My Voyage of Submission Ch. 04

"I was thinking the same thing myself, boss. Damn big coincidence. By the way, we managed to keep a few more clothes in their sizes from being donated. Mrs. Kline has them."

I thought it more than a coincidence myself; however, I kept my mouth shut since the women were now free and people had died, bad people sure, but nonetheless citizens of a foreign country we were visiting. Even a whisper might bring trouble down on us and I wasn't going to be the source of that trouble. Master hadn't known and Edgar and whoever he used would never speak of it, plausible deniability and all. I wondered about the logistics of it, since one of the men had spoken Portuguese to the slaves and we didn't have any crew who spoke Portuguese. This was one thing I was willing to let my curiosity take a hike on.

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It was a different sort of dinner we had that night. The five freed slaves were nervous as hell to be sitting at a table, and looked as if they wanted to drop to their knees and cower on the deck. Aside from Master at one end of the table and Björn at the other end, there were no men seated at the table. There were two of the new women on one side and three on the other, and they were seated at least one woman from either of the two men seated. I was to Master's right, with three of the women on my side with Fatima and Lynn separating them from the Captain. Francesca and Belle to Master's left, with two of the freed slaves, then Hannah and Angelique before Björn. Reggie, Darla and Jìngyi were serving.

"Fatima, would you please introduce us to our new guests?"

Fatima stood behind the Bolivian girl and said, "This is Beatriz, from La Paz, Bolivia. I made her brief acquaintance in the slave cages in Venezuela." She repeated the introduction in Spanish and Beatriz repeated it in Portuguese for the others. Fatima moved down to the next one. "This is Ateefah, from Pakistan near the Afghani border. She is the newest of the slaves, at eleven months. Her name means 'Affectionate and Passionate'. Like most of the women taken from Muslim countries, she was a virgin when taken." She repeated herself in Spanish and Beatriz repeated her words for the others. Ateefah began crying. Fatima moved to the girl next to me. "This is Maahnoor. She was taken three years ago in Tangiers, Morocco by Mahmoud's men. I have that in common with her. Her name means 'Light of the Moon'. All three of these women were owned by Rodrigo."

Fatima moved to me, putting her hands on my shoulders. She said something in Spanish and I recognized my name and Master's. Everything was repeated by Beatriz. The women looked at me in amazement. Apparently, I had been outed as a voluntary slave and they could not understand why anyone would willingly do what they'd been forced into. She moved to Master and introduced him in Spanish. She did the same with Francesca, who was a double oddity, both a slave and a Mistress in her own right. They stared even longer at her than they did me. Belle received less attention than Francesca, probably because she more like me except a voluntary submissive to a woman. She reached the next slave. "This woman's name is Sahar, which means 'Awakening. She was taken from Oman four years ago as a virgin. She was cruelly used by her first Master for a few months, brutalizing her in unimaginable ways, before being sold to Tadeo. She will have the most trouble adjusting to her freedom because of the length and debauched nature of her enslavement."

She moved to the last woman. "This is Hibbah, meaning 'gift .' She was taken two and a half years ago in the Sudan, by Mahmoud, and was later sold to Tadeo. She too was a virgin when she was captured." She repeated the introductions in Spanish for Beatriz to translate. "Unfortunately being Muslim is another way for them to be kept in slavery, particularly if their families are conservative. Even if their family is found, they may not be able to return to them. Their families may be unwilling to accept them because their slavery has ruined them in the eyes of their society and dishonored their families. They are viewed as unfit to be married because they're no longer virgins. The family often believes they should have committed suicide before allowing such a dishonor; consequently, they may feel compelled to kill them for the dishonor they've brought upon the family, despite knowing they had no choice in their slavery." She did not repeat this last thing in Spanish for Beatriz to translate because it was too horrible to contemplate.

Fatima completed the remaining introductions in Spanish, waiting for Beatriz to translate for the others, and then sat down.

Conversation at the table was limited because we couldn't speak without translation. As we quietly ate, Jìngyi and Darla served the food. They were as friendly and soft spoken as they could be, kindly putting a hand on a shoulder or arm and giving it a friendly squeeze as they did. Just as Fatima had the first time she'd eaten with us, all of the women ate one helping and then stopped. It wasn't until Fatima had a second helping and invited the women to do the same that they tentatively took more, apprehensively looking around as if they expected to be chastised at any second. My heart bled for them.

