My Voyage of Submission

"What are you talking about. I've millions and a company making me millions more all the time."

"You used to have millions and you used to have a company. Now, you don't even own the house you used to live in. I bought up your loan and foreclosed on it because you can no longer afford it. I own it and I own your company, or at least, sixty percent of it. The rest is virtually worthless. Because you chose to be an arrogant greedy prick, you now own nothing. For the last week, I've been buying it up and destroying the rest. You don't have a pot to piss in anymore. Your presence here is no longer required."

The two men behind me spoke rapidly in Chinese. I had no idea what they were saying, but they were excited.

Hans stood up, looking shaken and wobbly. He grabbed the hand of his slave. "Come, Fatima."

"Oh, Hans, you silly man. No, no, no. Fatima is not going with you. She is not voluntarily yours. You purchased her from a slaver. In fact, these gentleman are here to arrest you."

Five men suddenly came through the door leading to the front of the ship, Edgar and three men dressed in suits, plus another in a police uniform with lots of braid and brass. It was harder remaining still as a piece of furniture, a naked slave, knowing these men were looking to arrest someone who'd purchased a slave.

"The three men in suits are from Interpol, Hans, plus the police chief of Paramaribo, here on the behalf of President Santokhi. He was not aware you bought and sold people. He has been apprised of your predilections. They'll be taking you into custody."

"You can't do that. You have slaves yourself."

"All of the submissives on this ship are voluntary. They were not purchased, they choose this life of their own free will. We have the documentation to prove it. The fact the woman you've so rudely fondled is married to my personal assistant and has been for three years is fairly indicative she's voluntary. You'll be going to prison for a long time, Hans, which is the only home you'll have now. You'll die in prison, but perhaps it will be in some place relatively nice instead of hard labor someplace working off your lard, if you tell us where you bought the girl."

The four men took Hans into custody, cuffing him.

"If you would, gentlemen, I would appreciate it if you let my head of security, Edgar Reynolds, sit in on your interrogation. My government has asked for my aid in determining who is stealing young women of all races and nationalities from cities throughout Africa and selling them into slavery. If you have any questions, you may contact my wife, Congresswoman Miranda Ward of the House of Representatives Intelligence Committee on Human Trafficking."

"What should we do with the young woman, Mr. Greenbriar?" the police chief asked. "We'll need to speak to her as well."

"I've got a medic here who will check her over for injuries, and as soon as he's looked her over, you can question her. I'd like this young woman who was helping to distract Hans to sit in on her questioning. She has a Master's Degree in Psychology and is working on her Doctorate, with a specialty in Dominance and submission. She'll understand some of what Fatima is going through and might help interpret some of what she says. It will also help her determine if Fatima needs any type of mental health counseling. As for Fatima, depending upon what she wants, I will ensure she gets home or wherever she wants to go and I'll let you know where that is when she makes a decision."

"We really should speak to the three naked women to ensure they're here of their own volition," one of the suited Interpol officers said.

Francesca and Hannah were lifting the glass table tops off our backs and helping Angelique and me to stand. We were both used to being naked on the ship, but it felt odd standing naked in front of policemen who were showing an unprofessional interest in us. I kept wanting to cover myself, which felt as odd as standing naked before them. Francesca removed our hoods and ball gags. They left the plugs in for the moment as they needed to be cleaned when they were removed.

"Of course. You'd be derelict in your duties if you didn't. If you don't mind, I'm sure they'd like to put clothes on before you question them. Give them ten minutes to get dressed and you can question them here. I'll have the psychologist go to the medical exam with Fatima and she'll bring her back here when she's done. I'll give you privacy so you don't suspect me of influencing their answers."

"What are we supposed to do?" Ling asked.

"The same thing you agreed to do," Master said, "although I have it on very good authority Hans Gruber's former company may be obtained cheap. If you do happen to buy his company, your yearly payments double to six million and a ten percent premium on any lumber sold to my companies. President Santokhi will be very happy you're choosing a sustainable model for lumbering. Come up to my dining room and I'll make sure you get refreshments while we go over the paperwork."

