My Voyage of Submission Ch. 06

"My slavery is not like yours. We established rules beforehand and I can stop Master from doing anything which does not abide by our rules." They all looked at each other at this revelation. "I may leave him at any time he does not follow the rules. There are limits to what he can do and he does not own me, but I grant him permission to do some things which on the whole, I enjoy."

"Is it the same for you?" Maahnoor asked Francesca and Belle and they answered affirmatively.

Ateefah asked if any man would marry me now I'd been spoiled.

"In most western societies, women aren't normally expected to be pure when they're married. It's part of the conflict between western and Muslim societies. They want women to be modest and remain pure until marriage and we don't care. It's not important to us.

"Your societies believe that we, through our television, music, movies, will corrupt your women and make them lose their beliefs and become as 'immoral' as we are. I don't consider myself immoral. It is only another way for people to live their life. Most western men know that the women they marry won't be pure and have no problem with it. I may never get married. My Master married someone else, at my request, who is also submissive like me. I would not marry anyone other than him. He cannot marry more than one woman, but I love him as if I was married and his wife doesn't mind me or anyone else Master has sex with. If you remain on the ship long enough, you may meet her. It was more necessary for her to marry than me. I do not mind sharing Master with another woman. I love my Master and love his wife."

"How will you have children if you're not married," Sahar asked through Fatima.

"I can have children without being married. Single women can have children without shame in my society."

"I am now disgraced," Maahnoor said. "No man will marry me and I must raise my child on my own. I don't even know how my parents will react."

"While it is true many men of your own villages or towns may not marry you because of what happened to you, there are men, even Muslim men, who would be more accepting of your circumstances. They would realize you had no control over what happened to you and it's not your fault. Two men on the ship have even asked me about it. They were wondering about the possibility of marrying any of you."

"Who?" Fatima asked, before she even translated, then quickly told the others what I'd said. They were intrigued as well.

"I would not say. It is up to the men to declare themselves to the women they might choose," I said. "I do not know who they are interested in. I told them it would be difficult because of what happened to you."

"Because we are impure?" Ateefah asked, "Or are now bearing another man's children?"

"No, they would not care too much about that. Because what was done to you traumatized you and will make it harder for you to be yourself again, to live your life the way you did before."

"Do they also want us as slaves?" Sahar asked. "To treat us as those other pigs did?"

"I do not know the hearts of these men, but I believe them to be good men who would treat you as wives instead of slaves. It is more important for now, you learn to live as women and not as slaves. That is my worry. It may be hard for you to live as free women again and not react as slaves. What happened to you before, you had no control over. But you may not believe you have control now. You're scared and timid, thinking it can happen again. If a man ordered you to have sex with him, you might still be compelled to do so. Even if he asked, you may not be able to refuse. That is why my Master said they are not to ask you for sex, and his people must refuse if you ask them for sex.

"Ask your own heart if this might be true. If you were married and obeyed this order, it would be more difficult for your husband. We can often forgive and forget what our loved ones did before our marriage, but not what they do within our marriage. Until you know what you would do, you might cause more harm to your husband, your marriage and yourself. Ask yourself how you would feel if you loved your husband and had sex with another man because you were ordered to obey him. That is the danger of what happened to you. You might not have control of your actions in the future because of your past, not the past itself. Your ability to refuse to obey has been beaten out of you. That is what scares me about anyone marrying you currently. That in your hearts, you are still slaves and could not be a good wife."

The others nodded thoughtfully when told.

"Even having been freed longer than the others, it is part of my fear as well," Fatima said. "I'm still afraid of every strange man I see, that he will see the brand I carry and make me a slave again. That if I'm ordered to obey something, I will do it, even if I don't want to. Your Master was wise to tell everyone to refuse me sex. I would have obeyed any order I was given."

She also told the others what she told me, and they understood her fear.

