My Voyage of Submission Ch. 08

The other Department Heads started looking at each other, wondering what Pierre would say. They didn't wait long.

"Yes, Mistress." The front of his boxers tented more and a small, liquid spot appeared at the tip. Pierre was eating this up and I suspected he'd be eating something else before the night ended.

"You'll be presented to the crew as a new slave tomorrow."

"Of course, Mistress. Thank you."

Master said, "Is there anything else which should be mentioned and addressed for the good order of the ship and crew."

The Captain stood up, pulling Lynn up beside him. "Well, this lovely lady has agreed to be my wife," Björn said. "We'll be doing a little shopping for wedding rings tomorrow. Except for certain slaves, Lynn's now off limits to other folks."

Björn pushed Lynn's torso forward and down against the table and ripped off her underwear, throwing her skirt over her hips. He freed his cock and pushed into her, making Lynn squeal, then quickly moan.

"My apologies to the ladies present, but I'm staking my claim now so everyone knows she's mine."

Björn started fucking her hard, but Lynn wasn't protesting, she was loving it and letting everyone know.

"Fuck me, you Norse bastard. Plug my cunt and make me yours. That's it, you fucker, bang me harder."

She climaxed, giving off an earthy moan.

"I told you to be careful what you told me, Lynn. I do listen to you," Björn said, rocking the whole table as he plunged hard into her.

Everyone was laughing, even Sahar once she could read what was said. The other ducklings looked a little confused, but it was easy to see Lynn wasn't upset at all.

"Give it to me, Björn. Fuck your fiancée to a fare thee well. Deposit your sperm in me and claim me."

Lynn orgasmed again, shortly before the Captain groaned and deposited a full load up her cunt. When he pulled out, he ordered Sherry and Manuel to clean their Mistress, which they both did, giving her a third orgasm in the process.

"Any questions," Björn said, tucking his prick away.

"No," Ethan said, "I'd consider that stake claimed." The other men laughed and agreed Lynn had indeed been claimed.

"God, I love you," Lynn said, panting, standing up and pulling down her skirt.

"Not God, but damn close to it," Björn replied. "You can call me Björn or Captain though."

Lynn laughed, stretched up and laid a big one on his lips, clutching his body to hers.

"Joshua, Beth led me to believe I have a job with you after this voyage is over," Lynn said, holding Björn's arm.

"Yes, it's true. I didn't realize there was a rush in telling you, that a whole marriage proposal was riding on the information, but you're employed as long as Miranda is in politics, or as long as you want the job."

"Joshua, you and your slave have made my life complete," Lynn said. "Two months ago, I was a miserable, overweight, ex-housewife who was looking at her future with despair. Learning what I did about myself and you inviting me on this cruise were the best things to happen to me since I had my children. I cannot thank you enough for all you've done for me. Would you do me the honor of giving me away at my wedding? And Beth, would you be my Maid of Honor?"

We both answered affirmatively.

"When would you like to be married?" Master asked. "Do we have time to plan one, or will this be a rush job like my own?"

"Björn and I haven't had time to discuss when, but I'd like to have my children present when I marry this wonderful man."

"Would it be an imposition to anyone if we held the wedding in Norway?" Björn said. "I've got a brother and sister and their families who I'd like to attend. I know we plan to be there in a couple months anyway."

"Norway seems a lovely place to get married to me," Lynn said. "We can fly my kids into Oslo."

"Norway it is," Master said. "Anything else or can we actually get to eating now?"

"I think we've dealt with most everything which was pending, Joshua," Hannah said. "I've received the rules from the BDSM club you and Herman are attending with your slaves. Would you like to know what they are?"

"Oh, yes. I definitely don't want any more surprises."

"As you'd already verified, you can bring bodyguards, three of them, one for every two of you, and they can come with you into the club, though no firearms. Slaves are to be naked in the club. There is a no speaking unless spoken to rule. If violated, the one who the slave speaks to, may have an oral orgasm from the slave who spoke and the slave will be punished ten strokes with a cat, but her Dominant may deliver the punishment. Slaves bodies may be petted and stroked by any Dominant present to orgasm, but may not be fucked without the permission of the owner/Dominant except for the no speaking rule. The usual rules about cameras. No one else can punish your slave in any way without your permission.

