My Voyage of Submission Ch. 19

Fatima asked the question and even I could understand the answer. Pakistan.

"Shit. Always harder than it has to be," I bitched.

"Still doable. Joshua has an office in Karachi. We might be able to get Isam's house searched for the information. This could save weeks worth of looking. I wonder why the driving always took so long?"

"Perhaps whoever kidnaps the women doesn't bring them straight there. Perhaps they drive around in circles for awhile to confuse people as to how far away it is from the everything. If you could estimate driving times from certain population centers, you'd be able to triangulate a location fairly quickly."

"You're so smart," Edgar said. "Good for a whole lot more than fucking."

"I'd like to think so," I replied. "I think Master admires me as much or more for my brain than he does my body. I certainly wasn't the prettiest he could have chosen for this cruise."

"Well you've given me a far better appreciation for brains in a bird than I used to have. It's why I'm so attracted to Fatima. She's smart as a whip."

Fatima smiled at him. "When are you going to take me out on a date?"

"I still can't ask you for things. If you want a date, you have to ask me. And it probably can't happen until Joshua is comfortable letting you off the ship without an army of security. I don't want to do my courting with eight to ten other guys looking on."

Edgar added a flag to the map in the center of the suspected search area. "I'm starting to get a little tingly thinking we might be close to getting our claws in this monster."

"You're not the only one," I said. "I'm sure all of Mahmoud's former slaves will be glad to see him gone."

"Amen," Fatima said.

"Please tell Cyrine she's given us a lot of help, and they'll be a reward. She'll be a relatively wealthy young woman regardless of what she gets from the Brits," Edgar said.

"How much?" I asked.

"A hundred grand US."

"How much is that in something she might know? Let's tell her in something she might be familiar with."

Edgar looked at currency conversion app on his phone. "Around 15.8 million Pakistani rupees."

"She was owned by a Pakistani, but probably has no concept of their money. She's Tunisian, try Tunisian currency."

Edgar checked again. "275 thousand Tunisian Dinar."

Fatima told Cyrine she would be getting 275 thousand Tunisian Dinar for her help in finding Mahmoud. Her jaw hit the table. That might be more than she'd ever hoped to see in her lifetime. Mahmoud's slaves tended to be pulled from the lower classes where they wouldn't have servants, security and families that could afford to search for them.

"I wonder if she even knows about banks and how to use one," Edgar said. "Can't have her walking around with wads of cash in her purse."

"Maybe whoever's looking out for her can teach her how the modern banking system works."

"She'll need to know eventually. I'm pretty sure the British Government isn't going to hand her a bunch of pound notes either."

"I wish she didn't have to stay here. I worry about them," I said. "Fatima, tell her an account will be opened in her name at a bank and someone will tell her how to access her money."

Fatima told Cyrine and we thanked her again for her help and left, picking Ethan and Thomas up on the way to the helipad.

******

When Master finished his business meetings that day, we met in his cabin.

"We've got a much closer bead on where Mahmoud is," Edgar said enthusiastically. "Cyrine was a big help. I feel she should get the $100,000 dollar reward you offered. We've got his location narrowed down to a few hundred square miles of terrain, with the chance to pinpoint it even more closely if we get into Isam's residence in Pakistan. Cyrine saw a map there."

"I'll see if we can't get access," Master said. "I'll make inquiries immediately."

"Master, we have something else we need to work on."

"What's that, Beth."

"I don't think any of the freed slaves know anything about the modern banking world. I don't know if they realize you're giving them money every week for their work. They probably expect to be paid in cash. I doubt they know how to use a bank, a checkbook or ATM card. All but Fatima came from poor families where they may not have used banks. I thought Cyrine wouldn't know how to handle her reward money."

"You're probably right."

"I think one of the richest, most successful, men in the world should teach the freed slaves about money, banking, investing, saving. When we're sailing and you're not planning for a meeting or fucking, you should be teaching. Turn them all into mini moguls."

"I can't teach Cyrine. But perhaps we have a friend who could teach her the basics of modern financial systems."

"Who, sir?"

"What about Felicity? She has no job. She could teach Cyrine how to take care of her money. I'll contact Dr. Sadiq and see if he's willing to allow his wife to work with her."

