My Voyage of Submission Ch. 15

Cigarette guy handed Ethan the owners wallet and Ethan said, "Go sit in the limousine with this poor girl. Delphine, please speak to her and try to keep her calm. I suspect the only other language she knows is Arabic or Berber. Beth can probably tell you what she needs to hear. I'll call the police about this bastard."

The three of us got out of the car and taking the slave by the hand, led her to the limousine. She got a little nervous as we approached and Delphine talked to her. I heard "gendarmes", which I knew was police and she calmed down slightly, but only slightly. If she was anything like Fatima when we freed her, she probably thought she was going to be a slave for the rest of her life. She resignedly got in the limo when the driver opened the door.

"I'm sorry, Delphine, but you seem to have gotten sucked into one of the things we've been doing lately," Master said. "Could you please ask this young woman her name and where she's from?"

"Quel est votre nom et d'où venez-vous?"

She answered.

"Her name is Yasmine and she's from Morocco."

"Ask her if she has family in France or Morocco who she can go to."

The question was asked and answered.

"No family in France and only distant relations in Morocco who probably wouldn't take her given what happened. She said her parents were killed when she was taken. She said she will now be a slave for life. She has a brand on her which marks her as a slave, and she can never be free."

"Another one," Miranda said. "Why can't we find this asshole and end his reign of terror on these young women."

"I don't know," Master said. "Did she see her parents killed or was she told they were killed?"

More French. "She said she was told they're dead. She didn't see them killed."

"Tell her it's possible her parents are still alive, but we'll need their names, address, phone number, anything she can give us to help find them. Write it down." He handed Delphine a pad and pen.

When told, Yasmine's eyes lighted up for a second, until she realized what she'd have to tell them if she ever saw them again. She shook her head slowly when asked.

"She said her parents can never know what happened to her. It would kill them."

"Master, she's going to need medical attention. Her back was a bloody mess when I saw her," I said.

"As soon as the police arrive, we'll tell them. I think Ethan called an ambulance as well as the police."

As it turned out, the police and ambulance arrived moments later. Ethan waved them over to Smitty's car and Master and Miranda got out of the limo to greet them. We waited in the car for this to play out.

A few minutes later, a policeman opened the door.

"Do any of you speak French?" he asked.

"Only Delphine and Yasmine, who needs to be seen by a medic or doctor," I said. "She's the woman who was human trafficked and sold into slavery."

"That's yet to be determined. The man who you say owned her is quite rich and powerful."

"Delphine, ask Yasmine to remove her top and show the officer her back," I said.

Delphine did and Yasmine gingerly removed her blouse, flinching as she did so. The officer gasped when he saw it. There was still blood welling up from some of the stripes.

"Rich enough and powerful enough to do this to a young woman who was enslaved in Morocco?" I asked. "When the medic checks her out, he will find a brand burned into her buttocks by the man who enslaved her. Yasmine herself will tell you that because of her brand, she can never be free again. It's been beaten into her that she's a slave for life."

"This is a club where these types of activities take place."

"I know, I was in there partaking of those activities, but no one but a true masochist would ever consent to being beaten and tortured like this. That rich and powerful man bought a young woman who was probably a virgin when she was taken, and this is what he's done to her. I hope he rots in hell. I was struck myself for talking so I could bring her to someone's attention. I knew what was going to happen to me and accepted it because what was done to her was twenty times worse. Let her see the medic and then you can speak to her. Delphine, please go with her so she has someone she knows even a little bit beside her."

The officer pulled out of the door and told Yasmine to see the medic at the ambulance. Delphine went with her. I got out of the limousine and saw Master and Miranda talking to someone, who from the braid, appeared to be in charge. I joined them.

Master was saying, "I just had meetings with the Finance Minister yesterday. Here's his private number if you wish to speak to him." Master handed him a slip of paper.

The officer did and as soon as he called the number, stood a little straighter and got a very polite tone in his voice apologizing for bothering the Finance Minister so late at night. Apparently, the Finance Minister confirmed Master was a very important friend of the French government, and his wife was a member of the US House of Representatives and should be given every possible consideration.

"I'm sorry," he said upon hanging up the phone, "how are you involved in this?"