"I don't see anything in here which would be much different than any other club. They do have a slave exchange. If you wish to participate, your slave's collar is placed in a blind barrel and owners can reach in and grab a collar and the slave to whom the collar belongs is theirs for thirty minutes. There's no provision regarding the sex of the slave or Dominant, so if you should happen to grab a male slave's collar, you're stuck with him."

"Edgar, you and any two others you think can handle any problems which might crop up."

"Sure boss. Just in case, I might have another couple armed ones remain with the limo and wear radio devices. I'm still a bit worried we don't know who in South America is nabbing women here."

"I defer to your expertise. Any problem bringing in Beth's iPads for her surveys, Hannah?"

"Since they have a camera, I would imagine you'd need special dispensation from the club, maybe have someone to witness the survey is being taken and no photos are. I could call ahead and check."

"Please do. I'll offer twenty thousand pesos to the club and a thousand to anyone who takes the survey. They can monitor so they can see no photos are taken. Herman, will you be gagging Oliva to ensure she doesn't speak out of turn or take your chances?"

He looked at Oliva and smiled. "I guess she can take her chances like the rest of them will."

"It's up to you. Just know it might be a little jolting to see your wife's lips wrapped around another cock. Mine speak limited Spanish, so they wouldn't understand most of what's said to them anyway, but Oliva speaks it as a native."

"If she's careless enough to speak, we'll find out, and I'll double her punishment for being so negligent."

"Yes, Master," Oliva said, smiling.

"We leave at 1930. If you have anything to do before then, get to it."

I got up to shower and put on some make up. I'd be wearing something until we reached the club which I'd find in the locker before departing the ship. Sahar put a hand on my arm and said, "Wait," in English.

"Yes, Sahar?"

"When, tomorrow?" Also in English. "When you and me sex together?"

My she was picking it up remarkably fast. I held up all my fingers but one. "Nine, tomorrow morning."

"Want you, like Fatima."

I smiled. "Better than Fatima."

She grinned. "Plus, many questions."

"Honest answers to many questions."

She bowed her head slightly. I squeezed her hand and rushed off.

* * * * *

I was wearing a skin tight top which my nipples practically poked through, with a deep, deep neckline plunging below my navel, and short skirt which barely covered my crotch when I left the ship. Francesca and Belle were similarly dressed. Oliva was slightly more conservatively dressed because she hadn't packed slutty slave clothes when they planned the trip. She didn't have any undergarments and she would be just as naked inside the club. There was a stretch limo waiting for us when we disembarked, no driver. Edgar got behind the wheel. Master had a bag with six iPads and an assortment of toys he wanted to use on us.

Thomas and Jake would be going inside the club with Edgar. Ethan and Rafael would be waiting outside in the limo with enough hand weapons for all of the men but Herman and two automatic rifles. All of our bodyguards were wearing earpieces so they could speak to each other. Our other big guy, Art, was staying on board the ship to keep undesirables off, with Fred, Chaney, Vincent, Henry and Buck as backup, with guns close to hand and Roberta up on the top deck as overwatch.

"You don't usually have so much firepower in evidence when we're in port, Master. Do you know something I don't?"

"I probably know lots of things you don't, but not about this, no. Edgar is right. We don't know a lot right now, but Pinho de Praia threw a little scare into me. There was no reason for the slavers to pick on us. We gave them plenty of reasons to pick on someone else; big group, lots of bodyguards, but they did anyway. It's almost as if they were looking for us, perhaps expecting us. I don't know why they would. It was only a suggestion by Rodrigo that it was a nice, popular nude beach to visit, and we might have skipped it altogether, but they saw a chance and took it. That makes me nervous. I have a lot of females on my ship now, more than I usually have, plus nabbing a billionaire would pay off big. If this were London or Paris, I might not be so jumpy.

"We had the Brazilian National Police contact Argentina for us and Miranda has indicated to the Argentine government I might be acting on behalf of the US government regarding a Human Trafficking issue in addition to my normal business affairs, but something seems off to Edgar and I've learned to trust his instincts."

"You weren't this cautious in Montevideo, sir," I pointed out.

"We were anchored in the harbor. I worry less when we're out in the water. We have more warning. It's more difficult to plan a sea assault. When we're tied up, all they have to do is overwhelm our gangway guard. In fact, I've had them pull it up until we're ready to come back."

