My Voyage of Submission Ch. 09

"Or, you are in your room, one door to watch, but Farah does not have gun. You're protecting her. If you die, she dies, or worse yet, taken, enslaved again. Or I have gun, but I'm wounded and can't fire my gun. You are my protection. If you die, I die. You are no good to anyone dead. I don't want you to die. Save yourself, kill the enemy, as many as you can. Stay behind cover and remember, you don't get a gun unless you go through twice in a row without dying or killing a friendly."

"Try again?" Sahar asked.

"Since you only lasted five minutes, you may try again."

This time, she only wounded a friendly and got close to the end wounded without taking the second shot which killed her.

"Again?"

"Let someone else try. Visualize what you did wrong and how to keep it from happening again. When everyone else has tried once, you can go again."

Sahar set the gun down and Maahnoor went next. She had learned from Sahar's mistakes, and made it halfway through on her first attempt, but she killed a friendly. "You just killed me, Maahmoor," Edgar said. "I'm very unhappy."

She smiled at him and gave the gun to Hibbah. She died, but lasted longer than Maahnoor.

Sahar said to me. "It never the same. Different each time."

"No two battles are ever the same. If it were the same each time, you would anticipate what happened next, not learn to adapt to real life. Things are always different, never the same. Be prepared for the unexpected."

She nodded. While waiting my turn, I decided to run. I probably had an hour before I got back on the range. Hannah and Angelique were also waiting and Angelique got on one of the bikes beside me and started pedaling.

"I'm sorry we didn't get to do more with you last night," she said.

"Me too. I haven't had the chance to ask. How was your trip to the other brothel?"

"Okay. The women are more used to fucking men than women. Mine tried, but her heart wasn't in it. Hannah's was bisexual so she had sex with women on her own time, and Hannah said she was pretty good. Not as good as you or me, but okay."

"Did any of the women seem like they were involuntary?"

"We didn't see any brands, or tattoos like Hannah said you saw at the BDSM club, but I would think poverty would be enough to pull most women into the life. They didn't strike me as terribly happy, but I imagine anything might be boring or less fun if it's a job. I want to have sex because I enjoy it, not to get paid."

I'd hit the six mile mark running before I was called upon to shoot. It made me good and tired, but I didn't try the walk through the special forces guys do, so I made it through unscathed. Since Sahar came after me, I watched her. She made it all the way through, wounding one friendly and getting shot once. I think it had taken me a couple more times before I got that good.

"It looks like you'll be ready before we get to Freetown."

"I hope," she said.

******

At supper, I was serving along with Darla and James. I found it endearing how solicitous James was of the freed women. Quite the gentleman, although no one treated them badly, he was particularly gentle. Darla was on her best behavior. Master said we'd have a staff meeting after dinner at 1900 in the game room. All Department Heads, voluntary slaves, Lynn and Fatima were to be there. Be prepared to discuss preparations made for Freetown. He told Edgar to let Thomas and Rafael take over shooting instruction this evening so he could attend.

When I was serving him, he whispered Kelly would be joining us tonight.

"Will I be able to cum, sir?"

"Once, by masturbation. Even Francesca and Belle get to masturbate once a day."

"Yes, sir." Since I hadn't cum since fucking Henderson for his Employee of the Month reward day before yesterday, even once would be a blessing.

I was cleaning up after dinner and Sahar approached me again. "What can I do for you, Sahar?"

"Why are only some people going to meeting?" Only half of the time was she using the translation app anymore, and only for more complex conversations. This was one.

"Fatima is going to claim Pierre as her slave in front of the others. I think all the slaves will be naked. Fatima intends to fuck his bottom in front of the others, plus he may be punished. Given your recent history, we don't think you or any of the other freed slaves should see it. We believe it would bring up unpleasant memories for you."

"I thought she claimed him. She made him kiss her feet."

"It was a preliminary claiming where they both declared their intentions; for him to seek her Dominance and for her to accept his submission. This one will be after he signed an agreement to be her slave, establishing the rules they would follow."

"I would see this."

"I believe you're strong enough to see it, but you need to finish your weapons training, and Farah is not strong enough yet. She could not attend with you."

"If Edgar says I need no more training tonight and Maahnoor watches Farah, can I watch?"