Near the end of the meal Master asked Fatima, "Could you please ask them if they'd allow our medics to give them a full examination to determine if they need medical attention?" Fatima explained to Master that it would be simpler for her to just tell them that she would be bringing them all for their medical exams at 0800 tomorrow, because they were used to obeying instructions and wouldn't be able to imagine having a choice. Master agreed with her assessment, so Fatima explained the plan to the women.

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While Fatima helped Professor Kline speak to the young women, Master had another mandatory, all hands, evolution on the sundeck before we weighed anchor for São Paulo.

He explained to the crew that the five new women aboard ship were recently freed slaves, like Fatima, and for the foreseeable future, would need to be treated like Fatima. He made it clear that no one was to raise their voices or be threatening in any way. He told them how hard it might be for the women to adapt to life aboard the ship because none of them spoke English and their native tongues included Spanish, Arabic, Urdu and a Sudanese dialect, so they were only able to communicate amongst themselves by speaking Brazilian Portuguese. He expounded further, telling them how long they'd been enslaved, how all had been virgins when first violated, and how they might not even be able to return to their families.

"We just don't know how traumatized they all are. Given that some of them have been slaves longer than Fatima, we can assume it's probably bad, though from outward appearances, none seem to have been beaten as badly as she was."

"I'm restricting public sex, punishment, and nudity until Dr. Kline says the women are cleared to witness it. That includes leashing and leading the women around. We'll still hold the morning drawings, but please take the women back to your room or somewhere private as our newcomers may not understand. I am sorry for all the foofaraw James, but my slave is available now in her quarters if you wish."

I took James and led him to my quarters.

"What am I allowed to do? I don't want to offend you, Miss Beth."

"You're entitled to one orgasm of your own devising," I said, "and may use any part of me to accomplish it."

"Can I get you to suck me for a bit, then fuck you?"

"You have free reign as long as you only cum once," I replied.

James had me suck him until he was good and hard. Then he had me ride him, sliding up and down his big firm cock, while he played with my breasts. I was impressed, in addition to sporting a big cock, James was beginning to show some sexual expertise he hadn't shown before. I would guess the women had been showing him what they liked and he was putting it into practice. I was cumming a lot and enjoying every second.

"Can I cum in your ass?" He asked.

"You may. Would you like me to adjust my position slightly or do you want to take me from behind?"

"You can adjust your position. Women say it's easier if they ride at their own pace."

I leaned down and kissed him. "Listen to what they tell you and you'll get laid more often."

He grinned up at me. "I know."

"You dog, you. Just do me a favor and don't turn into Chaney. He's too predatory."

I rose off his slick dick and moved so he was aimed at my back door. I slowly lowered myself over his shaft. Oh my, he was big.

In five minutes, he arched off the bed and deep into my rectum as he orgasmed, his cock pulsing with each jet of cum he bathed me with. He didn't lose much hardness after he climaxed and I could easily have fucked him again, but it wasn't allowed. I sighed and got up, getting a warm cloth to wipe us both with.

I was gently wiping his cock when he said, "Miss Beth, can I ask you a question?"

"Shoot."

"Is it true the women might not get to go home?"

"It's a possibility. Sometimes their own families attempt to kill them for dishonoring the family."

"Why? They didn't have any choice in what happened."

"True, but they believe a woman should kill herself before submitting to rape. Even if they can go home, life can be pretty hard for them. They may never have a normal life of getting married and having children; since they are no longer virgins, many men from their villages, with rigid religious beliefs, won't take them as a wife."

"It doesn't seem right."

"It's not right, on so many different levels."

"Could I marry one?"

"Do you have any idea of what you'd be getting into?" I started helping him to dress.

"Like what?"

"It would likely be very complicated. All of these women been traumatized by their experiences. If you were to marry one of them, she would probably engage freely in any kind of sex you want, but it might almost be as performing seal instead of a loving partner who is making love with you. Coming from a religious background, she might afterwards sink into a depression because she doesn't come to you pure, especially if she cares for you. It's also possible that if she ever ran into a male Dominant, especially one who recognized the submission beaten into her, that he could order her to have sex with him and she might comply out of fear."