"Are we in that much danger, Master?" Francesca asked.

"Normally, I'd say no, but I just don't know for sure, so I'm going to be super cautious. It's hard to pull off attacks on well armed and trained individuals. Your common criminal would give us a wide birth, but if we are in danger, I've got the crew to deal with it. Everyone is well trained. Every one with us tonight and standing guard on the ship are ex-special forces and Marine Corps. But even the regular Navy types are good folks to have on your side. I just don't want to worry about anyone else being captured by slavers. I can't imagine what would happen to the freed slaves if they were taken again. They're finally beginning to show signs of hope again. If that were dashed..."

He didn't have to say more. Sahar would die fighting or kill herself before she was taken again. It was all well and good to be a sex slave if I could stop it with a single word. Not being able to stop it at all would be a living hell. They were all emotionally scarred by what happened to them.

The ride was uneventful, as was the short walk to the club from the parking lot. How would anyone know we were coming here? I was probably worried for nothing.

This club in Buenos Aires was fairly large with a lot of members attending. Not surprising as Buenos Aires was a city of over fifteen million people in the city and Metropolitan area. One of Master's computer screens said it was the second most visited city in Latin America after Mexico City. Many of its inhabitants spoke some English in addition to Spanish. Due to the influx of Nazis after World War II, German was a fairly common language as well, as was Italian from a large influx of mostly South Italian immigrants early in the twentieth century. Adolf Eichmann had been found hiding in Argentina after the war. There were small lockers provided for clothing and personal possessions, communal showers for the slaves to clean up in.

Hannah had called ahead and Master was allowed to bring the iPads into the club under the watchful eye of a big bouncer. Not as big as Jake, but larger than anyone else. Our bodyguards were searched for weapons, but allowed in. After the slaves had removed our clothing, Master made each of us bend over his lap and he lubed up tailed butt plugs and put them into our bottoms. Belle had a raccoon tail, I had a fox tail and Francesca had a horse tail. Oliva was also given a horse tail, Herman inserting it.

"This should be familiar to you since you worked on a pony farm," Master said as he pushed it into Francesca's rectum.

"It's only the second time I've ever worn one, sir," she said. "The first was the nude beach."

"As I suspected, which is the exact reason I picked it out for you."

We also had leashes attached to our collars. An announcement was made where a thousand pesos were offered to anyone who took a confidential survey for collegiate coursework, both Dominants and submissives were invited to take it. Oliva stayed with Master and Herman to interpret if it were needed to take the survey.

After Master gave us permission to cum, Edgar, Jake and Thomas, each of them taking a leash, led us around on a tour of the club, which was built on two floors. The upper floor looked down on the center of the first floor, the social gathering part of the club. The upper floor had various scenes and BDSM equipment put out for the members use. It was a nice, well appointed club, with a lot of money put into it.

The slaves were all keeping quiet; easier to do since most people spoke to us in Spanish first. Edgar would say, "Hable Ingles," and they'd switch to English. Like every other club I'd been to thus far, they tried to trick us into speaking, as the reward for fooling us into speaking was oral sex. I'd been very careful in explaining the types of things which people might try getting us to speak, so Belle and Francesca were wise to their ruses. It didn't stop anyone from stroking and caressing naked slaves. Our guards waited patiently while we were fondled. Sometimes one of them would fondle the other slaves, but two of them were always alert.

They initially thought our bodyguards were our owners, but Edgar would explain the owner was the one offering a thousand pesos for taking my survey and we were just taking a tour. "Who is it?" they would ask and Edgar would only say a rich Norte Americano without offering a name. They asked for our names often, but Edgar warned us to use only our first names.

I was licking my juices off the fingers of one of my fondlers for the umpteenth time when he asked if my Master was entering the slave swap.

"Master hasn't informed me of his plans for me tonight," I replied honestly.

"I'd like to win you for a half hour. You have a wonderful ass I'd love to fuck."

It wasn't a question, so I said nothing. Tricky.

There was a wide variety of slaves present. Men and women of many different racial types and I suspected nationalities, but Buenos Aires was a cosmopolitan city, so it was to be expected. We were all keeping our eyes open for people who might be here involuntarily. It was the primary reason for our tour of the club. Herman and Master were watching the slaves who took the survey. We didn't have a lot to go on and we couldn't ask anyone if they were enslaved. We knew Mahmoud branded his slaves so we hoped to see something similar on anyone. Branding wasn't a common method of marking slaves. Tattooing was more common, as were some piercings, but even Miranda had a vaginal piercing, so using that as a guideline wasn't definitive.

