My Voyage of Submission Ch. 10

I didn't want to enter Master's cabin through his doors, so I went through the playroom. Hibbah stopped when she saw all of the things inside, beginning to shake inside. I took her iPad.

"Hibbah, remember yesterday before the Navy came, Master punished me after muster?"

"Yes."

"You know I orgasmed when I was punished, don't you? That I was not punished harshly?"

"Yes."

"To me, all of this...this stuff is like sex. I enjoy many orgasms here." I pulled down my pants to show Hibbah the stingray barb wounds still visible on my buttocks. "The reason Master whipped me instead of using a paddle is because of these. The stingray barb broke my skin. Master refuses to strike me there until it is fully healed. I may stop this at any time, refuse to be his slave. I need continue only as long as I enjoy what I'm doing. Master will stop when I say. He asked my permission before he made these." I touched the wounds, still with a light scab over them. "He wanted to get the barb away from Farah's owner so she wouldn't be punished with it anymore, so he pretended to enjoy it, but when Farah came, he gave it to her and let her throw it into the ocean. He paid a great deal of money for it so she could get rid of it. All of this is not intended to hurt me. It is another form of sex."

"Do you enjoy pain?"

"Not the type of pain you refer to. Not the barb type of pain. I enjoy a teasing pain, one in which sex is involved. Pain like yesterday. It was not unpleasant, merely uncomfortable. I know you don't like this, Hibbah. Let's go."

We went into my room from there. I cranked up my computer to finish entering the survey results. I only had the one chair, but invited Hibbah to grab a pillow and sit beside me on the floor so we could talk as I worked.

"I am studying people such as myself. People who want to be in a relationship like mine to my Master. I gave a survey to many people like myself and Master in a club in Buenos Aires. I am entering the results of the survey into a data base and a matrix. It helps me identify characteristics and reasons why I am the way that I am, and others are like Master. It also helps me to predict who might be like myself or like Master. I would actually like to give it to you, but you don't read Portuguese."

"I don't know how to read any language. I never went to school."

I got a marvelous idea. "Would you like to learn to read and write English, since you are learning to speak it anyway?"

"You have a teacher on board?"

"Anyone who knows it can help you learn it, but this iPad you have; it is frequently given to children in school to help them learn to read and write. It can help you learn other things as well, almost anything you wish to learn. You just need the right program. May I see it for a moment?"

I went to the App Store and found some basic reading programs. She would have to start with her ABC's, and then go to basic reading lessons. I found a couple with high reviews. I downloaded them under my account name. I showed Hibbah how she could use a split screen so she could keep her translation program open while she used other programs, then I opened the ABC program.

"All words are made up of different combinations of 26 different letters in the English alphabet. This program teaches you the letters which make up the words. It is relatively easy to learn the letters, but to write, you need to learn to form the letters, which this will also do. You can write the letters on the screen and it will help you do it correctly."

"How do I write my name?"

"I don't know the correct spelling in English, but the way it sounds is H, I, B, B, A, H." I wrote it on a piece of paper. Because your name is a proper noun, the first letter is capitalized, given more importance, so people know it is a name, and not a regular word. So the H at the beginning of your name looks like this," pointing out the capital H, "and the last H is different, like this one." I pointed to the lower case H.

"My name is Elizabeth." I wrote that down, saying out the letters. "You see the E at the beginning is big, the E back here is small. You will learn both ways to write all the letters. Now, my friends call me Beth, which is the shortening of the word for convenience, a nickname. ElizaBeth becomes Beth, stressing the Beth. "When you write B for Beth, the B is different because it is now the first letter in my name."

I handed it back to her. "Play with the program. It will teach you how to say each letter and write each letter with a picture of an object that uses the letter in its name." I showed her the first one. "Like A, as in apple. Big A, little a."

Entranced, she began going through the program. It was good she had earbuds in or I would have gone crazy listening to her do her ABC's. At least she spoke them softly, almost under her breath. I went back to my work. As I finished up, I realized that many of the people who had been identified as submissive, didn't fit the profile as submissive. Either my survey was proving unreliable or .... Or they weren't submissive at all, but slaves.

I got on the loudspeaker. "Joshua Greenbriar, please call extension 69."

A couple minutes later, my phone rang. "What is it, Beth?"