"I will ask Master. Make sure Edgar and Maahnoor will agree before I ask him."

"I will ask."

Sahar said something to Farah and she went looking for Edgar and Maahnoor, Farah following, a single duckling.

******

Right before the meeting started, I told Master Sahar wanted to attend.

"Do you believe she should?"

"I believe she can, I'm not so sure about should. She's driven, and far less frail than the others are. I think she can take it without problems. Despite her strength, she was a slave the longest. I'm sure she's repressing a lot of her feelings, but she seems to be doing so successfully. She has to have Edgars permission to miss this evenings defense training and Maahnoor has to agree to look after Farah for her, because Farah definitely can't attend."

"I'll speak to her and see what I think."

We went up to the game room and all of the others were already there. Sahar was outside the room waiting for Master. He had a quiet conversation with her, then opened the door and invited her in.

All the Department Heads sat around the card table while everyone else sat in chairs scattered around the room. Sahar sat beside me with her iPad on and translating to her AirPods.

"Hanna, let's start with you tonight. We've talked about the kidnapping victim and her parents long enough. Let's put faces and names to this sorry episode. What have you got?"

"The victim's name is Johanna Hoffler. She's 23, a recent graduate of the University of Arizona. She was a desert agricultural student and was in Ethiopia teaching people how to use limited water resources to more effectively grow crops in arid regions. This is her picture." Hannah passed it around the table and Master passed it to me when everyone at the table had seen it. She was a slightly heavy woman in the picture, though not fat by any means. I handed it to Sahar and told her to pass it to the others. "She was kidnapped roughly a month ago. As Fatima has intimated, if they believe the ransom they can receive is more than they might receive from selling her, they contact the family for ransom first.

"Her parents are Ben and Marian Hoffler, married thirty years. Johanna is the youngest of three children, the baby of the family. They are desperate to get her back, having emptied their retirement accounts, bank accounts and almost every other resource they can find. I think they even took out a second mortgage on their house. Her mother is a teacher and her father is an account manager for an electronics company. They are flying into Dakar now because of the problems with Monrovia. No one but Miranda has been informed of the change. They should be arriving two days before the ransom demand is scheduled. Leo will pick them up and bring them here. Unless she's severely injured, Manuel and Sherry will provide medical assistance on the ship. They'll remain as our guests until we get close enough to Casablanca, where Leo will take them to the airport and pick up Maahnoor's parents.

"We felt it best not to return them to Dakar as we've already pulled a fast one on Mahmoud by not stopping at Monrovia. We've ended all communication with Interpol, so they don't know about changing our meeting with Maahnoor's parents to Casablanca instead of Rabat."

"Good. We're going in to save Johanna. Don't forget that. How's the bird and what's our fuel situation, Leo?"

"The helo is mechanically ready and we have sufficient aviation fuel to get to Dakar and back. We'll need to replenish the fuel before any other extended trips off the ship. The destroyer we're meeting does carry aviation fuel and we will be able to replenish our fuel tanks when we meet her."

"Great! Captain, what can you tell us about the Destroyer we're about to meet."

"It's DDG-78, Porter, out of Rota, Spain, Joshua. Due to her speed, we anticipate meeting her someplace in between Dakar and Freetown day after tomorrow, which is to our advantage. Mahmoud wanted us to arrive a day ahead of time. Edgar suspects it's so they spy on us, see if we've arranged a trap for them. Check to see if our crew complement remains the same. The Porter has gas turbine propulsion, which means she doesn't carry a ton of diesel fuel, but she does use diesel generators for electrical power, so they'll give us all they can. I believe a supply ship is also headed South behind the Porter and she can give us both more as we head North.

"It will take us roughly a half day to move supplies over to our ship. We'll be turned South again when they come alongside so we don't waste time. They have a hose rig set up for our fuel, but we'll need to move the dry goods over by tender. Expect a little all hands manual labor for that endeavor."

"Good. No problems with our tenders, Ethan."

"Nary a one."

"Edgar, what's your assessment?"

He pulled out a map and put it in the center of the table. "This is a topographical map of Freetown, Joshua. As you can see, they have a lot of high hills and bluffs overlooking the city. I suspect it's the reason it was chosen. Gives them a better view of the harbor and makes a good perch for snipers or the like. Definitely gives them a chance to look down on us, and possibly see the Porter if she's within gun range. Smitty will take care of any snipers for us, and give us men on both sides of him if Mahmoud or his lackeys get hinkey, put him in a crossfire. They won't kill anyone if they turn over Joanne. Want to give them a reason to be cooperative.