They spoke together rapidly in Chinese again, then Ling said, "Thank you, Mr. Greenbriar. That would be very good. I believe we can do business together."

"I think so too. I find your conduct very honorable. Beth, please escort Fatima to the clinic. Manuel and Sherry will check her over while you're present. They have clothes at the clinic you can wear. When they're done, bring her back down here so she can be questioned by these officers. I want you to help Fatima as much as you can. I'm sure she'll need help."

"Of course, sir."

Well, this business meeting hadn't gone close to the way I'd expected it to go. I was surprised when Master had thrown Miranda's name out there. Hannah and Master led Ling and his assistant up to the dining room. Francesca told Angelique and Belle to put on clothes and return as soon as they were presentable and speak to the officers. I took Fatima's hand and brought her to the clinic. Manuel, Sherry and Lynn were there waiting. They all had clothes on, Manuel and Sherry in their medical scrubs. Lynn handed me a bra, panties and dress to put on. Sherry removed my anal plug and cleaned it for me.

When Fatima was asked to disrobe, she removed her clothes, a mere dress, with alacrity. She stood in a modified Display position until Manuel had her sit on the exam table. From what I could see, she had both old and new whip or cane marks or scars on her back, upper legs, buttocks, stomach and breasts. It seemed as someone hadn't minded breaking skin when she was punished. Fatima had a deep scar on her ass which Manuel said was from being branded with a hot iron. Fatima was generally timid and immediately obeyed even the smallest request, as if she feared a terrible punishment if she failed to obey in the slightest. Given the scars on her, I knew her fears weren't unfounded.

Fatima also had vertical piercings on her nipples and several slave piercings on her pussy, which could be used to lock her cunt from being used, almost like a chastity belt, without the need of a belt. Manuel asked her if she wanted them removed.

"Please, no, sir. I'll be horribly punished if they're removed."

"You won't be punished anymore," I said. "You're free now."

"The brand says I'm a slave. If anyone sees it, and away from my Master, I can be recovered, punished and returned to him."

"Not anymore. Your Master is going to prison and he's never coming out."

"That's not what Mahmoud said. If my Master dies or something else happens to him, I can be taken and sold again. I can never again be free. The brand ensures I can never be free. I will be a slave until I die."

Mahmoud sounded like a real bastard.

"Who's Mahmoud?" I asked.

"The man who arranged for my capture, training and sale."

"What made these scars?" Manuel said. "They look different from anything I've ever seen before."

"The barb from a stingray," Fatima said. "It's Mahmoud's favorite punishment and he gives a barb to everyone who buys one of his slaves. Master Gruber was fond of using it if I wasn't pleasing enough."

A damn fucking bastard.

"Can a plastic surgeon remove the brand?" I asked.

"We'll send copies of photos we take of the damage to her body to a plastic surgeon in New York and get his opinion," Manuel said, "but my opinion is these are pretty deep and may be hard to remove."

"I told you I am forever a slave," Fatima said. "There is no freedom for me anymore."

They took around thirty minutes to give her a fairly complete physical, spent another ten minutes taking photos to document her injuries. They downloaded the photos to a medical file they started on Fatima, then Sherry gave me the digital card from the camera to give to the police along with an overview of her medical condition. Fatima put on her brief dress, but refused any underwear, saying she would be punished if she was found wearing anything covering her sex. I took her hand again and I led her to the dining room where Hannah and Master were still speaking to Ling and his assistant.

"Master, may I speak to you privately for a few minutes?" I asked.

"Certainly. Hannah could you look after Fatima for a couple minutes while I speak to Beth."

"Yes, Joshua." She took Fatima's hand and we stepped out of the dining room, away from any prying ears.

"How is she, Beth?"

"Fatima is scarred and branded, sir. She believes she has no hope of freedom anymore and will forever remain a slave. She may require years of counseling to overcome the trauma of what's been done to her. What should I say to the police, Master? Should I admit that I'm your submissive or claim to be Hannah's, and if I do admit to being yours, how will it affect Miranda?"