Miranda told him about her involvement in the problem of human trafficking and that they had been looking for a man named Mahmoud who was enslaving young women in North Africa and selling them all over the world. That he marked his slaves with a particular brand and so far, we'd managed to free several women who were sold the same way, including four taken by Mahmoud.

"Don't contact Interpol about this matter," Miranda said. "We believe someone in Interpol has been leaking confidential information to Mahmoud. You need to handle this matter within France."

"How did you become aware that this woman had a similar brand to those Mahmoud put on slaves? Were you here?"

"Not at all," Miranda said. "My husband and I are staying at the Four Seasons. Some of our party practice Dominance and submission and Elizabeth Wilson is studying Dominance and submission for her Doctoral thesis. They were here giving surveys to members. Beth saw the brand, recognized it as the same from other slaves we freed and brought it to our attention. It was confirmed Yasmine was an involuntary slave, but we didn't know who her owner was until they left the building. That's when our security people took custody of him and called you."

"Who's Elizabeth Wilson?"

"That would be me, sir," speaking up.

He turned to me and I told him how I became aware Yasmine was a slave and how Ethan confirmed it.

"In addition to Yasmine, you might also wish to speak to the other women we've freed," Master said. "They can confirm most of what we know. None of them speak French. Their English is rather limited as they were sold in South America and speak primarily Portuguese or Spanish in addition to their native languages, primarily Arabic, though also Urdu and a South Sudanese dialect. They're currently in Antwerp, but I can fly them here tomorrow if you need to speak to them and can arrange for French visas."

He shook his head. "This is going to be a nightmare."

"We've already found it so," Miranda said. "A complete and utter nightmare, especially for the women we've freed. They have scars, both mental and physical, they may never be free of. You might also want to search the fucking villain's residence or residences. If he owned one slave, he might own more. Any information you can find that would lead us to this Mahmoud character, the US government would be happy to have. My husband already helped arrange ransom payment for a US citizen Mahmoud had kidnapped in Ethiopia."

"I'll be happy to pay for any hospitalization Yasmine requires, lodging, food, whatever she needs," Master said. "I can put her up at the Four Seasons. We plan to be in France for several more days and you can see her there to continue your investigation. Please give my best regards to the Finance Minister if you speak to him again. Also, I'd like my name and my wife's name kept out of the press. We weren't here and in no way participated in what went on. We already know Mahmoud knows we're looking for him. If our involvement becomes known, it might inflame matters more."

"I'm sure we can keep your name out of our reports."

"My thanks, officer."

It paid to have friends in high places. We were there for another hour as they sorted things out. Yasmine was treated and questioned, confirming she'd been captured in Morocco and sold three years ago to the man who'd owned her, pointing him out. She also said she knew of two other slaves he owned. He was arrested and led away in cuffs, rich and powerful turd that he was.

We were back in Master's limousine. "Do you need to be dropped off at your residence, Delphine?" Master asked.

"Are you kidding? I need to find out what happens now. I can't believe I was a part of this. That man is in the papers almost every day. I'll stay at the hotel with you and invite my family to come to the Four Seasons to catch up."

"Very well," Master said, telling the driver to head back to the Four Seasons. When we were underway, Master asked if I'd be willing to reward Smitty for his help.

"That would be up to Delphine, sir. I feel like I've promised her my time and if she's willing to share it, I'll take care of Smitty now, otherwise, I'll reward him later."

"Do you think you can make him beg?" Delphine asked. "I've never seen a man beg to cum before."

"He has to leave me in charge, but if he does, he'll beg."

"Tell Smitty if he leaves Beth in charge of his pleasure, he's welcome to join us, otherwise, she'll reward him at another time."

Master smiled and called Smitty, who agreed to the terms of the arrangement, and Master got us another room as he only had the four suites and they were already in use. Yasmine came with us to the Four Seasons, under Hannah's care, who also spoke French and had an extra bed in her suite. Master called Leo and arranged for Farah, Fatima and Maahnoor to fly to Paris tomorrow, along with Henderson. Delphine called her mother apologizing for the lateness of her call and told her to come to the Four Seasons with Darla and Dominique tomorrow to catch up. Something had happened and she couldn't leave Paris right now.

