and shooting lots of bullets. Luckily, the women were not hurt. Three of the gangsters rounded them all up and took them to a warehouse. The main gangster spoke Portuguese to them and watched them, telling them to sleep and something would happen in the morning. They all thought they were being sold again, but this morning they were taken to where they were found and left on the side of the road."

"Did the men take their clothes?"

After another round of rapid fired questions, in Arabic and some Spanish, Fatima said, "No, the men had no clothes to take, because the women were never allowed clothing. They were kept naked at all times and were forced to sleep huddled together with only a couple blankets to keep them warm."

"Take the girl with the cut to sick bay and have the other four follow you to the crew's mess to eat. They can eat anything we have ready. We may have to interrupt their lunch if the police come, but they can bring it with them."

"Aye, aye, Joshua."

Fatima took the five young women in tow and left, the women looking fearfully around them, seemingly uncomfortable in their new surroundings.

******

Thirty minutes later the police arrived.

"It took you much longer to get here than I expected seeing as I called to say we found five, illegally enslaved, young women naked and tied up on the side of the road."

"You must pardon us, Moco Greenbriar. There was much wickedness last night, multiple raids by the gangs out of the favelas, which has kept the police very busy today. They shot up the estates of two gentlemen, as well as a few other properties, and then set fire to a club. They left the bodies of the two men nailed to the door there."

"Really? No one on the ship speaks Portuguese, I'm afraid, so we've heard nothing about any of that."

"Can you tell us anything about the five women you found?"

"Yes. We have had contact with two of the young women before, just yesterday actually. They were here with their owners. One of the young women was branded with a slave brand we were familiar with. We contacted Interpol and are meeting two Inspectors who have knowledge of human trafficking in São Paolo tomorrow. We sent their pictures to the US State Department through my wife, a US Representative and member of the House Committee dealing with Human Trafficking. Their identities were confirmed last night when their names were located in a database of kidnapped women. One of the women was kidnapped in La Paz, Bolivia and the other in Tangiers, Morocco. The other three women are still a mystery. We don't know who they are, where they are from or even if they are slaves like the other two. All five women were found naked and hungry, this morning, during a supply delivery to a church for the poor. We clothed them in some of the church supplies and are feeding them as we speak. We are also medically treating one woman for a slice she received on her foot from broken glass. They briefly mentioned a gunfight, so perhaps they can shed light on your other crimes. While we're waiting for them to finish eating, you may wish to speak to the four people who found them: Professor and Mrs. Kline, Psychology Professor at the University of Florida and his wife; Edgar, my head of security; and Thomas a crew member."

The policeman, who spoke the best English, proceeded to question all four of our people. Photographs of the scene, where the women were found, were passed along to the police to provide evidence of the condition they were found in. Soon thereafter, Fatima returned with the five women and stayed to keep them calm while the police spoke to them, as the women were still frightened of authority figures. The women easily communicated with the police in Portuguese, telling them their individual stories and allowing them to photograph their injuries, including old scars from their Masters. As it turned out, all five women were indeed slaves. Each of them had been kidnapped from different places: from the Sudan, from Pakistan and from Oman. The one captured in the Sudan, had been branded by Mahmoud, just like Fatima. It was close to supper before the police were done speaking to the women. One of the policemen walked up to Master and began recounting some of what they had learned.

"They do seem to be related to the violence we had last night. They were owned by the two men who were nailed to the club door: three of the women were owned by Rodrigo and the other two by Tadeo. It seems several gang members from the favelas came in trucks and cars, killed anyone who opposed them, sent the servants home, and then took the girls to an empty warehouse. Only one of the men spoke to the women, a known gang leader. The women said he tried to act in charge, but that he seemed afraid of the other men, as if they were worse. He told them they were attacking rich men, who were buying the poor from the favelas, so they could free their slaves. The women didn't believe him. The women were held overnight and then left on the side of the road this morning, about ten minutes before your van showed up. This is a diplomatic nightmare. None of these women have passports or documentation and they are all from different countries. I don't know what we're going to do with them."

