My Voyage of Submission Ch. 17

In this chapter, there's an investigation into the attack on the way to Versailles. A new crewman has sex with Henry's wife, Maahnoor, with repercussions. This chapter contains, oral, anal, lesbian, and regular intercourse. No STD's or COVID in this fantasy world. My thanks to JohnnyGalt for his editorial assistance. All remaining errors are mine.

My Voyage of Submission, Ch 17, - Attack Aftermath

As Smitty had intimated, everything was different when we got back to the Four Seasons. We landed at a small heliport near the center of Paris, got into another armored limo with four fully armed badasses and drove about three or four kilometers to the hotel. Barricades had been thrown up on both ends of the street passing by the hotel. Police in riot gear manned the barricades and verified our identities before allowing us to pass. More policeman were by the doors to the hotel. We had to show more ID to get in. The elevator stopped at the fourth floor which had a dozen heavily armed men I could see in it and we had to ascend to the top floor by stairs which had more armed men in it.

We got up to the top and Master was waiting for us, giving every one of us huge bear hugs, even Lynn.

"Christ, I almost lost all four of you at once," Master said, his eyes on the watery side.

"Shouldn't you be saying something like Abraham, or Elijah, sir, instead of Christ?" I said. "Just saying, taking the Lord's name in vain should be different for a Jewish guy."

He started laughing, though it sounded a little on the hysterical side instead of his usual hearty laugh.

"Do you need any time to pull yourselves together," Master asked. "The FBI is waiting to speak to you. They're in Hannah's suite."

Miranda looked at us and then said, "I think we're good to go. It was scary, sure, but everyone is safe, no one is injured. Our guys did great, sir. I was so proud of them."

"This is going to be tricky," Master said. "We can't tell the FBI about Miranda's sexual proclivities, it's too politicized. Lynn, you're traveling with your fiancé to get married in Norway. Francesca, you work for Miranda, Belle is your girlfriend. Beth, if anyone makes a connection with submission, you're Lynn's submissive."

"Yes, sir."

"I've got water and food set up in Hannah's room if you're hungry or thirsty. If you need to give yourself a few minutes to gather your composure, take it."

We all went to Hannah's room and there were three agents there, two of whom were doing interviews, one of whom seemed to be liaising with the French police, or at least, talking to someone outside the room. They spoke to all of us individually, and recorded the interviews.

When it was time for my interview, I sat down in front of a fairly young man, perhaps early thirties, maybe a couple years younger than Master.

"My name is Agent Ross, for the record, can you tell me your name, occupation and where you live?"

"Elizabeth Wilson, Gainesville, FL, student at the University of Florida, doctoral candidate."

"What degree program are you enrolled in?"

"Psychology."

"What can you tell me about the attack on Representative Ward's car?"

I told him everything I knew, which wasn't overmuch.

"Do you know why Joshua travels with so much security, mostly ex-military?"

"You'd have to ask him. I imagine he feels safer knowing he and his wife are protected from the kinds of things which happened today."

"Do you know of any reason for the attack?"

"No reason, though I could speculate. Could be terrorists carrying out an attack on a US governmental figure. Mr. Greenbriar has recently had dealings with some type of African warlord who kidnapped a young American woman, Johanna Hoffler. I'm sure you heard about that. I got the impression Mr. Greenbriar got some kind of advantage over the man. Perhaps it was due to that. I really don't know. You'd have to speak to the men who attacked us. Have any been captured?"

"French police are questioning survivors, we don't know what the interrogations have revealed yet. I see you've had a couple run-ins with the French police recently."

"I'd hardly call them run-ins. We parted on good terms. They asked questions about incidents I was involved in."

"Yes, at two BDSM clubs, Chateau Roissy and Cries and Whispers. Why were you there?"

"Research for my doctoral thesis."

"Which is what, exactly?"

"Dominance and submission from the submissive's point of view. I was giving members of the club a survey I developed to delve into their backgrounds. I have it here." I pulled out my iPad. "Would you like to see it? Or better yet, take it."

"I'm not a Dominant or submissive. Why would you be interested in what mine said?"

"I've actually been able to correlate answers from known Dominants and submissives and apply it to everyday people and see if they lean one way or the other. Just guessing, but I would think you run towards Dominant, though I have heard of submissive FBI agents. There were rumors about former FBI director J. Edgar Hoover, although I have no knowledge one way or the other."

