My Voyage of Submission Ch. 17

"Do you know who did it?"

"Not yet. They're checking security tape to see who had access to him. So far, nothing."

"Thank you. Do you think he was involved in the attack on my wife?"

"I don't know, but it certainly feels as if someone is tying up loose ends."

"I'd say the same thing. We were considering if he was behind the human trafficking ring we've discovered. If he was, he wasn't at the top. I think he might have known who was at the top and he had to be silenced before he gave up that information."

"Hard to say. We might never know now. If the French give us more information, we'll let you know."

"Thanks. I'll let my staff and wife know." Master ended the call.

"No point in bankrupting him now, is there, sir," Miranda said.

"I suppose not. I'll let Bill know tomorrow."

"I can't say I'm sorry he's dead," I said, "but now I wish we knew more about him. I'll let Yasmine know tomorrow he's gone. It might be a relief."

This time, our sleep was uninterrupted.

******

In the morning, Master fucked our asses. He liked to make sure each of our holes was used frequently. Doing it in the morning let him take a shower when he was finished, doing a better cleaning job than any of us could do with just a wet washcloth. A morning shower helped with our cleanliness as well.

Breakfast was once again ordered from room service. Clothes and gifts were packed. Those were going by vehicle. Only the people were taking the air route. A caravan of three limousines, six SUV's filled with heavily armed men and four police vehicles made the short trip to the small heliport. Five birds were cranked up. Five non-combatant types were seated on each helicopter along with three loaded for bear. One by one, they took off and headed for Antwerp. Everyone left behind, packed everything into eight SUV's and headed for the Belgian border accompanied by two police vehicles, one at the head and another at the rear of the parade, splitting off only when they reached the border.

I was in the lead helicopter, along with Master, Miranda, Hannah and Angelique, who'd joined us after breakfast, accompanied by three door kickers. If we were in jeopardy, it was possible she was too.

"Hannah, make sure we send the Finance Minister a bottle of that brandy he likes so much, along with a couple hundred thousand to put towards the costs the government expended on our behalf. Find out from him what the President likes and send him a bottle, apologizing for all the fuss we created. Probably ought to send something to the Police Commissioner as well. I know it was their job, but they busted their butts for us."

"Yes, sir. It will be taken care of."

"Ange, are you excited to have a sister slave?" I asked.

"Of course. Delphine is dreamy. I had lots of fun with her."

"How many bookings did you have to cancel out on?"

"Seven so far. We're hoping I can still keep the Italian jobs in a month."

"Master, how much time are we spending in Norway for Lynn's and Björn's wedding?"

"Ten days."

"Ten? I thought maybe four or five at the most, sir. Do you have some business up there?"

"I have a couple days of meetings, but there's something else I wanted to do while we're there."

"What is it, sir?"

"A surprise."

"Any hints, Master?"

"Nope."

"Cruise the fjords, sir?"

"I'm sure there will be a little cruising."

"Sightseeing, Master?"

"Are you trying to eliminate things until you have an answer?"

"Perhaps," I laughed. "Will there at least be sex, sir?"

"I'm quite confident there will be lots of fucking."

"Good. I wouldn't want to fall out of practice and lose any skills, sir, since you treasure them so highly. Will Miranda be with us the whole time?"

"No. Miranda, Francesca and Belle can stay part of the time, but they'll have to head back before we're done."

"Do they know what we're doing in Norway, Master?"

"Some of it, but not all."

"So I'm the only one being kept totally in the dark? That's a clue in itself, sir."

"Stop trying to guess. I don't want the surprise spoiled."

"Another clue. You're too easy, sir."

"If you say another word, you can spend the first six hours aboard in a Slave Trainer."

That shut me up. I grinned at Miranda though. As bad as things had been the last week, some others were good and I was looking forward to a lot more. When we got back to the ship, we hopped off quickly so the helicopter could depart and another land. I was soon reunited with my sister slaves. I was already naked, as were they. As soon as we'd moved off the helo deck, we'd stripped. I also saw most of the crew had body armor on, though no guns were in evidence, but I expected they were close by. Our attack had put everyone on a war footing.

"You have the rest of the morning free," Master said. "When the SUVs get here, you'll need to come out and get your things and put them away."

"Yes, Master. May we cum?" I asked.