"You will tell them the whole truth about yourself. Miranda and I discussed this a couple days ago when it looked like this was going forward. I've already told them my wife and I have kinky habits and share you. They've promised discretion as long as no one is participating involuntarily, so you may speak freely about your submission to me and how you became one. The only thing you need to keep secret is Miranda's submission. That might be too juicy a detail to remain secret if it comes out."

"Yes, sir. I really didn't want to lie."

"They've already seen your slave agreement, and Angelique's. Francesca didn't have a copy of Belle's with her, but Francesca and Belle both said they seem satisfied Belle is a voluntary submissive."

"Why didn't you tell me about this?"

"I couldn't. Government secrets. One of the reasons Miranda was aboard in Washington was to speak to me about this issue. I will occasionally lend my help to the government in certain matters where I may be of assistance. We can speak more about this later. Go talk to the police now."

"Yes, sir."

I collected Fatima and we returned to the stern room. Hans had been taken away by the police chief and one of the Interpol officers. The other two were waiting to speak to us.

"Hello, I'm Inspector Fritz Schultz and my companion is Inspector Geraldo Espinosa. We'd like to ask you some questions. Are you familiar with Interpol?"

"Yes, I am. My name is Elizabeth Wilson, graduate student at the University of Florida, currently working on my Ph.D. in Psychology. I'm happy to answer any questions that you have. I will speak to you privately if you wish, but I do ask that I be permitted to stay with Fatima when you question her. She has been severely traumatized by her slavery. At the current time, she does not believe herself to be free. She feels the brand she's been given makes her a permanent slave. That if someone who understands the significance of the brand sees it, she may be retaken, punished, and either delivered to her old Master or resold. She takes the slightest hint of a suggestion as an order and obeys it utterly in fear of punishment, some of which has been severe. It is my opinion, she may not be functional in normal society without weeks, or even months, of counseling by someone trained to deal with involuntary slavery and human trafficking."

"Could you do this counseling?"

"I understand the concepts, but I'm not licensed to practice yet. It would have to be someone other than myself."

"Fatima, could you show us what's been done to you?" Geraldo asked.

Fatima immediately started to remove the dress she had on, until I put my hand on her arm.

"Don't remove the dress, Fatima. Just lift it up to show the officers."

She lifted up the dress to just below her breasts, showing the officer her back and buttocks.

"This is the brand she received, and she says these scars and wounds were caused by the barb of a stingray used to beat her. You may lower your dress now, Fatima."

She dropped the dress. "We need to take photographs," Fritz said.

"The medics took photos. They're on this digital card which you may keep. This is a copy of the preliminary medical report on her condition. You may keep both as evidence." I handed them over.

"Did they do a rape kit?" Fritz asked. "Was she forced to have sex today."

"I was not forced," Fatima said. "I gladly surrendered to my Master, both my cunt and ass."

"Gentlemen, Fatima has been broken. At the current time, she is willingly obedient to whatever commands she is given by someone in authority. You could ask to fuck her and she'd remove her dress and fuck you. To an outside observer, she would be a willing participant in her sex act, but she no longer has a will of her own. She'll need to be treated very carefully until she has treatment."

"Would this be a safe place to leave her? After all, Mr. Greenbriar and others have submissives of their own."

"I believe she might be safer here than anywhere outside of an institution, and possibly even there, considering how little mental health care workers are paid. None of the Dominants would take advantage of a young woman who doesn't have the will to refuse a command. His crew are well paid, devoted, loyal and very happy with their employment. Since Mr. Greenbriar would immediately fire and prosecute anyone else who took advantage of her, they have a multitude of reasons not to harm her. I'm not sure the same could be said anywhere else, even a police station. We all know sometimes things happen there which are against the law, sometimes without major repercussions, other than being placed on unpaid leave of absence while the crime is investigated."

"Who will pay for her treatment?"

"I'm sure Mr. Greenbriar will see to it Fatima receives any treatment she requires. He's rich enough to afford it. My professor at college, Dr. Kline, is coming to visit us in Rio. He's licensed to treat patients and we may end up sending Fatima to the US with him and his wife. Joshua will ensure she is made available for any testimony at any legal prosecutions of Hans Gruber or this Mahmoud if you can find him, in the International Court."