"Can they ever get better?"

"Maybe, not having the bonds of a supportive family makes it more difficult, but with a lot of time and love it's possible."

"Everyone on the ship could be her family."

"You know what goes on here, James. It may be quasi normal for us, but we are a very twisted sort of family. That is why Master doesn't allow public sex or punishment with us now, or for us to be naked. It's a reminder of their trauma."

I began ushering him out of the room. Master was seated with his other two slaves in one of the chair groupings, getting ready to speak to Miranda. A naked and freshly bald Francesca was squirming while sitting on his lap being fondled.

"Did you have a good time, James?" Master asked.

"I always do, Joshua."

"Good. You do good work for me and I appreciate it."

I led him to the door and let him out. I used the bidet to tidy up, before joining them.

"That took longer than usual, Beth?"

"He's becoming a better lover, not in a rush to finish, taking his cues from the best lover on the ship." I smiled at him, "Plus he had questions about the new slaves."

"What kind of questions?"

"He asked what their lives are going to be like and if he could marry one, sir."

"Which one?"

"He didn't say. At the moment, I think it was more a general question, than a specific one. He feels sorry for them knowing they might not be able to go home, sir. I told him marrying one would be more complicated than marrying a normal girl."

"The fact he even asked is interesting. I'm a little worried about them myself. Miranda should be calling any minute now. Come sit beside me."

"Yes, Master." I kissed both him and Francesca and sat beside them, calling Belle to sit with me so we could cuddle. Francesca was became hot and bothered by the time Miranda called. Master did know his way around a slave's cunt.

"Good evening, my love," Master said. "Hannah got you the information before you left the office?"

"Yes, Master, having the names and countries helped us identify them very quickly. They were all kidnapped. Hannah mentioned how you acquired them."

"Yes, an odd coincidence, I think."

"We got hold of Beatriz's parents and they were ecstatic to hear their daughter had been found. We've helped clear the way, so they're flying into São Paulo the day after tomorrow and will come to the ship to get them, sir. Hannah told me where you'd be berthed, in...." Miranda looked down at a paper in her hand, "Ponta da Praia in Gaurujá.

"Please tell me you told them that she won't be the same person."

"I didn't speak to them, Master. An aide who spoke Spanish spoke to them. I'll try to get hold of them tomorrow and tell them."

"It's very important that you do. They should speak to Professor Kline, he can explain everything to them. Do they speak English at all?"

"I'm unsure, sir."

"Then I'll have either Mrs. Kline or Fatima assist. Fatima might be able to help them understand."

"Yes, sir."

"Do you see this lovely woman sitting on my lap?"

"Yes, sir."

"She's your new sister slave, the bottom bitch for the moment, though she wants to move up in the world. She hopes to put someone else at the bottom, taking her place."

She's not wearing a collar, sir."

"Not yet. We delayed her ceremony due to the addition of five other damaged young women aboard ship. I think four of them are scared to go home because they don't know what to expect if they return home. Is that not a miserable thing, to not know if you're welcome to come home after suffering the worst kind of brutality there is? I sometimes think the world has turned to shit. Is Peter there?"

"Yes, Master."

"We're going to have a contest, Miranda, wife against brand new slave. Peter can fuck you, but you can't cum for fifteen minutes. You'll receive ten swats with the Enforcer each time you cum before the fifteen minutes is up; but, it will be reduced by ten swats each time Francesca does during the same fifteen minutes. Those ten swats will go to her instead, but the opposite is also true. In other words, every time Francesca cums she earns ten, but each time you cum it's reduced by ten. Do you understand, Francesca?" She nodded. "I suppose the perfect scenario would be for neither of you to cum or for you both to orgasm exactly the same number of times. Any discrepancy will result in one or the other of you being punished. The loser also has to wear the Slave Trainer until the battery dies. Set up your phone Miranda. Pete, I want you to turn your magic wand loose on Miranda while I release the beast on Francesca but remember I need you to last for at least fifteen minutes buddy. Belle, a warning, you earn half of whatever your Mistress earns."

