My Voyage of Submission Ch. 15

"Who is your wife, Hannah?"

"Angelique is her model name, just the one name."

"I love Angelique. She's incredible. Wait, don't tell me Darla has fucked her too?"

"Yes, she has."

"I suppose I'll forever be left with her hand-me-downs. How disappointing. Where's Angelique now?"

"She had another modeling assignment. She's fully booked while we're in Europe. The only time she's breaking free is to attend Björn's and Lynn's wedding next month in Norway."

"In the meanwhile, what do you do for sex?"

"Joshua kindly lets me use one of his slaves. Last night it was Beth."

"You're a busy girl, aren't you?" She kissed me on the lips.

"She's in high demand. Everyone enjoys Beth," Lynn said.

"She certainly made me scream. Embarrassed hell out of me. Made the others want to try her, even the married ones."

"I told her if she made the first one scream the others would be interested. She's made a lot of people scream."

"She doesn't make the men scream," Ethan said.

"You just grunt and growl," I said. "Instead of screaming, you beg me to let you cum."

"I never begged," Ethan protested.

"But I could make you."

"Not in this lifetime."

"Want to bet, Ethan? How bad do you want to suck cocks?"

"Joshua, has she made you beg?"

"If I hadn't been able to order her to let me cum, I would have begged."

I smiled at both of them. "It's up to you, Ethan. Either concede I can make you beg or make a bet."

"Fuck. I concede. You probably can."

"I wouldn't mind watching Björn beg to cum," Lynn said. "That would be amusing."

"We could give it a try at Roissy tonight," I said.

"Why do you want to make me beg?" Björn asked Lynn.

"Have you ever begged for anything in your life?"

"No."

"That's why it would be amusing. It's not as if I want you begging constantly. I'm perfectly willing to beg you most of the time, but just once; it might be fun to see you break down."

"No, not the Captain," Ethan said. "The man's steel and stone."

"Fatima would probably let you suck Pierre's cock, Ethan," I said. "We damn well know Chaney would. All we need is a third. Poor Buck. After having to suck Chaney, he might be willing to be the third, get some of his mojo back. That's what the bet will be, three cocks."

"Hell, if he's doing three," Art said, "you could possibly pencil me in the third slot, he might be almost good by the end."

"Fine you can probably make every man beg. I give up," Ethan said.

"You make the men suck cocks if they lose a bet?" Delphine asked.

"It happened once, but it's what most of the men fear most. They'd prefer an ass fucking to sucking a cock. It's almost embarrassing they're so jumpy about it. Ethan took a bare ass spanking for me in front of the entire crew after he lost the first time. He still doesn't believe I'm as accomplished a sex slave as I am. I'll be happy to make you scream again tonight if you want." I kissed her this time.

"We'll see."

We had a lovely supper together, talking to Delphine about her life and about her mother and two sisters. I rested a hand on her skirted leg and would idly stroke a stockinged thigh as we talked, keeping her interested for later. Delphine smiled and laughed and looked at me with smoky eyes when my hand approached too close to her cunt. Apparently, Master noticed my attention.

"Delphine, would you have any objection to Beth going with you to see your mother tomorrow?" Master asked.

"None at all. I'd love her to go with me. Is this because you don't trust me to keep your secrets?"

"No," he said, smiling. "Beth has developed a survey they're going to be giving tonight at Roissy. Beth likes you and would like to spend time with you and I think your mother should take her survey. She's been a Dominant for many years. I think the results might be interesting. The only thing they were planning on doing tomorrow was more shopping, but she doesn't have to do that. Do you need a car? I can get another limo for you."

"I have a car."

"Wonderful."

"You can either come to the hotel tonight after Roissy, or Beth can go home with you, your choice. I won't expect her back until tomorrow night."

"Thank you. I'm sure I'll enjoy it."

"I believe you greatly will. Dinner's on me tonight."

Master paid the bill, another huge one, and the driver took us to Chateau Roissy, a swank BDSM club, where all but Master and Miranda got out. We went inside and the submissives were quickly separated from the Dominants, Lynn took my iPads and with Hannah, Björn, Delphine, and our bodyguards, went inside and I heard an announcement about the taking of my survey and that participants would be paid a respectable sum for agreeing to participate.