"What can you tell me about the incidents at the two clubs?"

"Not as much as the French police reports. I'm sure you could access them."

"Tell me in your own words."

"I saw a young woman with a brand burned into her ass, which we have known meant she was a victim of human trafficking, captured and sold by the same man who kidnapped the Hoffler girl. While I was punished for speaking aloud in the club, one of Joshua's security team found out she was, in fact, a sold slave. We had no clue who her owner was because of the way the club was run, we waited outside the club until she exited with her owner, and he was taken into custody and she was freed. He had two other human trafficked slaves.

"In the second club, a man who had attended the first club and professed to be a friend of the man arrested for that crime, recognized me for my involvement in the first, and attacked me. Mr. Greenbriar's security stopped him from hurting me further. I heard he helped rape and torture Jean-Paul Belmonde's slaves. He was arrested for those crimes, not for his attack on me. That's as much as I know."

"Do you think it's possible Belmonde could be responsible for this attack and it had nothing to do with Representative Ward?"

"French police described him as rich and powerful. I imagine it could be possible for him to hold a grudge. I don't really know. Only the people who committed the attack would know."

"Thank you for your time."

"You're welcome." I stood up to leave. He turned off the recorder.

"Tell me something," Agent Ross asked. "I understand you have to be a Dominant or submissive to enter those clubs. Which one are you?"

"Not exactly. Joshua's bodyguards went and they're neither Dominant nor submissive, but I'm researching submission from the submissive point of view. I was acting the part of a submissive."

"Acting?"

"Not exactly acting, as I do exhibit submissive tendencies myself. Lynn Farber was my Dominant at the first club; a French citizen, Michelle Montfort, at the second."

"So you're a lesbian then?"

"No, if you're a submissive, you'll fuck anyone. Would you like to see me fuck someone? I'm told I give the best blow jobs anyone has ever experienced. The best pussy licking as well. Would you like to see? Should I sit down again and you can turn on your recorder, or are you truly done?"

He smiled. "No, we're done. Thanks."

I left without another word. Cheeky shit. I think he was trying to get into my panties, if I wore any. He'd have to hurry. We'd be leaving France soon.

******

Delphine had trouble getting into the hotel after she got off work. The police at the barricade called Master to get his permission for her to enter.

"What's going on?" Delphine asked. "Why all the heavy security?" She started taking off her clothes, but Hannah stopped her.

"Don't strip. The FBI is still here. The limo taking Miranda, Lynn, Beth, Francesca and Belle to see Versailles today was ambushed."

"Was anyone hurt?"

"Only the attackers," Master said. "We don't know the final numbers yet, but it appears twelve died and five more are wounded. I think some also escaped. Two of the cars were abandoned, one with blood inside. We're taking precautions to make sure we're not attacked here. The men in the SUV are still being questioned by French police."

"I think Agent Ross hit on me," I said.

"Why do you think that?" Miranda asked.

"Because he turned off his recorder before asking the last couple questions, one of which, was I a lesbian."

"What did you say?" Master asked.

"I said I was a submissive and therefore, fucked anyone."

Master laughed. It was his regular laugh again. "Maybe it wouldn't hurt if you cozied up to Delphine a little."

I held out my hand and she came and sat beside me. We kissed. I put my arm around her and pulled her close.

About an hour after all the interviews were done, the agents got ready to leave.

"What do the French know about the attackers?" Master asked.

"They seem to be hired thugs, and don't really know who hired them. Lots of money changed hands. They were supposed to ambush the car, kill all the men and take the women."

We looked at each other.

"Any North Africans in the group?" Master asked.

"About a half dozen of the dead ones, but it doesn't really mean anything as Morocco used to be a French possession, so a lot of them live in France. The others were mostly French, with a couple other mercenary types of assorted nationalities."

"But it doesn't appear to be a terrorist attack?" Miranda asked.

"No known jihadists in the group, all pretty much criminal types. Most have records here."

"Could you please keep my head of security, Edgar Reynolds, informed of police findings."

"Where's he?"

"Still talking to French police. He was in charge of their security going to Versailles. Hannah will provide you with his personal cell phone number."

