My Voyage of Submission Ch. 09

Pausing, I said, "Not every day. Sometimes a slave gets punished for things. This is my third day without fucking him."

"What did you do?"

"I orgasmed multiple times without getting Master's permission first. I can't orgasm again except for one masturbatory orgasm per day. Francesca and Belle are suffering the same." I finished cleaning her and started on Master. He wouldn't take long.

"How do you know?" Kelly asked. "They could be fucking like bunnies."

"If they were," Master said, "they wouldn't be submissives."

"But they all disobeyed you before by cumming without your permission," Kelly said. "How do you know they aren't again?"

I was done. When you can vacuum his entire cock at once, it's easy.

"Cumming wasn't intentional disobedience," I replied. "That was an error of forgetfulness. We should have asked. Mrs. Kline did. We forgot. I doubt they are being disobedient. It's not just that they would punished if they were, but they could lose Master's favor and he would sever their slavery. Once you find a good Master, you don't want to lose him by cheating on him. It would be as bad as cheating on your husband, maybe worse. It's why Mrs. Thornton received a hard fifty swat spanking every morning. She used to cheat on her husband."

"That dreamboat? Why would she do that?"

"It was speculated by William and his friend, Sam, that Evelyn wasn't craving a polite, gentle, kind husband; that what she wanted was a hard, stern Master and did things to force him to take corrective action. She got what she wanted, but she pays for it every morning."

"Why do you punish Beth almost every morning, Joshua?"

"Since I share her so readily with my crew, I like to remind her I'm the one she answers to, the source of any pleasure she receives. Which is why she's also not receiving much pleasure at the moment. I'm the source of her pleasure and she should ask for permission before she receives it."

"Part of Pierre's ceremony last night was to impress upon him his obedience and Fatima's Dominance on him?"

"As a former slave herself, how can Fatima be a Dominant?"

"Fatima's slavery was forced upon her. She didn't wake up one day and decide to be a slave. It was likely something she would never have done. Which means the seeds of Dominance may always have existed in her. Even if that weren't the case, it's possible to be both, called a switch. You can seek to Dominate those with more submission than you have, and be Dominated by those people who have more. Hannah is Dominant towards submissive females and submissive towards Dominant males. It makes her the perfect Personal Assistant to Master. In addition to working hard for him due to her submissive tendencies towards him, she could sniff out submissive females. I would guess that would no longer be part of her job duties, Master?"

"You mean picking out new slave sluts for future cruises. Probably not. We'll have to see how the four I have now continue to work out, but I'm hopeful I'm done searching." He smiled at me mischievously. "I have to admit I'm quite fond of them."

"The crew would probably mutiny if you tried to get rid of them," Kelly laughed. "No one has ever been on a cruise like this one."

I hugged her.

******

We spent one more morning on the range. Even Master and the Captain spent time shooting. Darla, Angelique, Ateefah and Farah were receiving the most work, not yet having qualified on Hogan's Alley. Sahar was encouraging the two ex-slaves, pushing them in Portuguese or Arabic. She hugged them both when they finally got through it, qualifying to carry a nine MM.

"This afternoon, all those who haven't carried or fired a live weapon before, are going to shoot one," Edgar said. "The weapon you shoot will be the one you carry. You'll also be given ballistic armor, commonly called a bullet proof vest. Bullet proof is a misnomer. Nothing is bullet proof if you shoot a large enough bullet with enough force and precision. Plus it only covers the vital organs of your torso, not your noggin, nor your arms and legs."

"What is a noggin?" Sahar asked. "It did not translate."

"Your head," I replied. "It's slang for head, like cunt is slang for a woman's sexual organs."

"Ahh, continue."

"We'll teach you how to reload your magazines with more bullets. If you aren't issued a gun, or happen to lose it somehow, you can still load ammo for someone else. That lets them continue to shoot, so both of you aren't out of action. Have yourself a nice lunch, relax a little and the new folks will meet me in the stern room at 1400."

"Aye, aye, Edgar," Sahar said. "Stern room, 1400."

"You're grasping English very quickly," I told her.

She rattled off very quickly in a mixture of Arabic and English "I study at least three hours every night. What else do I have to do? Farah is actually catching on fairly quickly too, since I'm drilling words with her until I turn out the light."

