My Voyage of Submission Ch. 09

My next time up, I went through the Hogan's Alley with my issued rifle. I made it through without shooting a friendly and only taking one wound.

"You'll be getting issued a rifle, too, Beth. Good job. I'm proud of you. One more day of practice and I'll let you check the live weapons out. You'll be shooting off the sundeck day after tomorrow."

"Can I try going through Hogan's Alley like the special forces guys?"

"Your next time up. Expect to get killed though. It takes hundreds of hours of practice to get that good. Most special ops guys are soldiers for at least four years before they were chosen for special ops schools. It's pretty rigorous. Most don't make it. The best of the best, you know."

Sure enough, I died, five minutes into the scenario.

******

It was supper before I finally saw Fatima. We were back out in open ocean with lower manning levels on the bridge. Pierre had a collar on and was kneeling beside Fatima. She was feeding him. Master was feeding me, again without fondling. My cunt felt soaked, yet I hadn't cum since midnight last night. I was on like my sixth charge of the day with maybe two more to go.

"Are you getting desperate yet?" Master asked.

"I was desperate thirty minutes after I went into the cage, sir. May I speak to Fatima after supper?"

"Of course. You have until ten tonight to do what you want, except cum."

"Yes, sir. What happens when ten rolls around."

"Hannah and Angelique will spend the night with me. You'll spend a couple hours entertaining us, before going back into your cage."

"Yes, Master." I sighed. He kissed me.

******

"You can help the servers clean up, Pierre," Fatima said. "Make yourself useful."

"Yes, Mistress."

Thus, the Department Head of the Food and Kitchen Department helped clean up dishes with his staff. Fatima had told him he couldn't wear boxers anymore as his cock flopped out of the fly too often. She had him wearing g-string underwear which Lynn had purchased in Buenos Aires yesterday, both for Manuel and Pierre. They couldn't be naked yet, but their equipment was on prominent display with the new clothing. Both of them were hard.

I knelt at Fatima's feet.

"Mistress, might I speak to you please, in private, if possible."

"Mistress?"

"Master requires I address all Dominants by their title. If you're a Mistress to Pierre, you're a Mistress to me."

"Of course. Let's have a seat on the sundeck."

She took a seat at one of the more secluded seating areas. Before I sat down, I asked her if I could sit. She recognized I was paying her homage for her new position and patted the chair beside her. "Please."

"I was wondering how Pierre was working out and if you'd let him have sex with you, Mistress."

"I've let him lick me, but that's all. He's done it a couple times. No penetration and I haven't let him see me totally naked yet. I've let him masturbate afterward, then he has to lick it up. He's quite good, better than I expected."

"His previous Mistress saw to it he was fairly well trained, although a little mechanical, Mistress. I worked with him a little."

"I thought I recognized some of your moves."

"We were gone the night he signed his slave agreement, Mistress. Did you have a ceremony?"

"Lynn suggested we put it off until everyone was aboard so everyone could witness his submission. I put his collar on after he signed it and made him lick me immediately, but I haven't fucked his ass yet. I'm thinking tomorrow morning's muster, maybe send the freed slaves to work on their self defense and do it in front of the rest of the crew. Or we could give them a choice. Tell them what's going to happen and they can stay or leave as they wish. Sahar might stay to watch, I'm not sure of the others."

"Where is Sahar, Mistress?"

"I think she's on the shooting range. Could you please not call me, Mistress? It's strange enough Pierre does it all the time, but I understand the necessity for him to do it."

"I can call you Fatima if you wish, in private. In public, Master may get upset if I don't. I'll ask him and see if he has an objection. I don't want to get any deeper on his bad side. Is anyone else with her?"

"Lynn told me you were being punished. Something which doesn't let you orgasm, even though you need to. Sounds dreadful. I wonder if they make them for males?"

"I don't know," I laughed, "but I'm sure they'd hate them worse than we do. Their testicles begin to ache if they remain hard for too long."

"You mean my first boyfriend wasn't lying about that? That's why I surrendered my virginity."

"He wasn't lying, but it doesn't mean the girlfriend has to do something about it. He can always stroke himself off. It's a poor excuse for your first time."

"I did regret it. Anyway, the rest of the shooters are done for the night. I'm not sure if Farah is in their room or if she's too timid yet to be alone. She might be with Sahar."

