My Voyage of Submission Ch. 08

"She really did make her scream. Never heard her scream like that before, though she does a lot of the other kind."

"Yeah, she can make you beg to cum yourself. Why don't you bring her down to take the survey? Her Master is giving a thousand pesos to anyone who takes it."

"You do realize that's only about $84 American?"

"I don't pay attention to the money, mate. But if both of you take it, it's enough for a nice night out on the town. Maybe he'll throw in a blow job for you."

"The best you've ever had, you say?"

"Without question, mate. He might want to buy that barb thing off you too, unless you know where to buy them."

"I got this one with the slave. Don't know where they might be purchased."

He'd better hope I didn't bite his cock off. He said he'd think about the survey, because he was interested in the blow job more than the money. After that, we went back down and found Master. Edgar had a quiet conversation with him. Master shook his head.

"Let me know if you see the slave again," Master said.

"I'll pull on your pants and ask you if you want a blow job, Master. He was interested in having one himself."

Master nodded. About twenty minutes later, the guy came up with his slave trailing behind him. They got into the line of people taking the survey. I tugged on his pants.

"What is it, Beth?"

"May I please give you a blow job, Master?"

He looked up and saw the man and his slave. "Please do. I want you to make me beg to cum."

I smiled. "Yes sir. You should be cumming around the time he gets to us."

"We're in agreement then."

I pulled out his cock and began a Beth special. I took my time. Even with seven iPads, it was taking a fairly long time to get through all of the people. Everyone was offered the survey in English or Spanish and as soon as they were finished, Herman handed them a thousand peso note. I timed it exquisitely. He was waiting next in line when Master ordered me to let him cum. His hips were arched a foot off the chair when he exploded into my mouth, with several groans to entice the bastard behind me. I quietly licked him clean and tucked him away again.

"I don't really need the money," he said. "Any chance I can get a blow job just like that one instead of a thousand pesos?"

"If both of you take it," Master said. "Do you want it in Spanish or English?"

"Spanish for me. My slave doesn't read or write either language."

"Portuguese? We've also got it in Brazilian Portuguese?"

"She only reads Arabic."

"Haven't translated it into Arabic. Guess you're shit out of luck."

"What about if I read it to her in Spanish and mark down her answers."

"Tell you what. This slave speaks Spanish," pointing to Oliva. "Why don't we let her ask the questions and you can take this little cock sucker over on that couch and enjoy her. I highly recommend you let her do her thing. If you thrust into her mouth, it will be like any other blow job you've ever had. You put her in charge, it's a life changing experience. Don't disappoint me, slave. I want it to be the best and longest blow job he's ever enjoyed."

"Yes, Master." Guess I couldn't bite his dick off.

He took the survey and led me over to the empty couch, just far enough away he couldn't hear what was said. Oliva started asking survey questions, but I could see she quit asking at some point because the slaves responses became longer than the answer required. I gave dickhead a great blow job, taking twenty or more minutes to make him orgasm. He did beg me to let him cum, but I kept going for another three minutes just for my own fun. He filled my mouth with his cream which almost made me gag, not because of how it tasted, but who it was coming from. I nevertheless managed to swallow it all. His slave glanced nervously at him as we approached.

Not wanting him to notice anything untoward on her part, I said, "I followed your orders, Master. I believe it was the best blowjob he's ever received."

"Did I give you leave to speak, slave? Did I ask you a question?"

"No, Master." I cowered, pretending to be scared of him.

"Rules of the club. Ten lashes of the cat."

"Yes, sir. I'm sorry, sir."

Master pulled the cat out of his bag. Asshole said, "If you really want your slave to fall in line, I recommend you use this." He handed his Master the stingray barb.

Master handled it a little, whacking himself on the palm of his hand. He left a red stripe on his palm, though he didn't give any indication he was hurt.

"What is this thing?"

"Stingray barb."

"Where'd you get it?"

"Came with the slave."

"Over my lap, Beth."

"Yes, Master. Please don't hurt me, sir."

I didn't have to fake it. I'd seen what it had done and was scared to death. I got over his lap.

Master pulled out my foxtail, baring my bottom. He started fondling me, intending to give me an orgasm or two. While he was doing it, he leaned close and whispered, "Can you take two?"