"Would you be willing to teach the others, maybe thirty minutes to an hour a day when we're at sea, Master? Please?"

"I can refuse you nothing but orgasms apparently. Fine. But it will cost you. Nothing you can't afford to pay, but it will cost you."

"Yes, sir. You know you can have anything I have."

"Edgar, contact the Karachi office when it opens tomorrow and let's see if we can get fucking lucky for once."

"You've got it boss."

"Miranda, see if you can nudge the NRO into making satellite overflights in the part of Morocco we're interested in and see if they'll share the data with us."

"Of course. sir."

"Edgar, you're an unwelcome fourth wheel at the moment. I need to start extracting some of Beth's debt."

"Sounds more like she'll be extracting some of your cum, Joshua."

"You're a perceptive man, Edgar. Have a pleasant evening."

******

Master had wall to wall meetings our last day in London, including some he'd had to put off because of the investigation the day after the wedding. Since we couldn't do any sightseeing, I was spending a lot of time down in the gym. Sahar was working out with Ethan. I watched for awhile. Ethan was strong enough, he was winning most of their matches. He had better or equal skills, a weight and reach advantage, and years of experience. He was still being pressed fairly hard. What she lacked in all those things was partially compensated for by her ferocity.

Whey they quit, Sahar went back to the range, working on the skyscraper scenario. I approached Ethan.

"How's our girl doing?"

"If she was my size, she'd be kicking my ass. Every guy who comes down here, she's bugging them for fighting tips. I swear she's got parts of ten or twelve different fighting styles. Roberta's into that mixed martial arts shit, so five or six are from her, but she has no fucking give to her. I swear she's spending 12-15 hours a day down here, more so now her English is better. She used to spend time on that. Not much anymore."

"How's she doing on the range?"

"Edgar may be the only one who can give her a run for the money. I always thought shooting for Edgar was instinctual, like he was born with a gun in his hand, and of course he worked for years to hone that craft. Tickled me to death when you made him miss all those shots giving him a blow job. Sahar is driven. I've never seen anything like it. She hardly breaks a sweat running ten miles with twenty pound packs. She doesn't look strong, but she's whipcord tough. If I don't stay in practice, she will be whipping my ass. She's pressing everyone pretty hard. The new guys can't believe her. She's taking money off them betting on the best times through the different scenarios. Even if someone springs a new one on her she hasn't practiced on, she'll beat someone over half the time."

"I wish she'd attend group. She refuses to talk about what happened to her. Said she'd rather die."

"Sounds pretty definitive to me. I'd take her at her word."

"Are there things you won't talk about?"

"I think everyone who's gone into battle has things they don't talk about. Maybe to someone who was there with them, who understood the heat and chaos of battle, but certainly to no one else."

"The other slaves do understand what she went through. They went through the same hell."

"But you didn't, and perhaps there are things she thinks no one else had to do. She was in it longer than anyone else and although Hibbah was also owned by Tadeo, Sahar had a previous owner, so even Hibbah doesn't know all she went through. I think there's a reason she's so driven and whatever it is, the others didn't experience it."

"You're right. Thanks, Ethan."

******

I had another group that afternoon. It went well for a second meeting. We were still hashing out some of the revelations from the first group. At supper, Master was feeding Miranda the way he usually did, a slave squirming in his lap. Yasmine looked as if she'd happily take Miranda's place. She'd been freed for two weeks and over a week since Professor Kline indicated we should give her more time to see if her submissive tendencies would decrease with time. If anything, they'd seemed to increase. Something would have to be done with her. I'd speak to Björn and Lynn again after dinner.

Master informed us Dr. Sadiq was going to treat the four freed slaves, Sumrah, Hafsa, Cyrine and Lotus. Felicity was going to work with them and ensure they knew how to handle their money and teach them all English. Master told Dr. Sadiq he was giving the other three slaves $20,000 apiece to start to cover the costs of any treatment he provided and for incidentals they might need and he could contact Hannah for more if he needed it.