"Will the US accept her. She has no documentation. As far as we've been able to discover, she doesn't even have a passport?"

"No, they don't give passports and visas to sold sex slaves, do they? I'm sure Joshua being married to a US Congresswoman will help with her status. Joshua will send her wherever she wants to go after she's received treatment, to her family if she still has any who will accept her, or any place else."

"What if I want to stay here?" Fatima asked. "Joshua seems like a good Master."

"Before you could stay here, you need to receive treatment and I'm sure these gentlemen, or others like them, would need to question you whether this was something you truly wanted to do."

"None of the slaves I saw had any scars or brands. This seems like a good place to be."

"After receiving treatment, you can discuss where you'd like to stay. We also need to contact your family."

"As far as I know, Mahmoud killed them all when he captured me. He said he killed them and I no longer had anyone to help me or save me."

"I'm so sorry, Fatima. Still, it would pay to be sure. Give all the details of your capture to these gentlemen. They'll help you discover if you have any family left."

Fatima proceeded to tell us about herself. Her last name was Hidalgo and she was the sole child of a middle class family in Cartagena, Spain. Her family took a week's vacation to Algiers. About the fifth day of her vacation, men broke into the hotel in the middle of the night, blindfolded and gagged her, trussed her up like a turkey and drove her for several days in the back of a truck to some place in the mountains. She didn't know where. She didn't see her parents die, but was told their throats had been cut.

"Did they break down the door, or were they able to get in with a key?" Fritz asked.

She thought for a few moments. "The first I knew they were in the room was when they grabbed me on the bed, sir. I don't remember any noise waking me up."

"Might be someone at the hotel was complicit in letting them in the room," Fritz said. "We can start checking into that. See how many have disappeared from the same hotel."

"If she was captured in Algiers and driven for a few days, Mahmoud is probably in the Atlas Mountains," Geraldo said.

"That's a big range and we have no idea what country he would be in," Fritz said.

Her 'training', which sounded more like brain washing and conditioning to me, consisted of a month of brutal treatment, including constant sex of every kind, beatings, whippings, isolation. She said the virgins had different treatment as they sold for more as virgins, but she wasn't a virgin, having slept with a couple boyfriends. She said the virgins were trained to perform sex acts for their eventual purchasers, but their vaginal virginity was preserved for their first owner. For girls like her, they were trained for four weeks, branded and marked for sale throughout the world. The virgins training was longer because they were treated more gently, thus their training took longer.

"Some women are not trained or sold initially as slaves, especially if they aren't pretty. If their families are rich and can afford to pay a substantial ransom, they'll be sold back to their families. For those whose families have no money or who are sufficiently beautiful, they are trained and sold to others."

She said if the slaves were sufficiently pleasing and skilled they were often sold to individual buyers, but the ones who didn't take to the training as well or showed less skill or were not as attractive were often sold to bordellos around the world, or perhaps to slave labor camps to serve the guards or slaves who worked there. Fatima was pretty enough and had shown enough promise to be sold to a rich individual instead of a brothel. Hans had bought her, and in some ways, was worse than Mahmoud, since he didn't care if he damaged the property.

"I don't think Master Gruber could get an erection unless he was hurting me," Fatima said. "I don't know if he found me attractive enough."

"You're very attractive, Fatima," I said. "The failing was Gruber's and not your own. Some men are like that."

"You may be right. Many of the men at Mahmoud's found me attractive. I was popular with them."

"Where were you sold?"

"Somewhere in South America, sir."

"How do you know?"

"When I was branded for sale, I was taken for several days over dusty, dry roads to someplace where I was flown for many hours in an airplane. I was sold in a large auditorium where the auctioneers spoke Spanish. I think I was sold there because I spoke Spanish, although it was the Dutch speaking Hans who bought me and brought me here. We both spoke English so we could communicate. After I was sold, I was only driven for two days and did not fly again and I ended up in Suriname."

"Could be Venezuela," Fritz said, "or possibly Columbia at the outside. Can't be Brazil or they would have spoken Portuguese."