He laughed. "You're incorrigible. Fine. You can all cum, but not in the cabin. I have some work to do in there and you'd be too distracting."

We looked at each other and all smiled. "The spa," Miranda said. "It's been so long since I've had a good soak."

"Definitely," I said. "I'll make an announcement."

"What announcement?"

"That until our stuff arrives, the lower spa is a man free zone. I need to have a chat with some of the other ladies, whoever isn't on watch. It's been over a month since I've seen Sahar, Hibbah, Ateefah, Jîngyi, Roberta, Sherry and Kelly. Miranda hasn't met any of them except the ones who came to Paris. She should meet the others she helped free by pointing us at Hans Gruber."

"I'll authorize it," Master said. "Hannah, you make the announcement and tell them any females may be relieved of duty so they can participate."

"Yes, sir. Angelique, you may join the others. You too may cum."

"Thank you, Mistress."

Hannah made the announcement and soon, lots of women were joining us, shedding their clothes. Sahar was wearing her body armor when she arrived, but soon joined us in the spa, as naked as a jaybird. Ateefah was showin significant signs of her pregnancy, now estimated to be about four and a half months along, like Maahnoor. I made introductions.

"Ateefah, Sahar, Hibbah, I'd like to introduce you to my Master's wife, the Honorable Miranda Ward-Greenbriar, US Representative from North Carolina, a member of the House Select Committee on Human Trafficking, and the woman who first pointed us in the direction of Fatima, thinking her owner might be a human trafficker. It was through Fatima we became aware of Mahmoud and eventually, all of you, through the brand Fatima had. Miranda, this is Sahar from Oman, Hibbah from Sudan, and Ateefah, from Pakistan. Ateefah is engaged to James. Hers is the wedding we're planning for London. Everyone, this is Yasmine, who we freed from a very evil man in France. She also was originally from Morocco, like Maahnoor, which is why they came to Paris to help her adjust. She speaks French and Arabic, no English."

Miranda hugged each of them. "I'm so pleased to meet you, ladies, and so glad we were able to help you."

"Do you lick pussy as good as Beth?" Sahar said. Apparently, she hadn't developed any social filters yet, although her English sounded substantially better.

Miranda laughed. "No one licks pussy like Beth, but I do okay, don't I girls?"

We agreed Miranda was a very proficient pussy pleaser.

"Do you have permission for sex now from Joshua?"

"As a matter of fact, I do," Miranda laughed. "Do you want to see?"

"Please." Sahar sat up on the edge of the spa and Miranda zeroed in on her target.

Kelly, Roberta and Jïngyi also sat on the edge of the spa and Francesca, Belle and I were soon dipping between their wet folds. Fifteen minutes later, Sahar choked back a scream as Miranda made her climax, and the others soon followed. We began moving around the spa sampling the other women, only Ateefah and Maahnoor demurring, due to their relationships.

I found myself doing Hibbah and asked how she was doing. "Doing well. Reading and writing some English now. Nothing too hard. Read 'Old Yeller,' very sad book. Have you read?"

"Yes, it is. Are you still having sex with men?"

"Mostly men, but some women too. I guess I go to hell like you. Don't want to be without my friends."

I laughed. "If it's any consolation, I don't think you'll go to hell. I think you already went. It's your turn for heaven."

I soon showed her how nice heaven could be. The enjoyable thing was, we weren't neglected either. As soon as they knew we were allowed to cum, they took care of our needs, Sahar taking care of me.

Yasmine was left out, still restricted from sex, and when all but she, Ateefah and Maahnoor had climaxed, Jïngyi asked. "What happened yesterday? All of a sudden they pulled the gangway up, issued everyone armor and weapons. It's died down some, but I've never seen us this jumpy in a port."

"The limousine we were riding in yesterday to see the Palace at Versailles was ambushed along the way," Miranda said. "A total of four vehicles were involved and many gunman, all or most criminals, attacked us. We don't know who the attackers were for sure, but they wanted the women according to men the police questioned. We don't know if it was strictly to get me, or all of us. It's possible it's related to the man we saved Yasmine from or Mahmoud, or someone higher up the food chain. We just don't know."

We then had to tell everyone about the trips to the clubs, how Yasmine was freed, the attack on me in Cries and Whispers, the attack on the limo and everything else that happened.