There was one tattoo I saw fairly frequently near women's cunts I was beginning to wonder about. Tattoos were usually all about individuality, and to have the same one on so many women and in the same location made me think it wasn't just a trend. It looked like a Chinese ideogram, two characters, but the women wearing them weren't all Chinese and I didn't think there were that many Chinese speaking people in Argentina, though I knew Peru had a fairly large number. I tried to memorize what it looked like so I could draw it for Jìngyi later to see if she could tell me what it meant and asked Francesca and Belle to do the same.

We were passing through one of the alcoves on the second floor and I saw a woman on a St. Andrews cross being struck with a switch-like instrument which was leaving bright red marks on her back and buttocks. It was breaking her skin, though not horribly so. Her owner appeared to have used the switch many times before. There were old marks on her skin. I might not have noticed it if it weren't for the whipping she was enduring rather stoically, but I saw a brand. I'd seen it on Fatima, Maahnoor and Hibbah; Mahmoud's brand.

I tugged on Edgar's sleeve.

"What is it, Beth?"

"The brand on the woman being whipped looks like Mahmoud's brand."

Edgar, who'd been more interested in potential dangers to us, looked at the slave and said, "Damn!"

"Could you ask the owner what he's using on her?"

Edgar led me closer to the scene and asked, "Hable Inges?"

Definitely Mahmoud's brand.

"Yes. I speak it."

"I was wondering what you were using on the bird?"

"Bird?"

"Sorry, the Cockney coming out. The woman, your slave."

He looked me up and down. "You want to use it on your slave."

"Not my slave, but her Master might be interested to know what it is."

"It's a stingray barb," he said. "Quite effective. Slaves don't misbehave for long."

Bingo. Fucking asshole had gotten her from Mahmoud.

"I don't know. Looks like you've had to use it a few times."

"Not because she was misbehaving."

"Stingray barb, huh. I'll be sure to let her Master know."

"She doesn't look marked up at all."

"Yeah. Recently acquired. Hasn't really been punished much. That's about to change. Her new Master won't be as nice as the last one."

"Who was your Master before, slave?"

"A Mistress, sir."

"No wonder. Women are too soft, don't know how to handle slaves. Where were you taken?"

"I wasn't taken, Master. I voluntarily submitted."

"Voluntary! And she sold you?"

"I volunteered for that too, sir. She could no longer afford to keep a slave."

"If you belonged to a woman, you should know how to lick cunt, shouldn't you?"

"I'm considered a very good cunt licker, Master."

"Can she lick my slave?" he asked Edgar.

"No problem. Her Master is particular about the men she fucks, but doesn't much care about the women. Your slave looks as though she could use a little soothing. You going to leave her tied to the cross or can they use the couch. I love watching two women having sex."

"So do I. I intend to get another slave just so I can watch them fuck. I'll let her down. Have yours lie down on the couch and mine can get over her. Her back's going to be sore for awhile."

Fucker!

I obediently got on the couch while the man released his slave. When she was released, he said something to her in Spanish and she came to me and lowered herself over my mouth and began licking me. She wasn't particularly good at it, but I was needy and she did make me cum fairly quickly. I was doing my thing, doing the slow build up to her orgasm.

"I thought you said she was good at cunt licking," the man said. "My slave hasn't even cum yet and yours has already orgasmed?"

"It's this thing she does. Builds up slowly until you're ready to pop. Does the same thing with the males. Makes all the other birds scream, she does, and the best cock sucker I've ever had."

Of course, since the poor girl had just been punished severely, I was doing the best I could. It's harder to do in a sixty-nine when I didn't have full control of everything I could do, but whoever she was, she was going to scream in pleasure if I had anything to do with it. I took my time, at least fifteen minutes, cumming two more times myself, but felt her Master was getting impatient. I quickly built her to her next peak and took her over, gratified she really did scream, giving her three more over the next five minutes, each of them almost as loud. When she got up, she looked down at me with gratitude, her juices smeared all over my face. She didn't speak though. She knelt down and waited for her next order.