My Voyage of Submission Ch. 17

"Jerome, call me Jerry. Army Rangers." Nice looking black fellow.

"Shedrick, most folks call me Shed. Delta." Another black man, reminded me of James, but harder and more chiseled.

"Arnold, don't call me Arnie. Some folks call me Palmer because of the golfer, though my last name is Phillips. SEALs. I know my way around a boat so I'll let the Captain put me to use." Reminded me of Ethan.

"Frank, known to my buds as Frankfurter, Army, Tenth Mountain." The same wiry but hard, coiled spring, type of body as Edgar

"Andrew, called Randy Andy to my friends. SAS." Randy Andy, did that make him a Chaney type, forever looking to collect knickers from different ladies. Chiseled but rugged good looks which might attract attention from women interested in bad boys.

"Fermin, nickname Vermin, Marine Corps. Semper Fi." Tall, thin, black, almost scrawny until you saw how hard everything was.

"Hope that means you won't give us crabs," Darla said to a rash of laughter.

He took it well, saying, "No, but I do have a nice mouse that likes to get swallowed up by pussy."

Darla laughed, saying, "Oh, I like him. He looks like he can fuck all night."

"Ronald, nicknamed Mac for the association with Ronald McDonald, Marine Corps." Also black, and big, reminded me of Jake.

"Oscar, Oz to my mates. SBS. I suppose I know my way around a boat too. I'll talk to the Captain." White, somewhat short, but wide, looking like a block of granite.

"Manfred, call me Manny please. Rangers." Black, burly, reminding me of the former Cleveland Browns running back and actor, Jim Brown.

"Simon, given the nickname of Simple for some reason," drawing laughter, "Special Boats."

"Thanks gentlemen. A couple rules since you're unfamiliar with life aboard the American Entrepreneur. We have some submissives aboard the ship, signified by two things. Their usual nudity, like today, though with the lateness of the year and more northern climes, that may be changing soon. The submissives can also be identified by their collars. Their sexuality belongs to their Dominants, so don't fuck with them unless you have permission.

"The sole exception to that rule is they must sometimes be led about with a leash. If one stops you and hands you his or her leash, you will stop whatever you're doing if not dealing with an emergency of some kind and lead them where they need to go. If you do, you may fondle them as you like for one minute, if you choose. Some of them can't be fondled, but the ones who can, will tell you it's okay until you learn who can and can't be touched. Just because they look like they're available, doesn't mean they are. I expect everyone to be treated with respect and consideration, no matter what their status is. I fired one guy for being rude to a submissive and I'll be happy to do it again if it proves necessary.

"We have a fairly large contingent of freed slaves on board at the moment. Yasmine," Master put a hand on her shoulder, "is off limits, period, until she's been cleared by a psychologist that any sexual activity won't inflict further emotional and psychological damage to her. The others have been cleared for sexual activity if they request it. Don't ask them if they don't ask you.

"The two pregnant ones are either married or going to be married. If they ask for sex from anyone but their mates, it may be a sign of a potential psychological problem related to their slavery. Refuse sex and notify Beth Wilson or me. We'll discuss it with their partners.

"Any of the other female members of the crew you can be approached or they can approach you for sex. If you can't tell the difference between crew and freed slave, ask. All but Yasmine speak English now. Any forced or coerced sex is immediate termination if not worse. The crew is pretty happy with the benefits they have now which may change if anyone gets out of line. If you cause problems, I might not have any issue with tossing you overboard and letting you swim to shore, or siccing Sahar on you. She was a slave for four years and will happily gut you with the knife she always carries on her person. She detests any forced sex with a passion and hatred I've never seen before. That's how serious I am. Once you're assigned email addresses, I'll send a copy of the pertinent paperwork to you. Dave in personnel will issue your shipboard email. Check it at least once a day. It will go to your phones if need be once you're on the wifi network. Any questions."

"Not at the moment," Oz said. "We'll step lightly until we figure things out. Right, boys?"

The rest of them agreed.

"Edgar is in charge of security for me and the ship. He'll probably have you down on the range checking on your skills over the next few days. Feel free to ask questions of anyone. We're a pretty good group. Except for the one shit I had to fire, we all get along nicely."

"Fine, I'm sure he'll find us up to the task," Jerry said.