Francesca, Belle and I were taken to a plush, carpeted locker room. Women dressed as described in O's story removed our clothes and put them in lockers. We were all cinched into corsets which straightened our backs, made our breasts stand up and thrust out and minimized our waists, accentuating bust and hips. A dress went over the corset, cut low so our breasts remained exposed, and went to the floor. They showed us how the dress could be fastened up to expose our sex and buttocks, leaving them visible. When we said we didn't speak French, one of the women admonished us the dresses were to remain that way unless a Master or Mistress told us to lower it.

"New slaves are always treated this way so the Dominants can see what they look like. Expect to get fucked rather quickly. New cunts get tested early, especially on beauties such as yourselves. Once you leave this room, you're to keep your head lowered at all times and not look in the face of any of the Dominants, nor speak for any reason. If they wish to ask a question, it will be a yes or no question to which you will nod or shake your head. Speaking will be punished, as will looking anyone in the face. Obey any of the commands you're given. Any Dominant may fuck you. You will pour drinks or coffee or bring reading materials to the Dominants, or any punishment instruments they ask you to get. There is a bar like kiosk in the center of the room where those instruments may be obtained. There are punishment stations associated with each seating area.

"You will be moved to different seating areas so everyone may get a look at you and try you if they wish. Don't expect to stay with the people you come with. However, your guards may follow you around to ensure your rules are followed. You may not sit in a chair, but may kneel or sit on the floor, if you're not engaged in assisting someone or being fucked.

"Your Mistress indicated you were all three hole slaves, which is indicated by the red collar you're being given in addition to your Dominant's collar. The collar has two numbers on it. The first indicates the maximum number of times any one person may strike you and the second indicates how long marks made may remain visible. You all have two and two. There is also a yellow badge below the numbers, which indicates your skin is not to be broken, although that would be evident from the two day marking rule as well. The A on the badge indicates you speak Anglais, or English. If you're in one of the larger seating areas, everyone there may strike you twice, so you may receive more than two at any one time. Are you all set? Do you have any questions?"

I looked at her collar, which was also red, had the numbers four and fourteen on it along with a red badge instead of yellow. I would take it to mean she could receive four from any one person, her marks could last for fourteen days, and they could break her skin.

"Do you enjoy coming here?" I asked.

"Very much, even though my Master allows them to punish me more severely."

She lifted her dress in the back and showed us several cane or switch welts crisscrossing her delectable derrière. Perhaps twenty of them, with signs of older ones visible. Someone with a greater tolerance for pain than I had.

I looked at my sister slaves to see if they had questions. This had been discussed earlier with Master, though I thought it nice they repeated the rules.

"I believe we're fine," I said. "The only thing I didn't expect was not remaining with the people we came with."

"They can move around the club with you, but you will be serving different seating areas."

"I have a question. How many different seating areas are there?" Belle asked.

"Twelve different seating areas with seats for anywhere from four to eight people. Single chairs make up most of the seating, but there are also some loveseats and a couple settees. The slaves serving in each area usually correspond to the number of seats. You may not be here long enough to serve at all of them as it's generally fifteen to twenty minutes at each of them and I understand you're leaving at 10:30."

"What is your name and are you one of the slaves serving tonight?" Francesca asked.

"Justine, and I will when my duties are done here at nine."

"Perhaps we'll see you at one of the seating areas."

"Perhaps," she said, smiling.

"I guess we should go out there now and see what happens."

"Remember, no speaking once we leave this room."

"Thank you, Justine."

Justine led us to our group, a seating area of eight. Our bodyguards remained clothed, and standing, but Lynn, Hannah, Delphine and Björn were all wearing capes and were nude below the waist so slaves could service them easier. The other four seats were filled with strangers taking my survey. I immediately approached Delphine. I parted her cape slightly, but remained in position, head lowered, waiting for her to grant me permission to proceed.

"Please," she said, which was all I needed. With her clothed as she was, I couldn't do all of what I usually liked to do, but bare below the waist still allowed much and I managed to give her an excellent orgasm. This despite someone filling my cunt as I licked her.