Hannah got up and shared the number before they left. As they left, I made sure I was kissing Delphine with lots of tongue and Agent Ross saw me. He was wearing a wistful smile as he left. We ordered from room service as we didn't want to go to any of the restaurants below our security blockade. It was a pretty quiet meal, wondering what was happening to the men in our group.

Around seven, the armed guard outside the door opened it, and our missing comrades walked through the door, laughing and joking. Edgar walked up to Hannah and laid a big fat kiss on her lips.

"Thank you, darlin'. I didn't realize you upgraded our security rating. They didn't even hassle us about the weapons we had."

Hannah laughed. "You are protecting a Congresswoman now. As long as Miranda is with us, she requires top notch protection."

"Fuckin' A. I'll take a little smooch from you too, Representative Miranda Ward, you lovely fucker. I thought for sure we might spend a few days in the pokey until this got sorted out."

Edgar grabbed her up and laid a lip lock on her, squeezing her ass.

"Pardon me, boss. Couldn't help myself. I'm starving. What's to eat?"

Björn entered to a warm welcome from Lynn as well. She kissed him and said, "I know you need to eat, but I want to fuck you so bad I can taste it."

Björn chuckled and swung her around a half circle. "You could use Manuel to warm you up?"

"Sorry, slave won't do it for me this time. I need my fiancé's meaty cock."

"Order whatever the hell you want from room service," Master said, "and I don't even care if you order the most expensive bottle of wine on the wine list. You kept everyone safe. That's all I cared about."

Edgar grinned. "Just doing my job, boss. Couldn't let them take any of our fuck buddies, could I?"

"You might have to wait for your reward. I want every one of them in my bed tonight."

Edgar looked at all of us affectionately. "I don't blame you a bit."

The others ordered their food, then we started talking.

"William Thornhill and a couple other friends are going to start bankrupting Jean-Paul. If he's responsible for these attacks, he'll soon find he can't pay for any more. I'm staying out of it so he doesn't see it coming. At the very least, he won't be purchasing any more slaves. I'm increasing the search for Mahmoud, but I'm not even sure he's in charge anymore. I think there's someone above him. If I find out who attacked you, they are going to regret the day they were born. We'll be leaving tomorrow, so don't get too hungover.

"We're flying back to Antwerp, no trains or motorcades. I want everyone back on the ship with an additional ten security added. Don't put anyone on who will get seasick. Meetings in London will be either on the ship or buildings with heliports on top. No sightseeing trips or shopping trips for the women."

I wanted to complain. I'd wanted to go to England almost more than anywhere else on our planned trip around the world. I had a good grasp of the English language, damn it, and wouldn't need interpreters everywhere. But I knew he was trying to keep us safe.

"We've gotten permission from the British Home Office to go fully armed on the ship and have police escort off it," Hannah said. "The Brits don't want a repeat of France on their soil. They've got an ear out for any talk about attacks on Miranda or any of Joshua's interests. They'll inform us immediately if they get wind of anything."

"What about Ateefah's and James' wedding?" I asked. "They wanted to get married in a mosque and we were all planning to go. I still haven't gotten wedding gifts for them, though I did buy some things for Henderson and Maahnoor."

"You can order any gifts on-line and have them delivered," Hannah said. "I don't know about the wedding. Perhaps we should hold it on the ship."

"We definitely can't hold it at the mosque we planned it at," Master said. "I'm sure that could be compromised."

"We could do a sort of shell game," Edgar said. "Cancel the current date and time, and set something up at five other mosques, three different dates and times at each, pick the one we go to at the last minute."

Master pondered. "It's workable, but it would need to be one of the earlier ones, though not the first. The more dates and times went by, the easier it would be to narrow it down. I'd prefer to do it on the ship, bring an Imam on board to conduct whatever ceremony there is. Since we've done one Muslim wedding already, it would be easier to hold another and do it more formally. There's a large Pakistani population in Great Britain. We could find traditional clothes and the like there. Make sure we have the food stuffs we need for a wedding feast. I'll talk to James and Ateefah and see how set they are to having it at the mosque. Given the attack, they may want to skip the mosque as much as I do. I definitely think they were going for the women. The FBI made that pretty clear."