The muster broke up and Andrew approached me. "I have a question? What's a guy have to do to hook up with one of you naked birds?"

"Do something worthy of being rewarded. Hard work, extra effort. Occasionally, Master will throw out a freebie, but those are few and far between."

"Who's your Master?"

"Joshua, the boss, the guy who just told you what the rules are."

"He's married, don't you mess around some behind his back? He's fucking other birds."

"So what if he's married, never, and I don't care who he fucks. That's his business, not mine."

"I can make it worth your while."

"My Master is a billionaire, how do you propose to make it worth my while?"

"I'll bet I have the biggest cock on the ship, bigger than Joshua, anyway, and I can fuck for hours."

"I'm sure I've fucked bigger and thicker cocks than yours, and they weren't the best fucks I ever had. You're barking up the wrong tree. Find someone who might be impressed with a big cock. I'm not."

I put him in my rear view mirror. Randy Andy was going to be a problem, which is what I told Master when I saw him.

"What kind of a problem?"

"He's a bigger pussy hound than Chaney is, and doesn't really give a shit about boundaries, sir. He just hit on me, and he's probably hitting on someone else as we speak."

"You don't think he'd rape someone, do you?"

"Probably not. I'm sure he's handsome enough and exerts enough romantic pressure on someone to get what he wants most of the time. He claims to have a big dick. He'd probably whip it out to impress someone if he thought it would work, but I don't know if he'd go so far as rape. He could ask the freed slaves for sex. That's probably my biggest worry. I still don't know how resistant they are if importuned by someone who treats no like a maybe. I get the feeling the nickname was well earned, Master."

"I'll speak to him tomorrow. Cabins are in short supply at the moment. Where do you want to reward Mickey?"

"The stern room will work. There's enough privacy there, sir. We're unlikely to be disturbed during the evening, especially while we're underway. Or I could reward him in my room, but I assume you would prefer not hearing me have sex with others. I know you're willing to share, but you've also said it isn't your favorite thing."

"You're right. The stern room would be better."

I smiled at him and stroked his cheek. "I love you, Master. How long to London, sir?"

"We're weighing anchor in fifteen minutes. It's about a hundred miles, but until we hit the Chanel, it's slow going, probably five knots max. Same on the River Thames. Narrow channels, lots of boat traffic, can't move fast. Might be almost a day before we moor. We've got a pretty good spot just East of the Tower Bridge on the South side of the river. We can tie up without being connected to land. Potential attackers would need either a boat or helicopter to reach us."

"I'd like to stay until James and Ateefah come in, then I'll eat, sir. I'd like to make sure things are going smoothly for them."

"While you're waiting, why don't you start downloading the results of your surveys. I think you need to see what's going on with Yasmine."'

"Good idea, sir."

"And I know you won't say anything to me without receiving permission from them first, but I'd like to know about the Montforts. Did you do a survey on Gaston?"

"No, sir, but do you really need a survey to see what he is. It appears he's so submissive, he's going to be a willing cuckold. Manuel isn't that submissive. Pierre possibly could be. He'll have to endure his Mistress fucking others, but they won't be married. I don't think Fatima is interested in him as a husband. I'll get started."

In my room, I started downloading all the results into my database. I didn't have time to study any of the results before James knocked on Master's door. I went out and joined them.

James was already telling Master he and Ateefah had decided to get married on the ship, but Ateefah really did want an Imam present for the ceremony.

"I'll arrange for several to be contacted to see if one will come to the ship. Perhaps the one who was going to do the ceremony at the mosque. But we might have to arrange for it on a different day. We'll do it up right It will be a wedding Ateefah would be proud of."

"Thank you, Joshua. I appreciate everything you do for us."

"You're welcome, James. I appreciate everything you do for me."

"I've learned you and Ateefah have started having sex, James. Couldn't wait?" I asked.

He actually blushed. "I admit I wanted to have sex with her, but Ateefah wanted it more."

"Ateefah, what does the Qur'an say about fornication?"

"It says those who fornicate should both receive one hundred lashes with a whip," Ateefah said, lowering her head.

"What's fornication?" James asked. "I mean I know it's fucking, but in what way."

"Any sex outside of marriage," I replied. "I looked it up because I needed to know what to look for in terms of potential problems."