I nodded.

Master laid the first stroke over the meaty part of my ass. Fiery pain such as I'd never known before ripped through me. I practically fell off his lap it burned so badly. Then I remembered how stoically the nameless slave had been taking it. I bit down and rearranged myself over Master's lap and he struck me again. If anything, it hurt worse than the first one did. I groaned and it wasn't fake. Hopefully, we were done now.

"Interesting," Master said. "I'll give you a thousand US dollars for it. I feel like I should practice with it before using it on her anymore. I don't want to beat this slave to death before I've enjoyed her more."

"One hundred thousand pesos and it's yours."

"Done. Will you take a check or do you want cash? My name's Joshua. What's yours?"

"Francisco Santos. Are you good for the check?"

"Anywhere in the world." Master said, pulling out his checkbook. "I'd give you the cash, but we're giving it all out for taking the survey."

"What are you using the survey for?"

"Research. Professor, show Señor Santos your ID card. He's a Professor at the University of Florida doing research on Dominants and submissives. The survey was developed to understand the psychology behind it."

Sticking as close to the truth as possible. He handed Francisco the check. He held up the stingray barb. "I think this will become my favorite punishment tool once I understand how to properly use it. You'll obey me from now on, won't you, Beth?"

"Yes, Master."

"Will I have to remind you to keep your mouth shut again?" He put it away in his bag.

"No, Master."

"By the way, Francisco, was it the best blow job you've ever had?"

"Absolutely amazing."

"She's a delight. Never found another slave as orally adept as she is. She's training these two to be as good." He pointed to Francesca and Belle. "They are still better on women than men, but they're learning. How many slaves do you have?"

"Just the one so far. Planning on getting another one soon. This should help." Francisco waved Master's check before sticking it into his pocket. "I need to get going. Tomorrow's a work day."

Master looked at the line of people still in line to take the survey. "Looks like I'm stuck here for the time being. Take care."

As soon as he was gone, Master asked me if I was okay?

"Yes, sir. How bad is it?"

"It broke skin. I tried to hold back, but I couldn't soft sell it too much. I would have paid ten times the amount to get that thing out of his hands."

"Do you think we can help her, Master. I don't want to leave her in his hands any longer than we have to."

"I know, Beth. We'll see."

We were at the club for at least ninety more minutes. It took an hour to finish the last of the surveys and Master made a point of walking all around the club with us, chatting up as many people as he could during the last thirty minutes. He wasn't usually this garrulous, especially with people to whom English was a second language. He kept buying drinks for people, handing out money left and right.

"A very productive evening," Master said as his slaves dressed to depart. "I'm happy with it. I think you have close to another two hundred surveys to add to your database, Beth."

"Yes, sir. Thank you. I appreciate you're willing to spend money to help me out."

We all got into the limousine and after everyone was in the vehicle and the door closed, Rafael pulled a shivering woman out from under a blanket in the back. It was Francisco's slave from the club!

Master didn't appear surprised to see her, nor did any of our bodyguards, but everyone else was shocked. "Oliva, kindly ask the poor woman her name?" Master said.

"Cómo te llamas?"

"Farah, amo."

"Her name is Farah, Master."

"Tell her she's free now."

"Eres una mujer libre."

She looked at the women she'd seen as slaves in the club and all the rough looking men surrounding her. She shook her head.

"Nunca podré ser libre. Tengo una marca que proclama que soy esclavo."

"Farah says she can never be free. She has a brand saying she will always be a slave. What more do you want me to say to her?"

"Nothing. We'll let Fatima and the others speak to her. I doubt she'll believe us anyway. Her only experience with us was as slaves with an owner. Plus she saw me use the stingray barb on Beth. As far as she's concerned, we're as bad as her Master was. She won't be able to imagine anyone volunteering for submission any more than the others could."

"Ask her where she's from, Oliva," I said. "Might help us know where she needs to return to. I also think she should room with Sahar."

"Interesting choice," Master said. "Why?"

"Her owner said she spoke Arabic and Sahar might be the one person who can most easily convince her she's not a slave, plus Sahar is working very hard at learning English, which might also be to her benefit."

Oliva asked where Farah was from and she said Tunisia.

Master took out his phone and called Hannah, asking for her to arrange for Sahar and Farah to room together. As soon as she acknowledged, he hung up.