"Part of the reason we want you to learn English is so we can communicate more easily and recognize when you're stronger. We will know when it is safe to let you take control of your own life. Even now, Master is controlling his crew to your benefit. When he's sure you have control yourself and can tell anyone you're not interested in them is when your life becomes your own. But for now, we don't know if you aren't obeying someone because you don't understand them, or because you don't want to."

"You don't think sex with other women is a sin?" Hibbah asked. "You said you also have sex with your Master's wife?"

After the translation, I replied, "I don't, no. Realistically, I will have sex with anyone my Master allows me to. I do love his wife and there is more of a connection with her, but I don't restrict my sex with women to her alone. I enjoy sex with everyone. I realize many other people in the world still believe it is wrong for people of the same gender to have sex with each other. I personally believe that we are as God made us. If this is the way God made me, why fight the way I feel. Should anyone be denied the right to love and be loved because of how they feel for another person? I do not expect everyone to believe the way I do, as we're all entitled to our own beliefs. Just don't try to force me to believe as you do."

I waited to see if anyone had further questions. No one did.

Fatima did have one last remark, however. "I would like to see you punished some time."

"If you wish to be a Dominant to Pierre, you will have to learn at some point, and should witness it being done."

"Thank you for answering our questions."

"You're welcome. I will always try to be honest with you."

They all left. "Does someone really want to marry them?" Francesca asked.

"I don't think they were motivated by feelings of love. They barely know the women and can't speak to them to get to know them. A couple of them realize how difficult life will be for them and feel sorry. I applaud their instincts because I understand them, but I worry if they would be doing it for the right reason. They do seem like good young men, so I don't worry they want sex slaves of their own. Neither one of them surveyed as particularly Dominant."

Francesca and Belle went to get ready for their ceremony this evening. I finished my Hogan's Alley scenario, but I wasn't as exhausted as I was before, so it got easier. When I finished, I went up to shower. I still had enough time to finish up my translations.

* * * * *

Three slaves were being bonded today, or perhaps two and a half. Belle was already a slave to her Mistress. Master was being added as an overlord of sorts. Fatima had the ducklings out. The crew greeted each of them gently. A couple had bothered to look up Hello and Good Evening in Portuguese and said those greetings in their second tongue. The women appeared curious about the men who greeted them, looking at each one carefully and I realized they were trying to figure out who might be interested in a marriage, and to whom. Every word, every action, had meaning to them and I wondered if I should have kept my mouth shut instead of telling them of the inquiries. I think Maahnoor and Ateefah, as the pregnant women, were most interested, even if they felt the child they carried made them the least desirable.

I was certain Master would do the same for the others as he had for Beatriz, so they wouldn't be destitute raising a child alone. I greeted everyone with a kiss. At 1800, Oliva knelt down before her husband and was acknowledged a slave. Herman buckled the leather collar around her neck. I think it confused the ducklings as Herman had been working to get them through their own trauma, yet was taking a slave for himself. Sahar actually came over with Fatima to ask.

"Isn't that man against slavery? Why would he take a slave for himself?"

"The woman is his wife, and she wanted to be a slave more than he wanted or needed one for himself. But he also knows if she wants a Master and he refuses to be one, she might seek another. It is a very strong need we feel to submit, if that is what we want. He is Dominant enough to be the Master she needs and she knows he would never do anything to harm her. Better she finds what she wants with him than someone who would not treat her well.

"Our nurse, Sherry, also had a very strong desire to submit. Her fiancée, Manuel, could not be the Master she needed. Rather than risk losing her completely, both of them chose to submit to a woman. That way, they can still be together."

"You westerners are very strange," Sahar said through Fatima.