"Thank you, Fatima. I'll enjoy muster tomorrow."

"I'm a little nervous about it?"

"Why?"

"I don't want to undress."

"You don't have to undress. Only the slave does."

"I don't? Doesn't the thing I use to fuck his ass with have to go in my vagina? I saw Lynn using one to fuck Sherry."

"No. You might want to use one of those when you fuck his ass in private as it vibrates and feels great inside you, but that's a strapless model, and normal strap-ons actually uses straps to go on your torso. You don't have to remove your clothes, you can put it over your clothes. Come with me, I'll give you one to use on Pierre tomorrow."

I led her to the playroom and opened a drawer with a nice selection, everything from six inches to ten, and an inch in diameter to three.

"Unlike you; new voluntary slaves are usually prepared for anal sex with butt plugs. Pierre has been a slave before and it's almost certain he was fucked in the ass by his previous Mistress as it's a tool to establish her Dominance and his submission, but he probably hasn't been fucked there recently. So, don't start with the largest of these. I'd go with this seven inch model that isn't too fat." I pulled it out of the drawer. "This should be a good starter model for him because he has likely had anal experience. You'll still want to use lube however." I handed her a bottle. "Nothing would be more embarrassing than him having to use his safe word when you're having his slave ceremony. Although, if the freed slaves watch, it might be good for them to see your power isn't absolute, but generally, it's a bad start.

"Smear lots of lube around his rectum, and a lot more on this strap-on, then ease it into him slowly. After you're well inside, give him some time to get used to having an object in his butt. Maybe a minute or more, hardly moving until he stretches out a little. When you start moving, go slow. If he seems ready, you can go faster, or better yet, make him beg you to go faster - something like 'Do you like this, slave? Do you want me to go faster. Beg me to fuck your ass' as it really establishes your Dominance to make him beg for it. He'll probably have an erection. You can tell him to stroke himself, or order him not to cum, which will be harder. If he does, he gets punished for it, whatever his slave agreement allows.

"If you want to use some of these larger models eventually, make him wear butt plugs. Master can provide you with a set."

I held up the strap-on. "You put this on like this."

I showed her how to step into it and tighten it up so it didn't fall down.

"This is a lot better than my experience with anal sex," Fatima said. "Nobody ever used lube and they didn't give me time to get used to it. If I was lucky, they went in my cunt first and I was a little wet."

I kissed her. "I know, but you don't want to be one of those people. They were hateful, disgusting, evil people. Even if you don't love Pierre, and I suspect you don't, as you hardly know him, you shouldn't want to hurt him. You want to be a responsible slave owner who's concerned for your slave's welfare and happiness."

"Thank you. This will make me feel much better. I'm not ready for nudity yet, not like this, after I've been wearing clothes again."

"I'm not surprised. That will require trust, and it might take a while before you trust everyone enough to go that far."

"Something funny happened today."

"What?"

"When I was shooting, Edgar asked me if I would go out with him. 'No, pressure. I know you're still getting used to things, but I'd like to, if and when you're ready.' I was surprised."

Edgar, you dog. Didn't take long to take my advice.

"Yes, that might have been partly my doing."

"What do you mean?"

"Shortly after you came aboard and started taking self defense training, you and Edgar seemed to be getting along fairly well. I saw you holding hands a few times and you were laughing and chatting occasionally. You seemed to be hitting it off. Then when Pierre said he wanted a Mistress, and you agreed you'd take him when you felt you were ready, Edgar kind of dropped your hand and pulled away."

"I noticed. I thought it was because I expressed an interest in being a Dominant and he didn't want me to think he'd be my slave."

"More primal reasons, I think. He thought that by choosing Pierre as a slave, you were choosing him as a boyfriend, that you wanted Pierre as your bed partner and not him. All the slaves are fucking their Dominants. Of course, he might have been right. You had a fairly conservative upbringing. You might only be interested in one sexual partner at a time, and you wouldn't want two men sharing your bed. I told him your choice to take Pierre didn't necessarily mean you loved Pierre, or even wanted him to be your sole sexual partner. If he was willing to share you with Pierre, liked you, and wanted to spend time with you, he shouldn't assume you didn't want any more to do with him. So, the real question is, would you be averse to having two sexual partners, one your submissive, and one a boyfriend, and if you're not, could you see Edgar as boyfriend material?