"Why?" I asked. "I can see trying to recover some escaped slaves, but not at the risk they took, and we didn't even have escaped slaves with us. Was this truly an attack on Miranda? I can see where she'd be a rich ransom, but is there something else going on we don't know about? It almost feels personal. Maybe it was Jean-Paul, hoping to eliminate possible witnesses or at least get even for his arrest. What part does he play? Where does he get his money and how did he make it. Is it possible he's the European Mahmoud, the guy who does the same thing in Europe as Mahmoud does in North Africa? If we think someone is above Mahmoud, could it be Jean-Paul? Maybe his three slaves were trades instead of purchases. Selling his merchandise overseas and getting overseas merchandise in return. Splitting them from their homelands like was done to the others to reduce chance of rescue or escape. Can it be an attack on us because we're finding cracks in the wall, starting to get to the bottom of this whole mess? I mean, it's possible you've freed more slaves than all the police forces in the world since we've started looking into this. Mahmoud's brand is known. We suspect the Chinese tattoos. We maybe have more information than anyone but Interpol, and we don't trust them. We're not sharing information anymore."

"Good point," Master said. "And they know we're not sharing information, which means whoever could be giving Mahmoud information, knows we suspect something is rotten there. It bears looking into. Edgar, start doing a deep dive on Belmonde, see what we can find out about him we don't already know. Maybe start a cautious search on the top dogs in Interpol, maybe starting with the two agents on our ship, and their bosses, whoever they are."

"You got it."

"I'll have the NSA take a gander at those same people," Miranda said, "when I get back to Washington. You're right, Beth. This seems bigger than Mahmoud."

"So you'll be leaving Paris now," Delphine said. "Are you sure you can't take me with you, Master?"

"I don't think I could handle more slaves myself, Delphine. I'm sorry. You are a lovely woman and I've truly enjoyed your service, but I find it difficult to give everyone the emotional attention they deserve if I slice myself too thin."

"I understand, sir. I'm sorry as well. I've enjoyed myself very much. Thank you for including me in your time here."

"Are you really sure you want a Master anyway? You seem more fond of women than men."

"My mother or sister?" Delphine laughed. "I don't think that would work very well."

"I was thinking of Hannah," Master said. "She'd have to check it over with her wife, but each of you seemed to enjoy yourselves very much when Angelique spent the night here."

Delphine looked suddenly at Hannah.

"Would you accept me as your submissive, Hannah? Would you want to?"

"As Joshua said, I'd have to speak to Angelique, but I think she'd be agreeable. We did enjoy your service. Plus, it would give you the chance to spend more time with Darla."

"I'd have to give notice. Could I join you in a couple weeks?"

"I'm sure we could make arrangements," Hannah said. "Come over here and lick me to an orgasm."

"Yes, Mistress."

Delphine went over, knelt on the floor and parted her Mistress's legs, pulling down her panties and began lapping at the source of her womanhood. I thought it would be nice having Delphine around. She was such a lovely young woman. I knew the other women would enjoy her too. Roberta, Kelly, Sherry, and Jîngyi would all delight in Delphine.

"Very nice," Hannah moaned. "I think we can turn you into a cunt licker that rivals Beth. Angelique better be careful, or she might find herself low slave on the totem pole."

Delphine kept going until Hannah climaxed, then gave her another for good measure. When Delphine finished, Hannah pulled her into her lap and used her fingers on Delphine while kissing her and licking her cum from Delphine's face.

I felt as if I'd been through a ringer today. Master noticed how I was flagging and called all four of us into his room. We all took turns, sucking him hard, mounted him, fucked him until we orgasmed then switched places. Belle was the one riding him when he orgasmed. Francesca cleaned her slave while Miranda and I cleaned Master. We all cuddled together as best we could in the King size bed. Good thing none of us was overly large.

"I'm so glad you're all safe. I care for all of you a great deal," Master said, caressing me and Miranda.

Miranda laughed. "It's okay, Master, we know you love Beth more, but we understand. She is special."

We were asleep by 10:30. At 11:40, Master got a call from the FBI. He put it on speaker.

"Sorry to bother you so late, Mr. Greenbriar, but we thought you should know. We went to the jail to question Belmonde about the attack on your wife around 8:00 PM. We found him stabbed in his cell. He died about a half hour ago."