"It's strange mostly because you couldn't choose for yourself. It was forced on you." I tried to think of an analogy which she might understand. "Let us say you were raised without knowledge of God; no Allah, no Jehovah, no Christian God and his son, Jesus. You had never heard of any of religion before. You were raised in the middle of the desert with only goats and camels, no one to teach you. One day, two men come to your tent in the desert, one Jewish, and one Christian, and they want you to believe what they believe, to follow their faith. One of them, the Christian, for example, says, 'I want you to know my faith and I will teach you all about my God and his Son who came to save us. The Rabbi will also teach you about Jehovah and Abraham, and you may listen to both of us, and decide for yourself what you wish to believe.' The Rabbi says, 'No, the Christian is wrong. He will teach you blasphemous things and your soul will be at risk. I will not give you the choice to decide. Instead, I will beat you every day until you agree my religion is right and his is wrong.' Every day, the Christian teaches you about his God and the Rabbi beats you for listening to the Christian. Even if you desired to follow the Jewish faith if you were given a choice, would you feel good about the Rabbi beating you every day to force you to believe he was right?"

After listening, Sahar had to say she would probably hate the Rabbi, even if she liked his religion more.

"That story is not about Jewish and Christians, or any religion at all, but about choice. The slavers were the Rabbi in this example. It didn't make any difference what you wanted or if you wanted any religion at all. The slavers beat you until you obeyed and refused them nothing. My Master is like the Christian in this example. He told me I have a choice. I can do as he asks within the limits I set for myself, or I can leave. I do not have to follow him at all. I can choose not to have any Master, or choose someone else.

"You might never choose any Master, never have chosen slavery for yourself. We are all different people. Or if you chose one, it might be someone completely different, but you should not be compelled to accept one, ever. You might even choose to have a slave yourself, and as long as you don't compel their slavery and they choose you willingly, it is not a bad thing. One of the crew has offered his submission to Fatima and if and when she is ready to be responsible for another life, she can accept his slavery, and that won't be a bad thing."

When Fatima got to that part of the translation, Sahar stared at Fatima. It was not something she expected to hear. Fatima nodded and continued.

"That is what the slavers did to you and why I can accept my slavery, because I got to choose it. Oliva got to decide if she wants a Master, and who her Master is. He can choose to accept her offer of submission or not. Oliva was not beaten until she accepted a Master. She loves her husband and chooses to submit to him, to give of herself. I think she will be happier this way."

They stayed with me as Francesca knelt to my Master and had a permanent collar placed on her. Belle also received a narrow collar from Master. It was placed above Francesca's collar, but was smaller than hers. I explained that situation as well.

"Belle loves Francesca and chose to bond to her Mistress, to surrender her will and submit to Francesca for her love. But Francesca, while being Dominant to Belle, desires submission to my Master. I don't think Francesca loves him yet, although she is fond of him, respects him and desires his touch. Master has agreed Francesca could keep her own slave, even if she is submissive herself and she will make most of the decisions for her slave, but Master will have some say in what Belle will do, as long as it does not violate the rules she made with Francesca."

"Will both of them have sex with your Master?" Sahar asked. "Do you not care? Do you not love him?"

"Yes, they will have sex with Master and with me too. I love him a great deal, but I do not care who Master has sex with, as long as I am one of those people. Master makes sure I receive sufficient sex for my needs, which are great. I greatly enjoy sex, especially with my Master, but I enjoy it with others, too."

Now the slaves were collared, their Masters led them to people and introduced them, still staying away from leashes, but taking them by the hand. When Master led Francesca and Belle to me, I hugged and kissed them both, welcoming them as my sisters and telling Master he made a good choice. They were both intelligent and beautiful women who would enrich our lives. Fatima kept translating so Sahar was privy to everything we said. People started lining up for the food. I saw Pierre had made some kabobs and a rice dish which the ducklings might recognize somewhat even though they were from four different countries.

At the end of a splendid meal, Fatima asked to speak on the loudspeaker to the crew. Master gave her the microphone and turned it on. In halting and broken English, Fatima had her four ducklings thank the crew for helping to save them and for looking after them. Some of the crew started clapping, which turned into everyone clapping, with a few shouts of 'you're welcome' and 'you deserve protection' and even an 'I'm sorry you ever went through this'. They shyly smiled in acknowledgment of the cheers, especially when Fatima told them what was being said.

Belle found Professor Kline and his new slave, going away with them when they left. Master, Francesca and I found Darla, spending another night trying to figure out why she was so unique.