"The man who put those marks on you, is he dead?" Sahar asked.

"Not dead, but badly crippled," I said. "Edgar broke both of his arms, one so badly he may never regain use of it."

"Good. I would have killed."

"Then you might have been in jail yourself. We were in a club where some things were allowed. He definitely exceeded what was allowed. They didn't even prosecute him for hitting me, although he was arrested for participating in the rape and torture of Jean-Paul Desmonde's slaves, including Yasmine."

"What about Yasmine's owner? What's going to happen to him?" Roberta asked.

"He was killed in his jail cell last night," Miranda said, "before we could find out if he was somehow involved in the human trafficking ring."

I'd had no time to tell Yasmine this morning. I told Fatima she had to tell Yasmine what happened.

"Tell Yasmine her owner is dead," I said. "Ask her how it makes her feel?"

Fatima reported Jean-Paul was dead and asked how Yasmine felt about it.

Yasmine asked a question and Fatima nodded. Yasmine soon had tears trailing down her cheeks, then said something else.

"She asked if he was really dead," Fatima said, "then said she's not sure how she feels."

"Ask if her tears are of joy, or sadness."

Fatima asked, and Yasmine wiped her face as if she'd just realized she was crying. She answered.

"She said there is some sadness, though not sure why."

"She should be happy owner dead," Sahar said. "Why is she not?"

"Yasmine might be a true submissive," I said. "She might have found out through her slavery, but she's asked if she could have another Master, better than the one she had before. I'm sure she has mixed feelings. Even though he was more cruel than I'd be happy with, there might have been a connection to him none of you had with your owners. She's spoken to Doctor Kline and I need to give her some tests. She's waiting for an answer."

"So it's possible Yasmine is like you?" Sahar asked.

"It's possible. At this time, we don't know if it's true submissiveness or if it's still part of her slavery talking. All of you were affected in some way or other by what happened to you. Sahar, you say you have deadness inside. Maahnoor and Ateefah, though married or about to be, engage in sexual activities which wouldn't be common for normal Muslim women. Hibbah is having sex with both men and women sometimes. These are things you might never have done if not for your slavery. I've wondered how it would affect someone who was already submissive. Yasmine may be that person. So even though she was mistreated, she may feel some bond between her owner and her. Just as we can love our Master even though he punishes us. She might do very well with a Master who treats her better than her old one did."

"If she is submissive, would Joshua accept her?" Roberta asked.

"Master feels he's reaching the limits of what he can do, not because of the sex necessarily, though it might be part of it. He can always give us sex through others as he does now. But there needs to be some emotional bonding with his slaves. It's not all fucking. He's afraid if he's spread thinner, all of his slaves will suffer because he can't give us the other things we need from the relationship. Even Belle gets part of her emotional needs met through Francesca, who's her Mistress. Master only needs to give her part of what she needs. It's why he rejected Delphine, even though she would have submitted to him. It's why he won't accept Yasmine. In a way, her needs might be higher because of what happened before. She may require lots of positive attention he doesn't have time to give her. I spoke to Professor Kline about the possibility of accepting her. Captain Amundsen might be another possibility."

"The Captain!" Roberta said. "He's a Dominant now too?"

"He's always had elements of Dominance. You can't be the Captain of a ship without having a strong Alpha personality, so it's not a foreign concept. He's not a Dominant yet, but he could become one. I suppose if I'm throwing other names out there, William Thornhill and Henri Jourdan could be others. William only has one at the moment, as does Henri, and Henri speaks French, so there wouldn't be a language barrier. Doctor Kline also speaks French, though he's rusty as he doesn't often use it. I'd want her to have someone far more kind than what she's experienced before, so she can experience submission without being beaten half to death or tortured. We'll see. It may only be her slavery talking, and not true submissiveness. I've given her my survey, but I need to enter all her data in my matrix and see where she falls."

We talked about a multitude of other things from our time apart. Eventually, our possessions caught up with us. Fatima had to go back to the bridge to help plan our departure from Antwerp. Miranda, Francesca, Belle and I had to put our things away. Ten more hard core special forces types joined the crew though Smitty wasn't one of them. I asked Master why as we were putting our new belongings away.