"Master, I noticed some funny things in the surveys I just downloaded from the club in Buenos Aires. Either my survey is now giving me entirely erroneous results, which I doubt because it has tended to predict everything we've seen thus far; or, it's identifying involuntary, human trafficked slaves, perhaps five or six of them, sir."

"Why not more?" Master asked. "We saw the Mandarin Chinese tattoo that seemed to indicate another slave trader. There were more tattoos than that."

"Perhaps they couldn't read Spanish, sir. Hibbah can't read or write Portuguese, nor even her own native tongue since she's had no schooling. If the women came from someplace else, they may not have been able to take the test, like Farah. Oliva had to read the questions to her. As far as I know, Farah was the only one we did that way and that was a ploy to get her away from her owner."

"Are you saying it's possible we might be able to identify trafficked slaves using your survey?"

"Not everyone, but possibly, sir. Those serving as submissive sex slaves as opposed to just people in brothels, who may or may not be submissive anyway. Many prostitutes may be doing sex for money, a commercial enterprise as opposed to a Dominated relationship."

"Mmm. I'lll speak to Miranda about the possibility."

"I'd like to confirm it through testing first, sir."

"Have any of the freed slaves taken it?

"No, sir. But they'd need to read and write Portuguese, or have someone read them the questions. I'd butcher any attempt to speak Portuguese to them."

"Ask them through the translator app?"

"It will be time consuming, sir."

"What else have you got to do."

"Yes, sir. I'll start with Hibbah."

I set up the translation app on my iPad so I wouldn't have to take hers away from her and she could leave it on her ABC program.

"Hibbah. I want to ask you a lot of questions. Some of them may be embarrassing to you as they are very personal, about your life, including experiences with sex. I'm hoping to find out if this survey can help identify women held against their will. May I please ask you these questions?"

"Can't you ask a woman if they are held against their will?"

"If your owner was in the room when you were asked, and you didn't know if it would result in his arrest and your freedom, what would you answer if you thought it would make him angry?"

She nodded. "I'd lie."

"Using this, you could tell the truth and the owner wouldn't know we were asking if you were held against your will. To him, it would be sex questions, nothing more."

"I understand. I will answer."

Taking the survey this way, having to read the questions, and all the possible answers and pick the best one, took four times longer than normal. Hibbah struggled with some of the questions, as they delved into all the unsavory things she'd been forced to do. If I asked her if she wanted to stop or pause, she insisted I continue so she wouldn't have to do it again. I think we had both cried some before it ended, but we got through it. I ran it through the matrix and it showed up like the anomalies from the club, and I knew she was involuntary.

"Thank you, Hibbah. I'm going to eat in here. Master doesn't want the men on shore to see me. We could eat in the mess, but I'm comfortable staying here with you. Would you like to eat with me?"

"Okay."

I called the galley and asked if someone could bring some food for Hibbah and me in my room.

"Your real room, or Hibbah's room?" Reggie asked.

"We'd better make it Hibbah's room. What's on the menu tonight?"

He told me and I conferred with Hibbah and we ordered. "Fifteen minutes, and we'll be in Hibbah's cabin. Thanks, Reggie."

We packed stuff up and went back through the playroom to get to Hibbah's. "Oops," I said, hustling to get out of sight.

"What is oops?" Hibbah said, hurrying after me.

"Oops is a mistake. I'll tell you later."

In her room, I explained the only door out of the playroom is visible from the shore. Master didn't want me visible to Mahmoud's men. But I'd tried to avoid being seen leaving Master's room by Ben and Marian, instead making me visible to Mahmoud.

"They can see us this far?"

"He has a big telescope. We probably look like we're standing beside him."

"So they saw me, too? They know I am on this ship?"

"Possibly, yes., though we think they knew you were on the ship anyway. We reported you to the police. The only one they may not know about already is Farah. We did not tell the police about her."

"Remember your promise."

"I remember."

A few minutes later Albert delivered the food. "Thank you, Al."

"You're welcome. How are you doing, Hibbah?"

"Fine, thank you."

"Good to see you again."

Hmmm. Seemed Albert was interested in Hibbah. Poor lad. Hard to make any headway with someone who didn't think she could be with a man anymore. He'd hardly looked at me.