"I think you're very good for her. She seems to be losing some of her timidness."

"She will lose all of it, if I have a say."

******

1400 found nine women in the stern room along with Edgar, Rafael and Buck. They handed us our ballistic armor vests. Mine and Angelique's were the only ones that fit well as they'd been made for us, Hannah taking our sizes before the cruise even started. Everyone else had been added unexpectedly along the way. Master always had a variety of other sizes for guests, but they were usually equally divided between men's and women's sizes, and we were all women. They worked to adjust their fit as best they could so they provided the maximum bit of protection. All of the vests came with three 9 MM magazines strapped to the left side in form fitting pockets.

They showed us how to load rounds into the magazines. By the third magazine, our fingers were starting to ache.

"Isn't there an easier way to do this," Angelique complained.

"There are loaders which help," Edgar said, "but you likely won't have access to them during a fight, so learn how to do this without. Just pretend your stroking Hannah's coochie and she won't let you stop until she cums. You might want to trim your fingernails too. I know you need them long for your modeling, but they will grow back."

"Coochie?" Sahar asked.

"Another slang for a woman's sexual parts."

"How many are there?"

"Too many to count. Anthropologists believe you can tell about the importance of something by the number of words for it in a language. Eskimo's have something like twenty or thirty words for snow. There are probably a hundred different words for cunt."

"I've never seen snow."

"Pay attention down there. You can chat about women's sexual parts later," Edgar said, "though I'd like to be a part of that discussion."

We finished loading our magazines and the men checked them. "Good job, ladies."

"Now, you'll see a small pocket on the right side of your vests. Reach inside there and tell me what you find."

There was a small pocket on the right with a velcro flap and I reached in and pulled out some spongy orange things. "Anyone know what those are?"

"No clue," I said. "Something to clean the gun?"

"No, but you will be learning to clean one after you're done this afternoon. It's ear protection. You roll them up like this, you see?" Edgar rolled one lengthwise until it looked more like a pencil stub, "Stick it in your ears and it expands in the canal so you've got hearing protection and don't go deaf. I don't want you sticking it in your ears just yet. If something starts suddenly, you might not have time to put these on, so I want you to fire a weapon a couple times without them so you know how loud a gunshot is and it doesn't startle you and make you drop your gun. After you shoot a couple times, put them on so you don't go deaf. Sound is the only thing we don't try to duplicate on the practice range as it's not good for your hearing. Everything else we try to match to a real weapon.

"We're going to take three at a time so we have an instructor with each of you when you fire, just in case. The rest of you will wear these sound attenuators," he held up what looked like oversized headphones, "until it's your turn to shoot. It deadens sound but you can still hear commands being given and our instruction."

"I'm going to be handing out your pistols now. Do not, I repeat, DO NOT, stick a magazine into your weapon yet. We're going to review safety rules once more before you load your weapon, and you will only do so when you're standing on the rear of the boat, ready to shoot. Is that clear to everyone? I need to hear you say you understand. We're getting to the part where accidents can happen and we don't want any accidents to happen."

"I understand," we all said in various languages and means.

"Do not point this weapon at anyone, even though it is unloaded. Remember the rules I gave you on the practice range. Don't aim at what you don't want to shoot, keep your finger off the trigger until you are ready to fire. The safety of everyone here depends on it."

The men started handing out the real Smith and Wesson, M&P, nine millimeter handguns. None of us pointed it at anyone else.

"This weapon looks the same, weighs the same, kicks the same, as your practice weapon. All the buttons are where they are on the practice weapon. Once you load the weapon, it's deadly and can kill someone. Every weapon will be treated as a loaded weapon. It will not be pointed at anyone else on this ship, ever, or it will be taken away and you will not be given another. The back strap of this weapon has been adjusted for smaller hands. If you feel you need a larger one, tell one of the instructors, and they will change it for you. When I say go, pointing only at the deck, hold the weapon in your hand and get a feel for it."

He waited for everyone's translation to conclude, then said 'Go'. The three instructors watched us like hawks as we picked it up, pointed it at the deck and felt it in our hands.

Angelique, who was the tallest of us, said she thought she needed a larger handle. Buck took her weapon, removed the back of the handle and placed a larger size on it, handing it back to her.

"This feels okay," Angelique said.