"I need another leader on the ground outside the ship, who's mobile enough to help if needed, but not stuck in the same place we are, so he'd get pinned down with us. Besides, Smitty doesn't much care for the water. He prefers dry boots. He's with us, but not. Close enough to call on and get help quickly, but operating independently. If our ship did get taken by pirates, someone has to plan the rescue, right? They'll be scouting out things in London before we get there."

"Yes, Master. It makes sense. What kind of scouting?"

"Hitting the bars and dives where criminals, thugs and mercenaries hang out. Try to listen in on any gossip floating around about us or anything else of interest to us. Not all high level intelligence comes from high level sources. Some of it comes from the bottom. How many times did you cum?"

"Only once, sir," Miranda replied. "We had to catch up. The crew didn't know why things changed suddenly yesterday."

"Yeah, we need an all hands meeting just before we debark, to introduce the new boys, and explain what happened. It's also the last day of the month, so we should do Employee of the Month drawings. All of you be prepared to spend six hours with one of the winners over the next couple days. I won't give all of you up at once. Miranda, anyone wanting to fuck your cunt should be prepared to wear a condom, so get some from Manuel and start carrying them around with you. You're probably not fertile at the moment, but I'm not taking any chances. I'll announce that as well."

"Yes, sir."

At 1500, the crew held a muster. Whoever hadn't been involved in the fracas yesterday was at the muster. Those who had were on guard duty, guns nearby but not visible. Master announced what happened to everyone. Some had already heard like all the women, but others were hearing it for the first time.

"Due to the attacks, our normal port procedures are being changed for London. Since the attack seemed to be targeting women, no women will be allowed off the ship at any time without my authorization and a security team of at least four people. That includes you Roberta. I know you can handle almost anything thrown your way, but at least twenty people were involved in the attack on the limo. Since it failed, more might be used next time. I'm worried about the the fact they seemed to be targeting the women for capture and the men for death. It might indicate they were hoping to take slaves, although it could also be they didn't know which one was Miranda and were going to take all the women just to be sure they got the right one.

"Because of the attack, James, I'm reluctant to let your marriage take place in a mosque off ship. I'm sure you don't want to endanger your bride. We might be able to work something out, but the current plans are cancelled as they might be known already through the mosque. Talk it over with Ateefah. I'm perfectly willing to bring an Imam onto the ship for the marriage ceremony and since we've had one Muslim wedding, might even be able to put together an even better one. Come to my cabin at 1630 and let me know what you want to do. I'll try to accommodate your wishes, but you may not be able to have as many attend the wedding if you do as I'm reluctant to expose the women off the ship.

"Miranda is trying to get pregnant, so anyone who wins her services while she's with us will have to use a condom if they wish to use her pussy. All other holes are open for business sans condom. Today is the last day of September, so we'll have three Employee of the Month drawings. For Edgar's ability to protect my women and friends without losing anyone or even taking a casualty, he will automatically get his choice of one of the slaves. The other four men in the limousine may expect a similar though shorter reward at some point in the next couple days. I can't thank you enough for what you did for me, and I'm sure the women appreciate it even more. Edgar, which of the four would you like tonight for six hours?"

"Well, until that condom business, I would have chosen Miranda," Edgar said. "Since that might put a wee damper on my fun, I think I'll take Belle since I've not experienced the full gamut of her charms yet, either."

"Belle, you belong to Edgar from 1800 to midnight tonight. We'll hold the drawing for the other three now. Belle why don't you draw three names from the hat. The first one will be for Beth, the second for Miranda and the third for Francesca. Miranda's and Francesca's winners will get their services tomorrow scheduled around any required duties. I'll keep them for tonight."

Belle drew the first name out and it was Mickey. Miranda got Roberta, and Francesca got Vince to reward.

"Next up, we've got another ten individuals aboard for added security. I'm going to let them introduce themselves. Gentlemen, you'll probably be used more for lookout duty than anything else, but if you have any other shipboard skills which we can use, let Captain Amundsen know and we'll get you into the watch rotations. At the current time, you probably can't get nominated for Employee of the Day, Week or Month, because it takes special performance of your duties, and that's hard if all you do is lookout. However, if you have other skills, you might get your name tossed into the hat with the others. You'll find it's a great added benefit of working on board this ship. We'll start with you on the end. What's your name and your branch of service?"