"Joshua said he'd be by to see you later, Beth."

"Thanks again."

After supper, I continued to work with Hibbah on her English. Master came to our room around 1900. He knocked and I told him to come in. I stood up to greet him with a hug and a kiss. He held me for half a minute squeezing me, his lips on my neck. He made sure we were doing better.

"I saw you came out of the playroom, Beth."

"Yes, sir. Trying to avoid coming out of your room. Realized what happened after."

"I'm unhappy."

"Yes, sir."

"How are things going with Hibbah?"

"Very well, sir. Her English is improving quickly. Her survey results matched that of the anomalies from the club. When I get the chance, I'll do the others. Did you miss me last night, sir?"

"What do you think?"

I smiled. "That your cock was cold and lonely, sir."

He laughed. "Very cold and lonely."

"I could give you some warm and wet, Master."

"What about Hibbah?"

"Hibbah, May I fuck my Master in your presence, or would you prefer to leave for a short while?"

"No difference to me."

"Are you sure, Hibbah?" I asked.

"No difference."

"You may work on your alphabet on your bed, Hibbah."

I removed my clothes, folding them and setting them aside, then Master's. I noticed Hibbah was watching, though surreptitiously, sneaking peeks. I couldn't tell if she was watching Master or me. Master wasn't yet hard, so I knelt at his feet and accepted his cock in my mouth. It was the work of a couple minutes before he was hard, his cock thick and veined.

"Would you have me on the bed or over the chair, sir?"

"On the bed."

I backed up until my legs touched the bunk, then lay back with my legs spread. I expected Master to fill me immediately, but he put his face in my core instead. I squeaked a bit, feeling his tongue run up my slit from rosebud to clit.

"May I cum, Master," I moaned, more than a bit frustrated from my lack of sex recently.

"I should continue to deny you pleasure, Beth, but I cannot. Perhaps it's what you said the other day, but if things do go awry and I should lose you, I would be lost. A hole as big as the world would open in my heart. As much as I care for the others, you are my heart, Beth. Feel free to cum as much as you like."

"Thank you, Master."

His tongue began to work his magic on me. In less than a minute, I was climaxing, Spasming, my legs began squeezing his head between my thighs.

"No," he ordered, "keep them spread, wide."

"Yes, sir," I moaned, parting them again. Two of his fingers entered me, fucking hard, as he continued the slithering of his tongue against my molten folds. I was wet, dripping, and he gathered each drop of my nectar, almost slurping.

"Master, I'm going to cum again. You're driving me crazy with your mouth."

"Then cum."

My back arched, moaning, straining to keep my legs apart for him. He made me orgasm a third time before he planted his cock at the gateway to my womb and thrust hard, filling me with a single stroke.

"You feel so good in me, sir. I crave you with every fiber of my being."

He kissed me, then bent to suckle my puckered nipples, a rhythmic thrusting filling me over and over again. I surrendered a fourth time, my fingernails digging at his back, vibrating as waves of pleasure poured through me.

"Fuck me, Master, harder. I want you. I need you. Cum in me, sir."

He sped up, our flesh slapping together with every stroke. Minutes passed, the only sound our breathing and the wet, sucking sound of his cock pounding me. The pressure of another climax built with each plunge of his prick in my pussy. Finally, I let go, spasming over his shaft, clinging wetly to it with each stab of his sword. Moments later, he groaned and I felt him throbbing inside me, emptying himself as he reached his own ending.

When his pulses ceased, he cleaned me off himself, lapping his own seeping seed from my pussy. Finished, he kissed me again and I tasted us on his lips.

"I can't stay, Beth. I need to go to bed early. I'll be getting up around 0330 to see where Mahmoud's men might be and what they're doing."

"Sir, I was wondering if I could see what's going on as well?"

He considered my request. "If you come up the port side of the ship, you should be able to come to the bridge without being seen. Be there about 0400. We'll have identified who's who by then."

"Thank you, sir."

"If you're getting up that early, you should get some sleep."

"Yes, sir."

"I'm sorry to have disturbed you, Hibbah."

"Okay, yes," she said.