"Apparently, since he did bother asking you, he thinks he might be able to share you with Pierre."

"You're right about the conservative upbringing. My parents would be horrified to think I was having sex with two men at once..."

"And the occasional woman, if your time with me was any indication."

"And the occasional woman," she laughed. "My slavery pretty much burned conservative and traditional right out of me. Although I didn't always enjoy it because of how it was done, I could sometimes enjoy it if the right person had me. Definitely, not Hans. I never enjoyed him, but some of the men he gave me to were pleasant enough I could enjoy the sex. So you think I should go out with Edgar?"

"I think you should do what you want to do, what you feel it's right to do. It may not work out with Edgar or Pierre. We take chances every time we're with someone, but if you think you can handle it, why not? It gives you something new to think about. I think Edgar would be willing to wait until you're ready for sex again, like Pierre is."

"You know. A month ago, all I wanted to do was kill myself. Now, I'm quite happy. I know I'm not all the way back yet, but I have a lot of hope for the future."

"Good."

She held up the strap-on. "Use this, lots of lube, go slow. I've got a plan now."

"Yes, you do."

She left and I changed out my Slave Trainer again. This should be the last one.

******

I went down to the gym to see if Sahar was still there. She was, still shooting, and Farah was sitting there watching, playing with her iPad. I said, "Muud haben," which is what Arabic for "Hello" sounded like to me. She glanced up at me, then stood. I motioned she should sit, and after a few seconds, Farah sat down again, somewhat nervously. I sat beside her and watched Sahar fire three more magazines at the target. The first one had three shots out of her target zone, the second magazine had four misses, and the third was worse, missing six.

"Sahar, stop."

She set down the weapon properly, turned and faced me with tears in her eyes. She grabbed her iPad and said something to it. Out came, "I've practiced for hours, and instead of getting better, I'm getting worse."

I waved for her to come and sit down. After she did, I answered, "Sometimes doing something for too long, you become your own worst enemy. You press too hard and become frustrated when it doesn't get better, so you press even more and it gets worse. You need to take a break."

"I told Edgar I would get the targets today."

"Which puts more pressure on yourself. I have the permission of my Master to give you an orgasm. It will help relax you. Then you can try again if you wish."

She glanced at Farah. "What about Farah?"

Farah looked up when Sahar spoke her name.

"Tell her what you're going to do and if she doesn't want to watch, to sit on the mat near the punching bag and face away, or she can go to your room."

Of course, what I said was being translated into Arabic so Farah heard it. She said something which translated as, "I won't go to our room until Sahar goes."

Sahar said, "She's still afraid."

"Do you care if she watches?"

Sahar laughed. "Do you know how many people watched me have sex? Perhaps hundreds. My first Master put me in sex shows. He did the most vile things he could to degrade me. Having Farah watch is nothing." And then to Farah, "If you want to watch, watch, but don't complain to me later." She'd pressed the translation app microphone before speaking. Farah nodded.

"Fine, let's have sex, but don't take too long, I want to shoot some more."

"I can't have sex, I can only give you pleasure. I don't have permission to orgasm."

Farah looked at me inquisitively, still hearing everything the translation app said.

"I'm being punished," I said to Farah. "Let's go over here," pointing to a nice weight bench.

Sahar followed me and I helped her remove her clothing. I got her to lie down on the bench with her legs spread and gave her four orgasms over the next fifteen minutes, none of them screamers. She seemed much more relaxed though.

I used a towel to wipe my face while she dressed again.

I tapped her app microphone. "As a slave, are you familiar with what I know as subspace?"

She answered, "No, what is subspace?"

"It's a term used by voluntary slaves. It describes a state of being in which we're drifting along, not thinking about what is happening to us, our minds on other things, more pleasant things. It's used so a punishment does not feel so bad, kind of pushing the pain to the background instead of focusing on it. It can also be used to help delay orgasms if we don't yet have permission."

"Ah," and she said a word in Arabic for which no English word showed up. "When punished severely or doing something unpleasant, to imagine something more pleasant, so I didn't think of the pain or unpleasantness."

"Exactly. I call that sub space, short for submissive space. The place we go to not think of the unpleasant. You can use that for your shooting."

She looked at me inquisitively and eagerly. "How?" in English.