"Angelique, Darla and Fatima. Go to the rear railing and aim your weapon off the back of the ship." I thought it was good he was choosing three who spoke English fluently to start. The others could watch and learn from watching. "Do not load your weapon yet. Everyone else, put your ears on and set your pistol on the deck."

Edgar waited until we followed his instructions, then the three men stood beside the three women. Edgar standing beside Fatima.

"Floating in the water about fifty feet behind the ship are three targets. You will shoot at those targets. I don't necessarily expect you to hit those targets because they are bobbing up and down substantially from the wake, but I do want you to aim at them. Right now, I'm mostly concerned with getting you used to the sound of real gunfire. It will be loud, especially before you put your ear plugs in. It will surprise you with how loud it is, even with the plugs in. Step back from the rail so if you should startle too much and drop the weapon, it won't fall into the water. Don't swing around or point at anything but the targets or the water. You may put a magazine in your weapon, but do not pull the slide back until I tell you. Load your weapon."

All three of them slapped a magazine in their gun. "When I tell you, pull back the slide. You will then have a loaded weapon, so do not put your finger on the trigger until I tell you. Pull back the slide."

The three women pulled their slides back and loaded the chamber.

"Look at the target, acquire the target. When you believe you have the target in your sights, you may place your finger on the trigger and squeeze it, just like you've practiced. Go."

Their hands were bobbing up and down as they attempted to track the floating ball. Fatima fired first and the others quickly followed, all of them flinching when the guns went off.

"Noisy, isn't it, ladies? Makes your ears ache. Fire one more shot, then hand your weapon carefully to your instructor and put your ear plugs in. When you have both plugs in, raise your left hand and your instructor will give you back your weapon. Keep it aimed in the water and you will fire the rest of your magazine. You may rest your arms between shots, but always aim at the water with your finger off the trigger until you've reacquired the target. When your weapon is empty, drop the magazine, load a second magazine, releasing the slide, then stop and await further instructions. Your weapon is useless without bullets in it, so I want you to get used to dropping the magazine, and reloading it. Always, always, always, keep the gun pointed away from everyone. Any questions?" He paused. "No questions, fire again."

They all fired again, handed their weapon to their instructor, put their ear plugs in, raised their hand and received their weapons back. As soon as they fired another shot, Edgar stopped them.

"Much better with the plugs in, isn't it?" They all nodded or answered. "That's why you want to put them in first chance you get. Make sure you're in a safe place before you put them in, but get them in as soon as possible. You may empty your magazine now."

Everyone fired off the remaining twelve rounds, taking anywhere from two to three minutes to do so. Angelique paused the most between shots, Darla the least. When the slide locked open, they dropped the empty magazine, reloaded the next one and clicked the slide closed, then waited.

"Excellent! Everyone is following instructions, practicing safe habits. Good for you. You may fire off the second magazine, drop and reload. When you are ready to fire again, raise your left hand. When everyone has raised their left hand, your instructor will tell you to clear your weapon. Drop the third magazine, pull back the slide to clear the chamber. Visually check the chamber by looking to make sure the chamber is empty, then hand the weapon to your instructor who will verify the weapon is clear and hand it back to you. You will place the empty weapon in the holster on your vest, gather your empty magazines and after putting on the sound muffs, reload them with more rounds. Do not withdraw the weapon from your holster until we teach you how to clean your weapon. Any questions? Good. Go"

They fired the second magazine, reloaded, raised their left hand and their instructor told them they could clear the weapon. Everyone followed the instructions perfectly. Before you knew it, All the pistols were back in the holsters cross belly on their armor.

"Fatima," Edgar said, "since the other women can't carry their iPads while they're shooting, would you please stay here to help translate my commands for the others."

"Aye, aye, sir."

"We'll do Maahnoor, Sahar, and Farah next, as you all speak Arabic and it will be easier to get through it. Remember what the others just did, but don't anticipate my commands. Wait for my orders."