At the front desk, Master gave me the key to the new room and Smitty, Delphine and I left, the night clerk smirking behind us. As it turned out, Smitty begged, though not degradingly so. Merely a whimpered plea to let him cum. We were still so wound up, Delphine and I fucked Smitty ragged for half the night, fucking each other when he couldn't get it up again, then collapsing in bed together, fully sated.

******

We slept until nine the next morning, fucked Smitty again and kicked him out so we could eat breakfast. We were halfway done when the front desk called to inform us we had three guests. We told the clerk to send them to our room, not bothering to dress before we let them in.

Michelle took one look at us and said, "Tu ne viens pas rendre visite à ta sœur à cause d'une petite amie?"

Darla rushed over to me, hugging and kissing me, "Beth, you've fucked my sister. How wonderful." This sort of set Michelle back. Dominique looked surprised as well.

"Maman, this is the woman I spoke about last night, Beth, the submissive to Joshua Greenbriar, Simone's friend who got Simone to submit to her husband, Henri."

"And a girlfriend is not why I didn't come today," Delphine said, "she would have come with me. You won't believe what's happened in the last twelve hours. Have you heard the news this morning, about Jean-Paul Desmonde's arrest?"

"Oui, we heard."

"I was there when he was arrested. He had purchased three women sex slaves, one of them from a slaver in Africa named Mahmoud. The one we helped free last night is named Yasmine and she was beaten horribly, blood all over her back and derrière. Beth's friends zapped him when he came out of Chateau Roissy, and we freed her. She's here now, scared and believing she's now a slave forever because they branded her with a hot iron on her backside. It was horrific, but I had to know what happened since I was a part of it. That's why you had to come see me. Besides, this is a wonderful place to eat. Didn't you used to cook here?"

"I did. Simone and I worked here together as chefs. It was wonderful. It's changed since then, but it's even nicer now."

"Anyway, this is Beth Wilson and she has a survey you can take. Her Master has given her permission to give you oral sex if you take it. I plan on taking it. Dominique, you should take it too."

"Beth est le meilleur amant oral que j'aie jamais eu. Vous devriez tous les deux faire son enquête," Darla said. "Incroyable."

"So you are the Beth Wilson Darla raves about, and now you've seduced a second daughter."

"I don't know that I seduced her as much as been available to her, Mistress. Nor did I know she was your daughter and Darla's sister until after we first had sex."

"Kneel."

I knelt.

"You are a seductive creature. I'll give you that. Display."

I displayed.

Michelle walked around me, appraising me, both by vision and touch, her fingers sliding down the crease of my ass over my pucker, across a taut nipple, and down through my soaking slit, touching my clit before proceeding to my wet sheath, piercing me with two fingers. Of course, I gasped, already close to cumming. She didn't let me cum though.

"Darla says the crew raves about you and your Master thinks you're the best submissive he's ever had. I can see where that might be true. I'm wet now thinking of your tongue slithering through my cunt."

Dominique exclaimed, "Maman!"

"I know I didn't do a perfect job of hiding my Dominance from you as you grew up, but I know you know what I am. Being around someone so submissive is like waving candy in front of a child. I want to put her on her knees and make her lèche-moi le vagin."

I smiled. I'd heard vagin used before and knew what it meant.

"Where's this survey? I want to take it," Michelle said.

I gave iPads to Delphine and Michelle. Dominique hesitated taking a third.

"Come on Dominique. Your husband is the least faithful of men. Do you really thinks he cares if some woman you'll never see again licks your pussy?" Darla said. "The only reason he hasn't fucked me is I haven't let him."

"Merde! Give it to me," she said. Another word I recognized. Why were curse words and vulgarities some of the first words you learned in another language?

I gave her a third iPad. Delphine finished hers first, more familiar with modern technology than her mother. I started in on her and this time, she was both fully naked and with plenty of time. Despite thinking she could resist, knowing what happened before, she still screamed, choking it off by shoving a fist in her mouth. It went on for several minutes. Dominique stopped taking hers to watch her sister cum so hard.

"Je te l'avais dit," Darla said. "I told you."