"To eliminate distraction, to eliminate frustration, to ignore the tiredness in your arms and legs. To concentrate on the important. In shooting, three things are important, sight alignment, breathing, and trigger squeeze. Everything else is a distraction. Let yourself drift into subspace and only think about those three things. Let me show you."

I went to the firing line. "I can now shoot when I have an orgasm. I can't have one now, but while I'm shooting, I want you to knead my breasts and pinch my nipples, not hard enough to be painful, but only to distract."

She heard the translation and waited for me to set a new magazine and aim, then she started mauling my breasts, not painfully, but definitely making me realize she was there. Given my current condition, if she had enough time, I might actually cum. I took my time and put all fifteen rounds in the bulls eye or first circle, most in the center. I reloaded and did it again with the second magazine, then set the gun down.

"I wasn't thinking about what you were doing. I thought about the sights, my breath, my trigger squeeze. Now, you try it."

Sahar took a couple deep breaths, releasing them, then picked up the gun and reset a magazine. Steady aim, deep breath, release half, slow squeeze, two shots. Another breath, two shots. When she was finished, all of them were within the first ring, a few bulls eyes.

"I did it!" Sahar exclaimed.

"Do it again," I said.

She did it again. She set the gun down. "I need to tell Edgar," all in English.

I pushed the answer button. "Not at nine at night. It can wait until morning and I will confirm you did it today. I want you to do it again, and I'm going to do the same thing to you that you did to me, play with your breasts. Let's see if you can still do it?"

I waited until she was ready, then playfully stroked her breasts. She only missed one. "Again," she said, reloaded and fired another magazine, missing none.

"Given you could do it with me playing with your breasts, I would imagine you can do it tomorrow when no one is. You can show Edgar. Now go to bed. Get a good night's sleep and think of pleasant things."

"Pleasant things like you licking me. Thank you, Beth." Thank you, Beth, was in English, needing no translation.

"You're welcome, Sahar." Needing no translation either.

I helped her shut everything down.

******

When I arrived in Master's cabin, Hannah was sucking his cock and Angelique was licking her cunt.

Master asked, "What have you been doing since supper?"

"Helping Fatima pick out a strap-on for Pierre and helping Sahar on the gun range, sir. Fatima asked that I call her Fatima instead of Mistress. Would this be permissible to you, Master?"

"If that is what she wants to be called, I have no problem with it. Did you have sex with either of them?"

"I licked Sahar, sir."

"If you want, you may remove your Slave Trainer now and get ready for bed."

I looked at my watch. "It's early, sir."

"By fifteen minutes. I'll make sure we make up for it."

That sounded ominous. "Yes, sir. Thank you, Master."

I practically ripped the damn thing off. I used the facilities, showered, brushed my teeth and returned just as Master shot his load in Hannah's mouth. He patted the bed.

"Come. Hannah and Angelique want to taste you."

"Does this mean I get to cum, sir? It won't take much."

"Not at all. Angelique is going to ride your face while Hannah licks you. Slap your stomach if you get close to orgasm, and Hannah will stop. After you've given Angelique five orgasms, they will switch."

Let me just say, I spent more time slapping my stomach than they spent licking me, though they had nothing to complain about. After they were done, Master had me suck him to another erection. Instead of giving me his cream, he sent me down to the cage. I heard them fucking above me, but since I could really relax for the first time in over a day, I dropped into slumber like a stone despite the aching emptiness I felt in my cunt.

******

At 0600, Edgar was knocking on Master's cabin door and Master told him to enter. Edgar entered, saw me in Master's cage and smiled.

"Boss, we have a problem."

"What kind of problem?" Master asked.

"It appears we're being tracked or followed or someone else knows our business. Those men you had me send to Monrovia reported seeing a bunch of mercenary types hanging around down by the port. They think they're Mahmoud's men."

"Who knew we were going to pick up the kidnapped woman's parents in Monrovia?"

"The Interpol agents and the US government through Miranda sir. But I don't think they're in Monrovia for the parents. They'd need maybe five guys for that. Two apiece for the mother and father and a driver. Easy enough to pull a snatch at the airport under normal circumstances. But Smitty says he's seen at least two dozen blokes hanging around, checking out the young ladies, and they're not around the airport; they're around the port, like they're waiting for a ship to get in."