"Edgar, are we going to get any blowback from tonight?"

"As far as we can determine, Farah was in Argentina illegally. She had no documentation showing she was ever here, just like the others. Of course, people would have seen her with Francisco, but most people will think she disappeared with him. There should be nothing tying Francisco to us. He left the club well before we did and you made sure a lot of people would see and remember us. Francisco's body will never be found. No one will ever know what happened to him."

"You killed him?" Oliva asked.

"I never left the club, Mrs. Kline. How could I have killed him? Even if I had, you wouldn't expect me to admit it, would you? He just happened to meet with an unfortunate accident, and this poor woman came to our attention. We'll whisk her out of the country and no one will be the wiser except for a very high level member of the US Congress. I, for one, do not regret in the slightest his untimely demise."

"There was the check," Master said.

Rafael pulled something out of his pocket. "Sorry, sir. I found this blowing on the side of the road. Didn't know what you wanted me to do with it?" He handed Master his check.

Oliva smiled. "I don't think I regret his untimely demise either. Farah didn't see anything did she?"

"Why don't you ask her," Edgar said. "How would I know what she saw."

Oliva asked Farah something and Farah replied.

"She said she had a bag over her head and didn't see anything until she was in the car."

"Good. It's not the kind of thing anyone should see," Edgar said, leaning back and closing his eyes.

I suddenly realized how much I loved my new family. I leaned back and snuggled in Master's arms.

* * * * *

Fatima and Sahar were waiting for us when we got aboard the ship. We didn't remove our clothes again when we got aboard. Of course, we didn't have much on anyway. Farah had a rapid conversation with both of them in Arabic. She kept glancing at Master, who with Herman, were the only men who remained, the others going to bed. It seemed everything got settled and Sahar was ready to take Farah to her new room.

"Wait," Master said. Everyone stopped.

He pulled the stingray barb out of his bag. It had some red on it, probably blood from either me or Farah, maybe both. Farah started shaking again when she saw it. Master handed it to Farah. She stopped shaking a little and looked at him confused.

"Tell her it's hers and she can do with it what she wants, but I recommend she toss it over the side."

Fatima told Farah what Master said. She looked at him for a moment, then rushed to the railing and threw it as far in the water as she could before anyone could stop her. No one tried. She looked much happier than she had a few minutes ago. Master had paid almost 1200 dollars for a piece of trash now sitting at the bottom of the harbor. It was the best money he ever spent.

Master got Manuel and Sherry up to look at Farah and me, and they applied some cream to our new wounds. Manuel told Master he'd do a complete physical on Farah in the morning. He also told Master to apply more cream to me every couple of hours. Fatima told Sahar that Farah had to have more cream every two hours to ensure healing with as little scarring as possible. Sahar said, "Yes, I do." I knew she would, too. It looked like she was already taking over for Farah like Fatima had for her.

Everyone went to bed.

* * * * *

"I'm sorry I had to strike you," Master said, applying more cream. The four of us had just enjoyed a marathon fucking session, even as late as it was, everyone feeling pretty good about things. It was close to 0200 and time for more of Manuel's anti-scarring, antibiotic concoction.

"I know, Master. I thought it was well played, psychologically speaking. You didn't push for things; you let him reel himself in. Not promising him one of my blow jobs unless both of them took the survey, then sending us far enough away so you could speak to her and telling me to take my time. I'll have you know I was awfully tempted to bite his dick off. What a fucktard. He had the gall to say women don't make as good a Dominant as men do."

"If he's talking about the way they treat their involuntary slaves," Francesca said, "he may be right. I could never do what he did to Farah."

"Amen, Mistress," Belle said. "Bless you for that."

"Master, I think we found another involuntary slave marking at that club; a tattoo this time," I said. "Chinese characters, two of them. Several women had a tattoo on their mons. It was in the same place on all of them, which is why I think it was a slave marking. Tattoos are generally a sign of individuality. To have the same tattoo on the same place on every woman wouldn't be normal. I think we should have Jìngyi look at it and tell us what it means."

"What did it look like?" Master asked.

I got a piece of paper and pencil and started trying to recreate it. Francesca and Belle started trying to help. "The first part of the first character was like a bent seven with an obtuse angle L." I sketched what I remembered.