"No problem, Mr. G.," Pete said. "Yes, Master," three slaves said.

I didn't think either of them was going to last fifteen minutes. I don't think it's possible for a slave to go fifteen minutes without orgasm during a good fucking. The only question was who would cum more; the experienced slave or the new one, who's sexuality was just getting dialed up but had not been fully trained yet. Master pulled off his pants, already hard. He bent Francesca over the chair and placed his cock at the entrance her stimulated cunt, dripping from Master's manipulation of her. Pete did the same, though Miranda was on her hands and knees on the floor.

"On the count of three, Pete: One, two, three." Both men plunged to the root in their respective cunt. Worked to fever pitch, Francesca came immediately as he penetrated her. She didn't even try pretending not to cum. Miranda followed almost a minute later. Master started stroking Francesca's clit as he fucked her, setting off another explosive orgasm. It only took thirty seconds longer for Miranda on her second. Pete was playing with her dangling fun bags.

"Come on, slaves. At this rate you're both going to cum eight times or more," Master said. "What about not climaxing for fifteen minutes, you disobedient girls. If you cum more than five times you'll both wear a Slave Trainer, regardless of who wins, though the loser gets it twice as long."

Francesca mewled and shivered. Master had a thumb playing with her back door. She whimpered when it plunged through the crinkled gate. His other hand was still stroking the top of her slit, zeroed in on her button. She climaxed a third time. So did Miranda, and it was about eight minutes in.

Belle and I started to kiss and she pulled my hand down to her lap. "You don't have permission to cum, Belle. Fight it." From then on, she was content with my hands playing with her breasts instead as we kissed. She was nice enough to play with mine. I kept my eye on the time.

Francesca held out a little longer for the fourth one. I could see the strain and concentration on her face. Miranda actually climaxed the fourth time first. Master increased the speed of his fucking and pushed his thumb deeper in her bum causing Francesca to catch up and have the fifth one before Miranda did. She moaned harder when she had the sixth, knowing no matter what, she would be wearing the Slave Trainer. I don't think Belle realized yet she'd be wearing it too, just half as long. Miranda had her fifth.

The fifteen minutes was nearly over. Miranda was working hard to save herself from the Slave Trainer, trying to hold out until the fifteen minutes was up. Francesca was straining hard to hang on, maybe letting Miranda catch up so the punishment was equal. If she lost, she'd wear it twice as long and Belle had already warned her she'd hated it more than her whipping.

Master was driving deep and hard with each stroke of his shaft. His cock was coated in Francesca's cum. Ten seconds before fifteen minutes expired, Francesca climaxed a seventh time. Miranda hit her sixth around the same time, Pete growling and filling Miranda's cunt with his cum a minute later. Miranda climaxed a seventh time when he did, but it was after fifteen minutes. Master lasted a minute longer than Peter did and Francesca climaxed an eighth time shortly after he started pumping his cream in her pussy. It had been a good fucking. Francesca had cum eight times which was good, but she had earned two charges of the Slave Trainer which was very bad. Ten strokes with The Enforcer wouldn't be horrible, but Francesca wasn't used to it yet.

"You lost. I guess you're still bottom bitch, Francesca. Miranda, you don't get a spanking, but you will wear a Slave Trainer, until it dies, for cumming six times after I told you not to cum at all for fifteen minutes. While you wear it, I'll expect you to make Maria cum ten times. She doesn't have to pleasure you in return."

"Yes, Master. I'm sorry I'm such a horny slut."

Master laughed. "Good night, wife. We'll talk tomorrow." He killed the call. "Beth, please pull out three Slave Trainers and The Enforcer. Belle, please lick both of us clean. Start with your Mistress. She's dripping more than I am."

By the time I returned, Belle had started on Master and was getting a lot of her Mistresses juices at the same time. I handed everything to Master and he set all but the Enforcer on the bed.

"Belle, we'll start with you, since you're right here."

"Me, Master?"

"Weren't you paying attention. I told you, you earned half of everything your Mistress did. Perhaps you should have been rooting and cheering her on instead of canoodling with my other slave. You've earned five swats and a full charge of the Slave Trainer."