Michelle smiled and finished her survey. I helped her undress, wanting to do with her what I'd done for the daughter. Her bush was thick and curly and as soon as I got close to her, I knew where Darla got that intoxication which swirled around her. I had to stay away from it or I'd fail to give her my best. I seduced hell out of her, kissing, licking, teasing. As soon as I buried my tongue in her cunt, I wanted to live there, like dying and going to heaven. I wondered if it was part of the reason Simone had fallen for Michelle, submitting to her to savor her over and over again. When she orgasmed, she screamed like her daughter, her back arching off the bed.

"Are you sure you're committed to your Master?" Simone asked, panting. "I would snap you up in an instant if you aren't."

"Quite sure, Mistress. I do love a nice cock. Now, I get plenty of both, and I do love my Master."

Seeing her mother squirm on my tongue the way Delphine had, eliminated all doubts in Dominque's mind. She was already undressed and waiting for me. She was trimmed more than either Darla or Michelle, but less than Delphine.

"Have you ever been with a woman?" I asked.

"Maman was a lesbian. Of course I experimented with women."

I gave her the same deal I'd given the other two, and even knowing what happened to them, she still screamed, unable to cover her mouth in time. Darla laughed.

"Have you any tongue left for an old friend despite the fact I've already taken your survey and received my reward?"

"I was planning to come to your mother's today to see you. I knew I'd end up having sex with anyone who wanted to. Of course I'll have sex with you."

Darla had her clothes off in a trice. I didn't quite give her as good as the others got, and she had a pillow handy when she climaxed. My face was now drenched in the fluids of the mother and all three of her daughters. I got up and wiped myself off.

"We should probably check out of this room," I said. "We don't need it any more and I should really check and see how Yasmine is doing."

We didn't need to pack anything. We'd only used the room for sex. We put on our clothes, let the front desk know the room was available and headed for the suites upstairs. Master was gone. Hannah had stayed. Yasmine was sedated, sleeping lightly despite the pain. Miranda and Hannah were taking turns putting some type of cream on Yasmine's savaged back. When the others saw it, they were as shocked as we'd been seeing it for the first time.

"Pauvre chérie. Regarde ce qu'ils t'ont fait. C'est un péché," Michelle said.

"It really is a sin," Hannah said. "This must be your mother and sister, Darla?"

"Oui, Michelle and Dominique. How is she doing?"

"We think she'll be okay. Just in case, Manuel is coming with the others to look her over and see if more is needed. She's still scared, thinking she's now enslaved forever. It's the reason Joshua is bringing Fatima, Farah, and Maahnoor down. We're hoping they can convince her she's okay now and never needs worry again, plus having someone to speak to her in her native language might be helpful."

"It helped the others," Darla said. "I think being together makes them all stronger."

"I agree," I said. "Knowing others have gotten through it is a big help."

"The people who would do such a thing are animals," Michelle said.

"Isn't it similar to what you did, Maman, differing only in degree?" Dominique asked. "Beth has got welts on her back from her Dominant."

"It's not my Dominant who did this, although he knew it might happen and it was with my agreement, but this is never the same," I replied. "It's not nearly the same. Submissives have a choice. We establish rules before we submit. We have the choice of leaving when we want. I can tell someone to stop before I'm ever ripped up this badly. It's the purpose of a safe word.

Master knows what my limits are and he follows them. The person who did this, had no limits. He could do whatever he wanted to. He could kill her without consequence because no one knew what she was. She could have disappeared and no one would ever know the difference. Never confuse what your mother does to what happened to Yasmine. I wore a collar at the Chateau Roissy last night which said any one person could only strike me twice and leave no marks on me lasting longer than two days. It also said they couldn't break skin. Those are my Master's rules. It's possible mine might last a brief time longer than two days, but they'll be gone in four for sure.

"Yasmine's collar said any one person could strike her five times, break her skin, and leave permanent scars on her. Some of the scars she has were probably put there months ago. It is nowhere close to the same thing. Her owner had no limits. I've spoken to and dealt with one of your mother's slaves from before you were born and she loved your mother, had nothing but the highest regard for her. Would she have felt that way if she were beaten like this?"