It turned out to be someone I didn't know, just passing by, seeing me on my knees with my bare bottom hanging out and taking advantage. I ignored him as I'd learned to do and put all my effort into pleasing Delphine. I think whoever it was became frustrated at my lack of response to his fucking and really slammed into me each time, requiring me to steady myself to keep from being rammed into her pussy. I climaxed, twice, but ignored it.

Delphine had learned from her earlier experience with me and didn't scream, stifling herself with great effort. Shortly after Delphine orgasmed, so did the man fucking me. I was still tidying Delphine, so I could ignore the cock which pulled out of me, though Lynn had Belle take care of it. Francesca had been sucking Björn's cock.

"You're quite good at that, Beth. I couldn't believe you could ignore your fucking while you licked me."

I kept my head properly lowered, but smiled to show I heard and appreciated her remarks.

Shortly afterward we were brought to the next seating area, one of four chairs with three men and one woman. Two of our bodyguards, Ethan and Art, moved with us, Al remaining with the rest of our party.

The woman had seen me licking Delphine, she was facing the right way. She opened her cape and told me to get busy. She spoke in French, but it was apparent what she wanted. One of the men had an erection sticking out of his cape and told Belle suck him. He used English though his actions meant as much as his words. Francesca was told to pour wine by the other two, getting them wine from the small table in the seating group. When she handed them their wine, they fondled her pussy, tasting her on their fingers. One of the men, after tasting her, covered his finger in her juices a second time and swirled the finger in his wine, flavoring it. Francesca smiled for him, appreciating the gesture. She took a seat between the two men on the floor in case they wanted more. Apparently, they did, each of them fondling a breast as she sat there, moaning.

Belle and I finished our Dominants at roughly the same time, both of them moaning as they spasmed. Belle was well trained. A few more minutes passed and we were led to the next grouping, a party of six. None of them required sexual services, all relatively sated at the moment, but one of the men took a stiff, thin cane by his chair and switched each of our backsides twice. It stung quite a bit and I gasped on the first strike, though I managed to remain silent on the second. The bad thing about only two, is there was no time to sink into subspace. I'd had two orgasms, fucked, while servicing Delphine, but neither Belle nor Francesca had, and I'm sure they hurt worse than I did. His cock, while not erect, was stiffer when he finished then when he started, and I suspected he had sadist tendencies, but he didn't use any of us.

At the next grouping we went to, another one of eight, with six males and two females, a male slave was sucking a cock while getting fucked in the ass. He seemed to lose concentration more than I might have. We served coffee to four of those remaining and wine to the other two. After several minutes of watching the sexual tableau, one of the men started fucking Belle in the ass. I watched her closely to see if she would clean him afterward. She did, even though she gave a small grimace of distaste when she took his cock in her mouth to clean his cum off. He patted her head in appreciation.

This went on all evening. I'd been fucked two more times, once in each of my nether holes and sucked off two men. Dried cum had formed on my legs from that dripping from my cunt and ass. No one bothered cleaning slaves. Belle had been fucked twice more, both in her cunt. Francesca had finally been fucked too, three times in her cunt and once in the ass. We'd each received two more swats, Belle a paddle to her bottom, Francesca two more with one of those wicked canes or switches, me, two whip strokes on my cunt after a woman made me cum on her fingers.

It was around quarter to ten when we were led to another seating arrangement of six. A slave had been strung up between two pillars and all her clothes removed. Her back and bottom were a bloody mess. The fact I was looking at it so closely let me see one other thing, a brand like Fatima's. I needed to attract some attention, quickly.

I went in front of her and said, loudly enough everyone could hear me, "Mon cherie, you're so beautiful. No one should ever mark you as bad as this." Then I kissed her. Her collar was red, her badge was red, her upper number was five, but there was no second number.

I don't know if she understood me, but that was unimportant. I got everyone's attention, including Ethan's. My hand was on her bloodied ass pointing to the brand. Ethan nodded and said something into his earpiece. I, of course, for speaking aloud, was strung up in her place. They didn't remove my corset, but they did remove my dress and I had to endure getting switched twelve times by whatever they'd used on her. It was not pleasant. I knew they supposedly couldn't break my skin, but I was sure they left severe welts on my bottom.