"Even if we're engaged?"

"No sex outside of marriage except with your slaves, apparently, if I read it right. Slaves existed in Muhammad's time. If a woman was taken in battle or purchased as a slave, you could have sex with her, rape her, pretty much do anything you wanted, because slaves had no rights, even if they converted to Islam after. But no Muslim free woman should ever be having sex outside of marriage, under any circumstance. It's why Ateefah was worried about how her family would react when she returned home with a child. A child is proof Ateefah had sex. The penalty is one hundred lashes with a whip, and not one of those friendly whippings Master does. Often, they could result in death. They would wait to carry out the sentence until after the child was born because the child is not responsible for the sins of the mother. So tell me Ateefah, why did you start having sex with James when all you had to do was wait a couple months."

"I needed to have sex. I craved it," eyes still lowered in shame. "I've already sinned. I'm with child. I'm already condemned. I did not feel I should wait."

"Ateefah, look at me."

She looked up, tears rolling down her cheeks.

"I don't condemn you. James doesn't condemn you. Sex for him and for me are different than it is for you. But this is the type of thing I'm worried about. You violating your deepest held beliefs in order to have sex. You know James won't always be around. His duties and responsibilities may take him from you from time to time. What if you crave sex while he's gone? Would you then have sex with some other man because you are already condemned? What is the penalty for adultery in the Qur'an?"

"Stoning to death."

"You've seen it happen, haven't you?"

"Yes."

"James wouldn't stone you to death. We don't believe in it, but he would be deeply hurt by your betrayal. He would probably divorce you. Everything you hoped to avoid by marrying him, would occur again. Raising your child alone without the support of family. These are the things I need you to talk to me and to him about, do you understand?"

"Yes, I understand."

"I want you to think about one other thing. Remember on the night when you got angry at James, you asked me to teach you to suck his cock like I did?"

"Yes."

"You didn't want me to teach you on him, did you? You didn't want me sucking his cock to show you. Why?"

"I did not want another woman to give him pleasure. It would hurt me. Perhaps he would love you more than me because you could do something I could not."

"It would hurt you if he had sex with another woman?"

"Yes."

"Then imagine how he would feel if you had sex with another man. That he might think you love someone else more than you love him. How deeply it would hurt him, as it would hurt you." More tears were falling faster. "Ateefah, your entire world was upended when you were taken. You were hurt and abused in ways I can't even imagine, nor want to. You were violated, physically, emotionally, spiritually. As bad as that was for you, you learned to enjoy sex, to crave it, as you say. This is the danger for you and James. As long as the only person you crave sex from is James, it will probably be okay, but I worry it won't be, that you would crave sex from others, especially if he is gone for any length of time. That you would hurt him, not because you want to, but because you need to, because of what was done to you.

"It's why we ordered everyone to refuse you sex, even if you asked for it. As long as you remain aboard this ship, they can be told to refuse you if you ask for sex, but you won't always remain on board. Eventually, you will need to leave and you'll be among people who don't have to refuse what you crave. You still may require help. I truly hope that you can make a marriage and family and loving home work. But I worry. I worry about James because I know how much he cares for you. And I worry about you because I know how much this marriage means to you, and if something happened, and he left you, I don't think you'd survive as you are now. I could easily imagine you becoming a prostitute before the guilt and shame became too much and you would end your own life. It's why it's so important.

"James wants to allow you to practice your own religion, but if you knowingly violate the rules of it because you crave sex, I worry. You need to promise you will seek help when it is time for you to leave the ship. We can protect your marriage until then, but you'll have to protect it afterward."

"Okay, Beth. I promise."

"Remember, both of you. Be aware of things outside the ordinary, like this, premarital sex. It's the kind of thing which wouldn't be strange to you, James, but it is for her. Lots of things normal to you will be abnormal to her. By the way, that hundred lashes would have been applied to you, too."

"Thanks again."

"You're welcome."

I watched them leave. Master put his arm around me. "You really are concerned for them, aren't you?"

"Every day, sir. I hope I never have to go through what she went through."

I called Mickey and told him to meet me on the helo deck at six, then went to eat supper in the crew's mess.

******

"We're not going to have sex here, are we?" Mickey asked when he joined me. His dick was already hard.

"No, the stern room. More privacy. Six hours gives us plenty of time to get crazy."