He also said Dave was going to talk to the other freed slaves about their wages and accessing their accounts. Hannah had seen that all of them had received $50,000 for their support if they'd left the ship, and all but Ateefah and Yasmine now had jobs on board the ship. Hibbah was working in sick bay, Farah in the helicopter section, Maahnoor in food and laundry, and Sahar had advanced enough she was getting paid what the spec ops people were getting paid, less the extra jobs they also did. Sahar had no job but lethality. Yasmine had no job because she didn't understand English enough. Ateefah was still in a honeymoon phase with James and she was fucking him every chance she got. I'm not sure the freed slaves knew they were getting paid. They had room and board and it might have been all they expected. They just wanted to contribute.

Maahnoor and Henderson had settled back into domesticity to an extent, but there wasn't the easy familiarity there had been when they were first married. It seemed more formal and strained. Infidelity could do that to a marriage. Maahnoor was doing all she could to obtain Henry's forgiveness, and perhaps she had it, but she couldn't extract the memories.

Edgar gave us all bad news. Isam's and Bakir's residences in Pakistan had been burned down, in clear cases of arson. Perhaps the human traffickers realized the men could be a source of information. Isam had been involved in the training of Ateefah and others including Sumrah and Hafsa. They weren't going to be able to pinpoint Mahmoud more than Cyrine had done.

Miranda said the National Reconnaissance Office would do some satellite overflights of the area we wanted them to look, but there were some other trouble spots around the world so it might take longer than we hoped. Miranda could petition the Defense Department to get copies of the photos shot of the region.

Tomorrow we would weigh anchor at 0500 for Oslo and Björn's and Lynn's wedding. I asked to speak with them privately after dinner. Lynn raised her eyebrow inquisitively.

"It's about Yasmine," I said. "I think we need to make a decision about her. She's not showing any signs she has lost her desire for a Dominant. She was practically drooling watching Miranda with Master tonight."

"We've talked it over and I'm willing to accept her as a submissive if she's willing to have me," Björn said. "I won't force myself on the poor girl."

"Bring her to Björn's cabin at 1900. I'll have Manuel and Sherry there too. In all probability, she'll end up fucking all four of us at some point. If she is, she should know who she's going to be having sex with and agree to sex with everyone," Lynn said. "We won't expect her to have sex with anyone else until we've seen how it goes."

"That's fair, Mistress" I said. "I'll speak to her first and confirm by verbal consent she wants to proceed. I'd say the hardest part about this is she may not know or understand the purpose of rules and a safe word. I'd make sure the rules established to begin with be rather innocuous and don't push her too hard. She may not use a safe word even if she has one, so you have to make sure you don't exceed safe limits. I'd also stay away from corporal punishments until her back and ass are healed more. Use voice, confinement, orgasm denial, and other non-physical punishment. Due to the colder weather, don't have her naked except in your quarters. Stay out of the play room until she's had time to adapt. The other slaves still react negatively to being in there, even though they know it's not for them."

"Good advice, Beth. Thank you. See you and Yasmine at 1900," Björn said.

I found Yasmine and Sahar together in their room.

"You come for sex, pillow talk?" Sahar asked.

"No, I've actually come to speak to Yasmine. I'll need her iPad to speak to her."

Sahar told Yasmine in Arabic to get her iPad, that I wanted to speak with her. When we had it set up for Arabic/English translation, I asked her, "It appeared to me at dinner that you still desired to have a Master. Is this true?"

"Yes. Sahar say I should not have a Master anymore, but I want one still. I would be happier than I am now."

"I want you to have a good Master. One who will not hurt you anymore. I have talked to several people and I believe I have a good Master for you. You don't have to pick him. You have every right to get someone else, but the choices are limited on this ship. My Master won't take another submissive. He says four is enough. Lynn and Hannah both have two slaves now. Fatima is still new to Dominance and I worry because she's been a slave herself and may be harsher based upon that. Her current slave knows how to say no to her. But you don't want a Mistress anyway, so I would eliminate those three.

You said you want a Master. There is only one more on this ship who could do it. If you don't want this one, we'll keep looking. There are a couple others I know of who might be acceptable, but I've yet to speak to them and they both live elsewhere. One is in the United States, and he has two female slaves already. One lives on a French island in the Caribbean. His wife is his only submissive. He speaks French, so that's a plus. My main concern with him is he has three Dominant children and I'm concerned about them because I don't know what type of Dominants they are, and if they are around you all the time, they may interact with you in negative ways. I trust him, but I don't know them.

