My Voyage of Submission Ch. 23

"The blonde woman is Joshua's assistant, is she not?"

"She is, but that's for business, but this would be more of a security issue. Edgar would know, perhaps others of Joshua's security forces. I'm sure they're looking hard for you. You were smart to run like a dog with its tail between its legs."

"I didn't run."

"Seemed like it to me. You didn't waste time in the area."

"That was merely prudence, not fear."

"Actually, I wouldn't be scared of Edgar. He'll kill you quick. I'd worry about the woman who was with Joshua when he paid the ransom. She'll cut your nuts off and make you eat them."

"You weren't there."

"I was watching a video feed. She hates slavers. I don't know what was done to her, but all she does every day is train to kill twelve to fifteen hours a day. She's probably the deadliest warrior Joshua has on the ship and he has a lot of special ops people. She'll kill any man who tries to touch her whether she liked them or not. No one fucks with her. She's very protective of other women. I wouldn't want to be on the other end of her sights when she's looking down a barrel, but she'd prefer a knife with you, probably a dull one at that."

He looked at me. "You're not joking, are you?"

"What's the point. I doubt it makes any difference to you unless you meet her."

I didn't ask to defecate until after I ate my meal, so only one pile of shit. One of the men led me on a rope noose to where the men had been relieving themselves. I crapped.

While still squatting, I said, "Is that one of Joshua's spy planes," seeing a contrail in the sky.

Of course, he didn't understand English. He looked at me. "Ze Plane, Ze Plane," I said pointing above us.

He looked up and I grabbed my feces and stuffed it into my mouth swallowing it as quickly as possible. Shit!

My captor looked down at me and saw me finish off my turds and started laughing. He led me back to the others and told everyone something in Arabic.

Abdul's head shot up. He said something and my guy continued to laugh, pointing to my shit encrusted face and hand. Abdul shouted out an order and everyone started getting ready to go. He got his electronic wand device and waved it over my abdomen. It started chirping like crazy.

"You bitch," Abdul said.

"I'm sorry. Was it something I said?"

"I should cut it out of you."

"I suppose that's one option. I'd hurry if I were you."

Abdul jammed his fingers down my throat, trying to make me throw up. Too much practice deep throating big cocks, I guess. It didn't work. He ordered someone to bring him a first aid kit and force fed me some laxatives. I don't know how long I had, but I hoped they were close enough to find us. At the next intersection, the trucks split up again, Hannah and Jìngyi going north at a normal rate of speed in the big truck, Abdul and two other guys going the opposite direction at a high rate of speed. I was tossed in the back of the pickup and was bouncing all over on my still tender ass, handcuffed to a tie down, probably the only reason I didn't bounce out. Another guy was in the back with me hanging on for dear life. It took about an hour, but I eventually evacuated my bowels, shitting in the back of the pickup. When Abdul heard my riding buddy shouting, he stopped the truck and collected my tracker.

We continued South until he came on a small settlement, tucked the tracker in another truck heading the same direction, while Abdul turned East. So much for the tracker. Master and Edgar would continue chasing the tracker South and I was headed somewhere else. We eventually turned North again. Our little detour south and east, put us around five hours behind the others. They stopped for the night while we continued driving until we caught up with them. They had purchased more gas and we filled our tanks when we caught up. Hannah and Jìngyi were asleep when we arrived, dried cum around their pussies and mouths. All I got for supper was more shit. I didn't eat any, willing to starve now.

In the morning, a short night for me, we were fucked again. Abdul ensured I was fucked brutally hard, but not by him. It was a bigger dicked criminal. I still managed to orgasm. Then we left and we started getting higher in elevation and as a result, it started getting colder as we climbed. We were freezing again and needed some blankets despite the sun. We still didn't get clothes. The road got really twisty with lots of switchbacks. I had no fucking clue where I was except it was in the area Cyrine had pointed out near the middle of Morocco. We turned off what looked like a fairly well traveled two lane gravel road onto something little better than a goat path. We climbed another thousand feet and I saw it. The place Fatima, Hibbah and Yasmine all described as hell, Mahmoud's headquarters/hideout/lair/slave training facility. As Edgar had predicted, some camouflage netting had been added to some of the walls and roofs to hide the building line.

Abdul made sure we were all manacled behind our backs and he walked the three of us up Mahmoud's quarters on the top floor. Mahmoud was dark, but not black, more weathered say, black hair shot with white, graying beard, brown eyes, a big hawk nose, fairly tall for the local population, tough and nasty looking. He was holding a stingray barb in his hand when we entered his presence.

"Kneel for your Master," Abdul said.

Hannah and Jìngyi knelt. I remained standing.

"I said kneel, slave," Abdul said.

"You said kneel for my Master. My Master isn't here. You stole me from my Master. If you want me to kneel for this guy, say kneel for Mahmoud."

Abdul hit me with a whip, a pretty good whack, as hard as any I'd ever had before. I flinched, but remained standing.

"I'm your Master," Mahmoud said, speaking fairly good English, with a French accent. "All men are your Masters now."

"Are you men? Where I come from, men don't have to brutalize women and children to prove they are men, so I'm not sure."

"You see what I mean, Mahmoud. This one is a mouthy bitch who I've wanted to kill several times. She somehow had a tracker we missed the first time we scanned her. If not for her eating her shit of her own volition, we might not have discovered it. Please let me kill her."

"Our overlord is interested in this one for some reason. Hold her, bend her over. When she wants to kneel, allow her to go to her knees."

Mahmoud walked behind me. "Kneel for your Master."

I remained standing. He hit me with the stingray barb. When Master struck me with the barb in Buenos Aires, it hurt, not the worst he'd ever struck me because he was trying to hold back as he had no clue what it would do to me. This was ten times worse. Mahmoud held nothing back. I screamed. Hannah and Jìngyi gasped and fire exploded across my buttocks like someone took a propane torch to it. My legs almost gave out, yet somehow I remained standing. I'd thought, when I'd conceived this plan, I could maybe take ten before doing what they wanted me to do. Perhaps do that every day, keep them focused on me and not my friends. There was no way in hell I was going to make ten, especially not every day. That plan was going out the window.

"Kneel for your Master."

I cringed, but remained standing. Mahmoud hit me again. I howled, crying. Hannah and Jingyi were crying with me.

"Kneel, Beth," Hannah pleaded.

I shook my head. "He's not my Master."

I was struck again. It felt as though molten lead was poured on my naked ass and I passed out.

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This is the concluding chapter of My Voyage of Submission. Beth's story will continue in "My Descent into Slavery and Resurrection". There will be some delay in getting the first of those chapters out, roughly a month, as I don't have chapters prepared. As you might guess, from the just completed chapter, things are going to get a lot rougher for our heroine than they have been. Her submission is no longer voluntary. There is no safe word to protect her.