"Training has been going reasonably well. Sahar, Hibbah and Maahnoor look like they'll have completed the 9 MM portion of Hogan's Alley and be issued nines. Beth and Hannah can be issued rifles and nines. The other freed slaves, and Angelique and Darla are lagging behind. Sahar made the suggestion that everyone should be given one of our uniforms once we reach Freetown. In the event someone tries to board, we'd all look alike and the uglies would all be different. Since they don't have uniforms now, we might need to share what we have. Perhaps we can order something Leo can pick up in Dakar when he picks up the Hoffler's.

"I'm taking everyone out who hasn't fired a weapon before out to the stern room to unload two magazines. I want them to get used to the noise, which is the only thing we don't replicate in the trainer. They'll all be fitted with ballistic armor and told to start keeping it close when we get near Freetown. We won't start carrying firearms until after we meet with the Porter. Don't want to throw the salts off their feed by looking like pirates ourselves. That about covers it."

"Pierre?"

"We won't get much in the way of fresh produce or perishables from the Porter. Mostly dry goods and frozen foods. Salads and fruits may be in short supply for awhile. I do have some frozen on hand so no one should starve or go hungry."

"Does anyone else have something to add," Master asked.

"I want to thank everyone for their hard work," I said. "Everyone aboard makes me feel safe and like family."

"Does that mean you're committing incest when you fuck us," Ethan said, "because that's twisted."

I laughed. "No, thank goodness."

"Then we only have one other thing to take care of tonight. A lot of people are overdressed and need to shed their clothes now," Master said. "We've got a bit of a ceremony to perform."

Every one of the slaves took off their clothes. It was part of the reason we were here, moral support to the new slave. Pierre had a full blown erection. Manuel was a little more controlled. He'd had his ceremony before. Fatima stood tall and straight and pointed at the floor at her feet. Pierre knelt down in front of her.

"Pierre Francois, you have signed an agreement agreeing to be my slave. The conditions of your agreement are much the same as all the other slaves on board. When things return to normal, if you're not working - full nudity, being led about on a leash, agreeing to be fondled by anyone for one minute for their leading you around the ship, man or woman." That was news to me. I wondered how many men would do so. "You agree to be sexually controlled by me, to the extent I decide if and when you may fuck, who you may fuck, and whether or not you may orgasm. You agree to obey me in all things allowed by your agreement and suffer punishments in accordance with your agreement. You will have two safe words, the first being baguette, which will cause a reduction or lessening of what is currently being done to you, and escargot, which will stop it. Have I described your agreement accurately?"

"Yes, Mistress. That is correct."

"You willingly agree to serve me in the manner I choose?"

"Yes, Mistress, I do."

"You may kiss my feet once again, then remain in that position."

"Yes, Mistress."

Pierre leaned forward from the waist and kissed Fatima's shoe.

Lynn handed her the strap on and the bottle of lube. Fatima put the fake cock on and moved behind Pierre, lifting his hips until they were higher. He remained where she put him. She smeared lube around his ass and then on the faux phallus. She knelt on the floor and put the realistic prick against Pierre's pucker. The entire group was hushed.

"Please ask me to fuck your ass, Pierre."

"Mistress, I want you to fuck me. Shove your cock in me and fuck me hard, please."

"Yes, Pierre. I would be happy to grant your request. However, you don't have my permission to cum. If you do so, you will receive a spanking with a paddle; ten strokes."

"Yes, Mistress."

Fatima pushed forward slowly, the crown disappearing as his rectum parted for the stiff rod. Pierre gasped as she reached bottom, her hips resting against his buttocks. She held still, letting him stretch around her plastic shaft. Then Fatima started moving, slowly fucking him.

"My slave, would you like me to fuck your ass harder?"

"Please, Mistress, please fuck my ass. Pound my ass." Pierre lifted his ass, giving her a better angle.

"As you wish."

Fatima fucked him harder; then harder still, thrusting rapidly up his fundament. Pierre started groaning.