"For either of those men, we need to get you paperwork, either a US passport, or French passport. I'm going to bring you up to meet your prospective Master and others. You may speak to him to determine if you want him based upon what he says. If you say no, I will keep looking."

"I will take him."

"Talk to him first. You may not like him."

"It makes no difference. I will take him."

"Who is it?" Sahar asked.

"Captain Amundsen."

"I probably wouldn't have to kill him. I approve." She smiled, but I'm not sure if she was joking. Sahar was very protective of the women. This was the first one who'd chosen to remain a slave.

"He'll be happy to hear that," I said. "Come along, Yasmine. Bring your iPad so you can talk."

Yasmine started removing her clothes. "Leave your clothes on. It's not decided yet, plus it's cold outside."

She shrugged and put them on again. We arrived at 1900 and I knocked, waiting to be invited in. Björn bid us enter and we went in. Björn and Lynn were dressed, Manuel and Sherry were not. Yasmine started to strip, seeing the others.

I put my hand on her, pushing the microphone button to talk. "Not yet. You don't have a Master yet and until you do, don't take your clothes off for anyone," I told her.

"Do you know who I am, Yasmine?" Björn began, his words translated.

"You're the Captain. You control the ship."

"That's correct. Beth tells me you want a Master still."

"Yes. Only way I have control. Otherwise, I will fuck everyone as soon as they let me. Master will keep me in line, limit who I have sex with."

"It won't be just me. I'm to be married to Lynn in a few days and she will often share my bed, as will her two slaves. I expect you will have sex with all three of them at some point. Is this okay with you?"

"I will have sex with anyone you tell me to have sex with."

"But do you want to have sex with them? Do you accept having sex with women?"

"It is no difference to me. I said I would fuck anyone who asked if I had no Master. That includes women. I want sex all of the time. I can't have any until Beth says it's okay."

I turned off her app for the moment. "Do you see what I mean when I say she may not have any limits unless you impose them and you need to be careful what you're willing to allow?"

"I do."

"I'd like her to have some love and affection instead of just random fucking. I need you to provide that for her. Set good limits for her and be careful, because she may not use her safe word."

"I understand."

Turning the app back on, Björn continued. "Knowing what you know now, Yasmine, do you want me as your Master?"

"I think you'll be a better Master than Jean-Paul. I want to be your slave. Should I remove my clothing now?"

"A couple quick rules first. You won't be naked except in this cabin unless I tell you otherwise. We'll give you clothes we wish you to wear. There will be a lot more rules, those will be developed with Lynn's assistance after we're well underway tomorrow. Your slavery will be announced to everyone tomorrow morning at our muster. You will address Lynn as Mistress as she's soon to be my wife. You will obey every order from Mistress Lynn as if it's an order from me. I am the only one who may counteract her orders. You will obey no one else but Lynn and me. No one else may order you to do anything. If anyone else tries to order you to do anything, you will speak to me. Is that understood?"

"Yes, Master. I understand."

"You may undress now. You will spend the night with us and you'll get up in the morning when I get up to depart London. You will wait on me on the bridge, bringing me food and coffee and anything else I may need. Every moment you're not obeying a direct order from Mistress or myself, you will be learning English so we may more easily communicate. You may ask for help from Sherry and Manuel if you need help with your English studies, as long as it doesn't interfere with their work in sick bay."

Yasmine had started stripping as soon as she heard the orders in her earphones. By the time he was done, she was naked. I could see where her pubic hair had started growing back. I wondered if Björn would make her shave it.

"Yes, Master. Thank you for accepting me as your slave."

"Come here."

Yasmine approached her new Master and knelt at his feet. He grabbed her arms and pulled her up into his embrace and she was soon surrounded by the other three, all hugging her. Yasmine started crying.

"Sahar said she didn't think she'd have to kill you, Captain," I said. "Apparently she trusts you to do right by this slave."

"I think she'll be okay," he said, smiling over the top of her head.

"I think so too. Goodnight Master, Mistress. Have a good night."