Master left, taking our dirty dishes with him. I didn't bother putting on any clothing. It felt natural to be naked again and Hibbah had already seen me fucking. A little nudity shouldn't be too bad. I set my watch alarm and told her I was going to bed and to turn out the light soon. I pulled a sheet over myself, faced the wall and closed my eyes, Four minutes later, the light went out. There was the soft rustling of clothes and I felt a hand on my hip.

"Beth, please to sleep with you again," Hibbah whispered.

"Okay."

Hibbah lifted the sheet and slid in behind me. She was naked. I felt her kiss my neck as I'd done last night, put an arm around me, snuggling against me until I felt her firm breasts against my back.

"You love your Master?" Voice soft against my neck.

"I really do, with all my heart."

"Is good to love."

"Very good."

Her breathing slowed and we went to sleep.

******

My alarm went off, vibrating against my wrist. I disentangled myself from Hibbah's arm and got up as carefully as I could, threw on the clothes I'd put aside when I fucked Master. I nearly forgot, almost tripping over my vest as I left, but grabbed it and took my rifle and went up to the bridge. There were men with rifles stationed on either side of the bridge, and from what I could see on the ship's cameras, one on the prow and one on the stern. They seemed to have something on their faces, which I realized were night vision goggles. Edgar, Ethan and Rafael were on the bridge which was dimly lit with red lights, with Master looking at a screen with a bunch of little reddish-yellow blurs on it, but marked with brighter triangles, a couple really bright yellow flares, some reddish blobs.

There seemed to be about two dozen green triangles, three dozen red triangles, and a yellow triangle. The green triangles weren't moving, or barely moving, the yellow triangle wasn't moving, but the red ones would occasionally move about.

"What are we looking at?" I asked.

Edgar answered, "The drone is giving us infrared, an infrared signature of heat sources on the ground. The drone equipment can designate a heat source as human and put a track on it. When that heat source moves, the triangle moves with it, so we can keep track of people. We could attach names or other information to the triangle, but we don't know who anybody is at the moment. We know where all our people are at the moment, so Smitty and his boys are marked with green tags. They're sitting on the back side of those hills and bluffs we talked about when planning this thing. They're slowly creeping up on the eight red markers at the tops of the hills. Six of them are scattered pretty good on a few different high points. They should be their sentries, keeping an eye for any movement towards them from us. Due to their numbers, they're looking for some kind of mobile strike force in pick ups, trucks or whatever. The two together I suspect are the two on the telescope. They probably take turns looking through the bugger, watching us.

"The really bright flares of yellow are a couple fires they have burning. A piss poor idea because they're fucking up their night vision. I suspect they're not well trained, just brave enough to kidnap women and pull a trigger. The dull red spots here and here," he pointed at the display, "are trucks and the engines are still warm, but cooling. They were more yellowish earlier. The four red guys on the outside of that loose conglomeration in the middle all moving about, are more sentries. That mess in the middle is the balance of his men, some sleeping, some eating, some getting ready to take over sentry duty."

Edgar stopped explaining. "What about the yellow triangle?" I asked.

He coughed. "We think that's Johanna."

"How would we know?"

"Watch."

The yellow triangle always had three or four red ones around it. About every five to ten minutes, a red triangle would leave and another red triangle would replace it. There'd be indistinguishable movement, then another red one left and one replaced it. Suddenly, I realized what was happening.

"They're raping her, aren't they?"

"Probably," Master admitted.

"How many?"

"Maybe a third to a half so far," Edgar said. "The drone was over the encampment at 0300. It had already started.

That poor, poor woman.

"The Navy is a little less reluctant to help than they were before. I think they'd like to blow that encampment to smithereens if Johanna wasn't in it, fuck if it's a foreign country. Right about now, she probably wishes they would."

"I'm glad her parents aren't here to see this," I said.

"Me too," Master replied. He turned away from the screen and held me. "Is it wrong of me to be glad it's someone else and not someone I know?"

"It's human."

I couldn't watch any more. They all needed to die. I went back to Hibbah's cabin, tears already flowing down my cheeks. I stripped, climbed in behind her this time, and held her close, softly sobbing.

She turned, facing me and held me, confused. "What is wrong, Beth?"

"People can be total bastards. It's a wonder Allah hasn't burned us all in hellfire."

She pulled me close and kissed my cheek. "I not know all you say, but I many times think same thing."