I couldn't see what Ethan was doing, facing the wrong direction, but I heard him speak to someone in French. When I was finally released, I saw him fucking the poor miserable girl on her back. I knew she had to be in pain, but he was doing all he could to keep his weight off her and he seemed to be speaking softly in French and I would see her nodding or shaking her head in response.

One of the men who switched me, bent me over one of the chairs and fucked my ass. I had to clean him afterward. I wanted to bite his cock off if he was one of the men who'd caned her so badly, but I hadn't witnessed anything. Though they'd all used a similar cane on me, maybe it was left there for all to use. I knew she'd been there for a while, there were more than 30 stripes on her and supposedly, she was limited to five per person and there were only six men seated. Perhaps her owner put her there and wasn't seated in the grouping.

I didn't see if Ethan climaxed in the poor girl, but when I was finished with my chores, he grabbed my arm and told Belle and Francesca it was time to leave. After collecting everyone else, we went to our respective locker rooms and retrieved our clothes. Justine wasn't there, but I asked the woman helping us what it meant if the collar didn't have a second number on it.

"It means the slave can be permanently marked," she said. "There is no limit. You very seldom see one without a second number, even if it's a long time, like a month."

Whoever she was, her injuries looked severe enough to leave permanent scars. I wondered if we could do anything for her.

Ethan, Al and Art were standing outside waiting for us and they hustled us outside and into one of four nondescript cars with the lights off and motor running. I stuck with Delphine and Lynn. Ethan got in the front seat and we got in the back.

He pointed to the driver and said, "Say hello to Smitty, ladies."

I put my hand over the seat and said, "I'm very pleased to meet you, Smitty."

"Likewise. I've heard wonderful things about you."

"What's going on?" Delphine asked. "We were rushed out of there like the place was on fire, and now we're just sitting here."

"One of the women in the club appeared to be a real slave, involuntarily, and she was horribly beaten," I said. "Are we waiting for the police?"

"They'll be called later. Joshua and Miranda are coming so they can talk to the police. For now we're waiting for the woman and whoever her owner is to leave. The two men loitering over by the door are waiting for them to leave."

"Why did you fuck that poor woman on her back? It had to hurt her horribly."

"I know it did. She couldn't stop grimacing in pain no matter how gently I fucked her, but I had to get close enough to speak to her and I needed an excuse. I could hardly keep an erection it was so bad."

"What did you say to her?"

"I asked if she spoke French, because English and French are the only languages I know. She nodded and I apologized for hurting her. I asked if she'd been captured in Africa by Mahmoud. She got this horribly frightened expression on her face and nodded again. I then asked her if she was in the club voluntarily and she shook her head. I asked if her owner was one of the six men sitting there and she shook her head again. I then told her we would do our best to free her tonight, and to hang in there a little longer, help was on the way. She started crying then, probably a mix of pain and hope. I stopped fucking her and we got you out of there."

"What's going on?" Delphine asked. "How is it you know anything about this?"

We told her about our previous experiences with Mahmoud, real life slavery and the women we'd freed, currently on our ship in Amsterdam..

"Miranda is on a House of Representatives Committee on Human Trafficking. She got Master involved in checking out Hans Gruber, the man who'd purchased Fatima, which is how they met. Then he helped ransom another woman who'd been kidnapped by Mahmoud for money. When I saw a similar brand on this woman, I had to do something, so I spoke aloud to get everyone's attention so I could point out her brand to Ethan and hoped he'd do something. I got punished as a result and my ass hurts like hell, but if we saved another one, it will be worth it."

Delphine took my hand and held it as we waited.

"That looks like her, doesn't it, Beth?" Ethan exclaimed as a man and woman left the club.

"The way she's walking as if she's in terrible pain, it almost has to be."

"Right," Smitty said, flashing the lights on the car. "Let's hope so."

One of the two men outside approached the man, like he was asking for a light for the cigarette dangling from his lips. As soon as he was close enough, the man touched the owner with something and he dropped to the ground, writhing. "Taser," Ethan commented. The other guy gagged the man, put flex cuffs on his wrists and dragged him in the dark around the corner of the building. The cigarette guy brought the slave to our car, just as Master's limousine pulled into the parking lot. It was definitely her.