"I propose you don't do anything with them and instead just leave them with me. Fatima, who was helping the women, is a freed slave herself, held in Suriname. She was sold at the same time as the Bolivian. We already have Interpol looking for her family so she can go home if she chooses. If their families can be found, I'll be happy to send them home as well if they so choose. If we can't find their family or they choose not to home, perhaps they can petition for asylum in the US or their country of birth. I know there are records some of these women were kidnapped. Why make it Brazil's problem if none of them are Brazilian. Besides they're already on my ship so let them be my problem." He handed the officer a sheet of paper. "These are the phone numbers for the Interpol Inspectors we're already working with and Miranda Ward's congressional office. You can get in touch with them if you have questions I can't answer."

"The woman you say is another freed slave; what does she do for you?"

"Nothing currently, but she wants to learn to captain a ship so she can remain at sea where her brand is less likely to be discovered. She just started shadowing Captain Amundsen this morning. We pulled her off the bridge to calm the other women. At the moment, she doesn't want to leave the ship because she feels safe here; moreover, she doesn't have anywhere else to go as she was told that her parents were killed, though the evidence regarding that is inconclusive."

"What weapons do you use for your security, Moço Greenbriar?"

"We're a complete Smith and Wesson operation, all M&P or Performance Center weapons, because I sent a couple guys to Smith and Wesson Armory school. Edgar can show you the armory if you wish."

"No Uzis, AK's, Glocks, nothing like that?"

"None at all."

"You also hire a lot of ex-Military, don't you? Both Edgar and Thomas said they're ex-military."

"Not a lot, almost all, except for my Personal Assistant, Hannah; Hannah's wife, Angelique; my colleague, Lynn; and recent additions, Darla and Fatima. I find military folks are well trained and loyal, which is crucial since we sail in some rough seas. A ship like this presents a tempting target. It's best to be prepared for the worst. Even the hair dresser I employ is an ex-Marine. Why do you ask?"

"Well, this attack seemed much cleaner than usual. Normally when one of the favela gangs goes on a rampage there are more people dead, it's most often a blood bath. This time the only dead bodies they left behind were two businessmen and their bodyguards."

"Given these favela gangs are targeting businessmen with slaves, I can see your point. Rest assured my ship is well armed and my crew is top notch. Edgar, show the gentlemen our armory."

"Of course, Joshua. If you'll come with me, officers, I'll give you a tour."

"Before you go officers," Master asked, "what kind of club was it that was firebombed?"

"A bondage club the men were apparently members of, close to the favela where the gang appeared to come from."

"I see. If we can be of any further help, don't hesitate to ask. If you find the perpetrators and need the women to testify, let me know so make sure they make it back. I should be in São Paulo for at least three days, but I can extend my stay if needed."

Edgar led the police officers to the armory to inspect our weapons, They were all gone in twenty minutes.

******

In the meantime, other things had to get done. "Fatima, may I ask a favor?" Master asked.

"Of course, Joshua."

"I'm sorry to mess up your training now, but this is all unexpected. Can you help Dr. Kline speak to the women after dinner? I'd like to know if he can figure out how traumatized they are. I would appreciate it if you perhaps spent the night with some of them. It might be helpful if they had someone to speak to who's gone through what they did, as they're probably still pretty scared and shocked by what happened."

"I'd be happy to help."

"Ladies," speaking to his three slaves, "I think we'll need to put the ceremony aside for now. No nudity, no public punishments or public sex for a while. I don't want to terrify them. Hannah, please tell Lynn the same. I'm going to feed them in the dining room, and it's going to be crowded. I'd prefer mostly women for the time being, so except the Captain, Reggie, and Doctor Kline, I'm going to go all women tonight. Please have the other Department Heads eat with the crew. Have the two servers be women. Hopefully, they'll be less fearful with women surrounding them. Also, we need to have Sherry and Manuel do a more thorough medical exam, which we haven't had time to do so far. Make that a priority tomorrow."

"Yes, sir," Hannah replied.

"Let's see if we can't get the names and photos of the other three to Miranda. She might still be in the office if we hurry."

People scurried to do his bidding, taking photos, collecting names and addresses. We had the most difficulty speaking with the Sudanese and Pakistani women, so Fatima and Oliva helped. Oliva spoke to the Bolivian woman who spoke to the Sudanese girl in Portuguese, then translated back. Fatima spoke to the Moroccan girl in Arabic, who translated in Portuguese to the Pakistani girl and back.

"Edgar, it seems a mighty big coincidence that the slaves we wanted free just happened to be these women who were sitting on the side of the road when you drove by delivering our donations to the church," Master said.