* * * * *

The following morning found Francesca and me wearing strapless vibrators, double penetrating Darla while she sucked Master's cock. We women were all cumming frequently, Darla most often as every one of her erogenous zones was being played with. I was in her cunt, nibbling on her nipples; Francesca was fucking the booty. Darla was moaning like a Siamese cat in heat, muffled only by the prick filling her mouth. Even after Master climaxed, Darla continued to thrust back against our phallic attachments, wanting more. I think she could have gone all morning long if Master had allowed it.

"Enough, Darla. You're worse than a slave. I've never met anyone who wanted to fuck as much as you do."

I took one last suck on a puckered bud before she reluctantly dis-impaled herself from our vibrating toys.

"I admit, I do love a good fucking and I've seldom had a better one than the last one." She bent down and kissed me. "That was a marvelous idea, Beth."

"You're welcome. I know we moved last night, Master. Where did we drop anchor?"

"Off Praia do Pinho beach near Baineário Camboriu, Brazil. Praia do Pinho means Pine Beach, and it's run by the Brazilian chapter of the International Naturist Federation. I thought a day of rest and relaxation for the crew would be good before heading to Buenos Aires. Some of them will be doing some scuba diving, but you're going to the beach. It is not a clothing optional beach. You must be nude. Also, unless you're a member of the International Naturist Federation, there are no single men allowed, so our bodyguards will each need a woman with them. Since they must also be nude and can't cover firearms with clothing, I'm going with five of the nastiest and toughest looking men, meaning Jake, Art, Chaney, Ethan and Edgar. The Professor and Oliva will be joining us. It will be her first time on a nude beach.

"I'm told almost anything goes. If that is the case, you can expect to thank your escort with sex on the beach. If no one else is fucking on the beach, you'll reward them when we return to the ship. Since Sherry and Angelique can't fuck them, that means my three slaves will be doing double duty, as I expect to be rewarded as well."

"You can sign me up for fucking someone, Joshua," Darla said. "I'd prefer fucking on the beach, because I'm a bit of an exhibitionist, but if someone needs a fucking, I'll take care of one or two."

"Thank you, Darla. Some other men may choose to come and need female escorts as well. Whatever you want to do is up to you. We'll make the announcement at morning muster."

"More fucking today, I can't wait. You just warmed me up," Darla said. "This is good."

We all laughed. "Speaking of warming up," Master said, "my two slaves require their morning spanking. Francesca, you first, Beth second. While I'm spanking Beth, you and Darla shower, no fucking around. We need to eat breakfast before muster."

"Yes, sir."

Master deposited ten stiff swats to Francesca's bottom and they left for the head. Master kissed me before I draped myself over his lap. He laid ten good ones on, then kissed me again. We got up, brushed our teeth and took care of other morning needs, including washing the strapless vibrators while Darla and Francesca finished their shower. Darla left immediately after her shower. Francesca put everything back on their chargers and made Master's bed.

At breakfast, Fatima was dragging, saying she'd been up most of the night, during our move from São Paulo.

"Are you learning a lot about sailing?" I asked.

"Mostly I'm learning about getting the Captain coffee. I was able to watch what he did, but he didn't really explain anything. Every twenty or thirty minutes he sent me to the galley for more coffee. Sometimes he wasn't even finished with the last cup before he asked for another."

"You were sailing at night. I suppose he wanted to be alert," I said.

"I suppose. I am learning a lot about the engines. Kelly has been good about helping me learn about the diesels."

None of the Dominants were fondling their slaves during the meal yet. It felt good to be naked though. Belle and Oliva came in laughing and giggling with Herman looking satisfied trailing behind. Sahar once again approached us with Fatima.

Fatima translated, "I think I understand what you mean about choice. I have never seen a happy slave before. You are all happy, filled with joy. Even the new ones. I was never happy in four years of slavery."

"Because you never wished this for yourself. You wanted something different in your life. Everyone should be able to live the life they wish. I hope the rest of your life is better than the past four years," Master replied.