"I'm sorry, Mistress. I'm going to cum. I can't help it."

His cock began to twitch and jets of cum started spurting forth, burst after burst until he started to run out of gas, gasping, his cock shrinking. Fatima slowly withdrew from his ass, leaving it gaping and reddened.

"Pierre, such a naughty boy," Fatima said, "soiling a Master's floor like that. Lick it up. Don't leave your mess for someone else to clean up. It's disgusting.

"Yes, Mistress, I apologize."

"When you're finished cleaning up after yourself, bend over the table and take your punishment like a good boy."

"Yes, Mistress." Pierre began cleaning up several pools of his cream, lapping it like a cat. When only saliva remained on the floor, he stood up, his cock hard again, as if he'd thrived on the humiliation of being pegged in front of his peers. He bent over the card table and Lynn handed Fatima the paddle.

Fatima remembered what she had to do, testing it on herself first, twice, to establish the force, then laid ten good swats on Pierre's ass, leaving it red.

"Follow me, Pierre and you can thank your Mistress for showing everyone how obedient you are."

Fatima left, Pierre following, his cock like an arrow aiming at his Mistress. There was a collective inhalation of breath.

"Damn," Ethan said. "I've never seen anything like that before. It was kind of disgusting, but kind of hot, too."

Sahar said something into her iPad, the translation coming out a moment later. "I don't know why everyone was worried if I saw that. I've been fucked in the ass much harder. Kick more ass in the morning, Edgar." She left.

Master took my hand and led me back to his cabin. Kelly was waiting outside, not wanting to go in when no one was there.

"How did the meeting go?" Kelly asked, following us into Master's cabin.

"Interesting," I said. "Pierre might be more submissive than I thought."

"What happened?"

"Ask Pierre. It's his story to tell now, but don't be surprised if he gets an erection when he tells you. He might enjoy the extra humiliation. Would you like help with your clothes?"

"Can you use your teeth to pull my underwear down? That gets me so jazzed."

"Master?"

"Be my guest."

I undressed her, using my teeth on her underwear, then licking her to two orgasms, before Master joined us on the bed, hard. Between us, she had several more before Master deposited his cum in her cunt. I cleaned her off before I was allowed to masturbate for them, both of them leaning back, Master playing with her large globes as I got myself off. Master had me drag it out for fifteen minutes before I was allowed to cum. It was explosive. Nearly two days without and having to stay on edge for ten minutes right on the cusp. Kelly was kissing me as I climaxed, Master playing with my sensitive nipples. At least I slept soundly tucked between the two of them instead of having to go into the cage.

******

Master didn't spank me again in the morning and I asked him about it.

"My ass doesn't hurt from the stingray barb anymore. You can spank me if you like."

"It broke your skin. I won't touch you there until it's fully healed."

"It's not like you can't spank me somewhere else, or even whip me."

"Spank me instead," Kelly said.

Master raised his eyebrows.

"She's not submissive, Master, just curious. She leans slightly toward Dominant."

"It's only ten, right. I can do ten," Kelly said.

"I don't think I've ever spanked anyone who wasn't at least a little submissive before."

"I am curious what Beth goes through all the time."

"Over my lap then."

Kelly got over his lap and he landed a hard one on her generous bottom. The flesh wobbled with the impact and she squeaked.

"That's about three-quarters as hard as Beth receives. Should I stay there, or would you like to see how hard Beth is spanked?"

"At least one as hard," Kelly gasped. "Oh man, that stung."

Master struck the other cheek harder than the first.

"How do you do this?" Kelly groaned.

"Don't think about how much it hurts. Feel the heat spread, feel it in your cunt. When Master is done, he can fuck you, give you an orgasm to mitigate the heat."

Master gave her the remaining eight strokes, taking a little off each one, then turned her over and kissed her, finger fucking her until she gasped for an entirely different reason. Kelly's hips thrust against his hand as she climaxed. Then he entered her, thrusting hard, fucking her. I squeezed her heavy globes, gently compressing her flesh as Master plunged into her pussy. Soon, she had another orgasm, crying out her pleasure. She surrendered herself again before Master released his morning load, still managing to stay hard and continue fucking her through a third.

I was cleaning up after them, guest first, when she said, "I can't believe you get to fuck Joshua every day. That must be fan-fucking-tastic."