"Cool. Would you ever have sex in your Master's bed?"

"Only with him or other women. Never a man. It's too disrespectful to him to have sex with other men in his bed."

We were going down the stern ladder when we met Andrew coming up. He had a self-satisfied smirk on his face.

"What were you doing down there?" I asked. As if I didn't already have a damn clue.

"Just taking a tour of the ship, seeing all it has to offer, since I'm going to be on it for awhile. Is that where you're going to be fucking this guy? It's a great place to do the nasty."

Mickey looked like he was going to say something, but I took his hand and continued down the ladder, saying, "Ignore him."

We got to the stern room and Maahnoor was straightening her skirt, still dishabille, her top off. Oh, fuck! That asshole!

"Maahnoor! What did you do?"

"Nothing. I did nothing."

I just looked at her. She looked down in shame.

"Where is Henry? Does he know what you were doing?"

"He's on watch. Please don't tell Henry, Beth."

If the rear wall had been open, I think Maahnoor would have leaped overboard, she looked that ashamed.

"You know I can't do that, Maahnoor. He's too good a friend not to tell him. Finish getting dressed and wait here." I took a deep breath. "Mickey, I'm sorry, I need to put off your reward. I know how much you were looking forward to it." I touched his hard cock. "I'll see if Master can give you a night instead to make it up to you. Go find Henderson and relieve him on his watch. Tell him to come to Master's cabin at 1830. I really am sorry, Mickey, you had to see this. Maybe Darla will give you a quick blow job for that if you're polite and ask."

"Okay. I'm sorry too. Henderson is going to be devastated."

He left. Maahnoor stood there shaking, crying quietly.

I took her hand. "Come on. This has to happen. Fortunately, no one will stone you to death."

"You know the penalty for adultery?"

"Yes. I also know you need four male witnesses of your adultery to be stoned. Though stoning is not what you need to worry about. I was just talking to Ateefah about fornication."

I took her to Master's cabin. He wasn't there, so I assumed he was eating. I sent a call over the intercom asking him to come to his cabin ASAP and to bring his food if he was eating. Two minutes later, he was there, Miranda and Francesca with him, sans food.

He saw Maahnoor with me and not Mickey and looked at me inquisitively.

"We have a huge problem, Master. Maahnoor was just having sex with Andrew. Henderson is going to be here in fifteen minutes, and we have to decide what to do."

"Did he force you?" Master asked, angrily.

"No, sir," Ateefah answered timidly. "He was insistent, but he didn't force me."

"He needs to go, Master. He was told to leave the pregnant ones alone and less than two hours later, he's fucking Maahnoor. I will not have a predator like him on this ship with these women. He's a fucking animal."

Master called Edgar to come and told him to bring Jake and Art with him with no delay. A second night ruined, he was still putting on his shirt and Belle was with him when they arrived, Master told them Henderson was coming soon and to make sure he didn't go off on anyone. They saw Maahnoor there, teary eyed, clothing and hair still awry.

"Ah, fuck!" Edgar said. "Please tell me it wasn't rape."

"It wasn't rape," Master said. "I want another muster called for 2030 and I want every fucking person there if we have to stop the ship to do it. Tell Leo to prepare to fly to the closest available large airport. Andrew will be on that flight. Tell him to pack his fucking gear now, then hold the bastard for the helo. He doesn't go anywhere or do anything until he's off the ship."

Edgar made a few fast phone calls.

"Maahnoor, it is your responsibility to tell Henry what you did," I said. "He shouldn't have to hear it from anyone else. Do you understand? You did this, you need to tell him."

"Yes," she sobbed. "I will tell him."

Three minutes later, he was knocking on the door. He came in and saw everyone standing there, his wife crying openly.

"What's going on? Why is Maahnoor here and why is she crying? Did she lose our baby?"

Hearing him say 'our baby' only made Maahnoor cry harder.

"What is it, Maahnoor? Whatever it is, we can get through it together."

She dropped to her knees, bent over, her face on the deck and put out her arms in supplication. "I'm sorry, Henry. I have sex with other man. Please forgive me."

It looked like he got slugged in the gut, all the air leaving his body. Jake and Art prepared to grab him, but he just dropped to his knees. "Why? Aren't we happy together?"