Fatima translated and the three women went to the rear of the ship. I was happy to see they all did as well as the first group. I was in the last group with Hibbah and Ateefah, and everything had to go through a double translation, although Sahar, who was putting everything into Portuguese, could often give the orders without waiting for Fatima to translate to Arabic first. I don't know if I hit any of my targets, though I tried. They didn't really check the targets for hits. When we were all finished, the targets were reeled in and Thomas and Ethan got on jet skis and started dragging bigger targets behind jet skis and Henderson and Roberta started shooting while in a reclined shooting position. Roberta was shooting Ethan's towed target and Henry, Thomas' target. They started with the targets out about 400 yards until they went through one magazine. Go out another hundred yards, one more magazine, and so on out to about 800 yards. They didn't zigzag, only moving in one consistent direction for one magazine, then turning in the opposite direction for the next.

While they were engaged in shooting, we learned to clean our weapons.

"You can leave your armor and weapon in your room unless we run a piracy drill until we get to Freetown. As we approach Freetown, we want everyone gearing up. We don't want any of the women out in the open if you can help it. We suspect Mahmoud knows we have you on board, but we don't want to advertise it either. You'll each have three magazines. Remember, if attacked, get off the open deck and into a room, shelter in place and don't open a door for anyone unless they give you the code word, which is?" He cupped his ear.

"Liberdade," everyone said.

"Don't forget. If they don't say Liberdade, don't come out or open the door. We'll be taking on supplies tomorrow morning. We'll need help carrying everything from here back to the larders. Instructions for the time of the resupply evolution will be given at morning muster. You did well, ladies, better than I expected. You have the rest of the day off."

"Thank you, Edgar," Sahar said.

"You're welcome."

I asked Sahar to wait and she nodded. After everyone had left, but Sahar and Farah, I asked Sahar if she wanted another orgasm.

"You don't mind?"

"No, we can do it in your room if you like."

"It would be nice."

We went to Sahar and Farah's room and I helped her undress and lie down on the bed. She spread her legs for me. This time there was no rush. Dinner wasn't for an hour, so as Farah watched, I gave Sahar a Beth special and she had to smother her cries of pleasure in her pillow. After giving her two more quick ones, I stopped and got out of bed, my face covered in Sahar's delicious cum.

"Beth do for Farah?" Farah asked.

"Maybe. Wait here," I said, "Sahar, put your clothes on and come with me."

I waited until she was dressed and we stepped out of the room.

"Before I do Farah, I need to know if she's ready to refuse stupid orders. I don't want to do her before she's ready. If I just tell her to strip, she might do it thinking I'm agreeing to have sex with her, not ordering something stupid. How do I test it?"

"I check. Go back to room."

We returned to the room and Farah looked up hopefully.

In the voice she'd used to berate the women before, Sahar said something in Arabic. Farah looked shocked. Sahar repeated herself, louder and more demanding. Farah began to move towards her body armor. Suddenly Farah turned and yelled something at Sahar, and it appeared she was threatening her. What the hell had Sahar said?

"You can have sex," Sahar said. "I told her to kill herself. She finally told me to fuck myself. She won't do something stupid if ordered."

Sahar sat down in her bunk and picked up her iPad. I moved over to Farah to help her with her clothes. Farah looked at Sahar and said something. Sahar said something back. Farah said something else again and Sarah laughed, took her iPad and got ready to leave.

"Farah okay. She ask for privacy for sex. I told her she watched me. She told me she's not whore like me and to leave. No need to worry about Farah anymore. She fine." Sahar laughed again and left.

I had to laugh too. I gave Farah four orgasms. She wanted to return them and I told her no; I was being punished. She understood and I cleaned up and left as she got dressed again.

******

"Master, I gave orgasms to Sahar and Farah after our shooting lesson."

"I didn't hear any screaming. Are you losing your touch? Wait a minute. You gave Farah an orgasm?"

"Yes, sir. You didn't hear them scream because they both used pillows."

"Weren't we staying away from her for now?"

"We were, Master. After seeing me give one to Sahar, Farah wanted one too. I left the room with Sahar and I told her we couldn't yet, Farah hadn't been tested. Sahar asked me to leave it to her. We went back into the room, Sahar told Farah to kill herself. Well, ordered her really. For a second there, I thought Farah might do it, but then she told Sahar to fuck herself, except it was in Arabic, so I can't be certain that's exactly what she said. Sahar said she would be fine. Then, Farah asked Sahar to give us privacy. Sahar said Farah had watched us. Farah told her she wasn't as big a whore as Sahar was and she needed privacy. Again, that's what Sahar told me was said, but she did leave and give us privacy. Which is when I licked her, sir."