"And the second part was like a table with curved legs," Belle said.

"The second symbol was really complicated, like a tree with roots," Francesca said, "except it wasn't exactly like a tree. There was something odd about the top branches."

"Yeah, the top was like a trident on its side," I said, "facing left."

Master pulled out his phone and typed in the translation program. He showed us what he had.

"That's it, sir," Belle said. "What's it mean."

"Simplified Mandarin Chinese for 'Slave'. I saw it a couple times too. I didn't attach too much significance to it at the time, but I think you're right."

"Do you know Mandarin, Master?"

"No, but I recognized it as Chinese. I guessed it might mean 'Slave'. I just typed in slave and that's what I got."

"There had to be seven or eight other women with that tattoo, Master. We're not going to be able to save them all, are we?"

"I don't think so. I think we turn over the information to Miranda and let her work with the Argentine government on this. It's too big a risk for us to get involved. This must be the slave symbol of another one of the slavers, perhaps an Asian one or maybe someone who's Chinese. Governments and police forces have to get involved."

"Governments and police forces don't seem to be too successful, sir. You said yourself so many slaves are out there now it means supply is up and prices are dropping."

"I know. But I can't raid clubs in foreign nations. That makes us the criminals. Not to mention, even if we did, we wouldn't necessarily get them all. My biggest worry is there might be some high ranking government bigwig who is a member and won't let the police investigate."

"At least we saved one more, Master," Belle said. "She seemed almost happy when she threw that thing in the water."

"We'll give her an iPad of her own tomorrow. The fact Fatima, Sahar and Maahnoor all speak Arabic might help adjust more quickly."

"Do we start wearing clothes in public again?" I asked.

I was more affected by the change. Francesca and Belle would be flying back to the US day after tomorrow.

"Temporarily, at least. Until Fatima and Sahar have convinced her your nudity has nothing to do with her."

I sighed and Master laughed. "You're a bit of an exhibitionist, aren't you?"

"I do enjoy going without clothes, sir. As the year passes and we get to Europe, the weather will require me to wear clothes and I'm so used to running around without clothing."

"I could make sure your furs leave your cunt and tits bare."

"You just want to be able to bend me over the table and fuck me like Björn did to Lynn tonight without having to remove any clothing."

"Of course. Why else would I have such delicious creatures around if not to fuck you. The best part of having a cock is sharing it with those who don't have one."

We burst out laughing.

"I've set my alarm to go off every two hours. Let's get some sleep. You three are going to be busy tomorrow night."

"What are we going to be doing tomorrow night, sir," Francesca asked.

"You haven't told them, Master?"

He shook his head.

"We're going to a brothel for women with Oliva. It has exotic male strippers and if you like what you see, you pay for their services. You're going to get fucked by a pro," I said. "Someone who actually knows what he's doing instead of the amateurs on this ship."

Master smacked me, but he avoided my abused bottom, hitting my thighs instead.

"And there's a surprise attached to it," Master said. "You're all to be in the playroom at 1500 to get prepared."

"More horse tails in the ass, Master?" Francesca asked. "A quick whipping before we go?"

"Nothing like that. I just want to hide you away until you're ready. Be prepared to have pictures taken."

With that thought floating through our heads, we finally went to sleep.

* * * * *

Master skipped my spanking in the morning, but Francesca and Belle both got theirs. We skipped breakfast before muster because we'd gotten up late, deferring to eat something afterward. The drawing was held and I got Fatima. It surprised me at first, but realized she was a full member of the crew now. I certainly had no objections to giving Fatima pleasure. Even more surprising, the name Belle drew from the hat was mine!

When I asked him about it, because I had no job to do other than have sex with people, Master said, "You make life on this cruise immeasurably better for everyone, Beth, in ways I can't even begin to explain. You knew how much it would hurt to let me whip you with that barb, yet let me do it anyway because you understood what I was trying to do, get it away from Francisco. You have as much empathy and compassion as anyone I've ever known. Edgar submitted your name because of the pleasure you gave Farah last night. He knew you were trying to alleviate her suffering. He also said you've qualified to carry a gun if we have to repel borders. You deserved this reward, but you'll need to defer it until later as I have other things for you to do this morning."