My Voyage of Submission

"My Master isn't going to use anything," I said. "You're not a slave. Besides, what do you think he has me for? Do you use a pad or tampon? I use tampons, but I'm sure the clinic would have pads if you prefer."

"Tampons will be fine."

"I'll get you some of mine." I wrapped up everything in a fluffy towel, went back to my bathroom and threw five tampons in the towel and led her to the guest quarters. "The deck with Master's cabin is the Main deck. The deck above it is deck 01. Deck 01 is where the bridge, or ship's control room is, with the Captain's cabin right behind it, then all the guest cabins. The Captain is responsible for the ships operations and safety."

"Isn't your Master the Captain?"

"No, he's the ship's owner, but he doesn't have the skills and training necessary to Captain the ship, so he hired someone to run it for him. The deck below the Main deck is deck 2. That's where the clinic is, the crew's mess and galley, and most of the crew quarters. You went to the clinic for your physical and we got food at the galley. As I mentioned, the guest quarters are on deck 01, so we have to go up the steps or what we call a ladder to reach your room. It's right back here."

I opened the door and showed her a cabin with a queen size bed, and it's own bathroom. "This is your room."

She looked around. "No cage. No chains. No ropes, or whips or paddles. There was a lock on the door, though."

"Only on the inside to keep others out. There's no lock on the outside. I know this is difficult for you to grasp, Fatima, because you've been living in hell for seventeen months, but you're in heaven now. You won't be punished, caged, whipped or chained. Can you find your way back to Master's room?"

"Yes."

"If you have any problems or questions, you can ask me anything. I want to make this as easy as possible for you. Let's put your toiletries away. Since we need to stick around here another day, we'll make sure to purchase some clothes and anything else you need. We'll send one of the guys to pick you up anything you need so give me a list of sizes for shoes, clothes, whatever else you can think of. We'll get it tomorrow."

I helped her put her few new possessions away and we talked a bit more before it was time to eat.

"Would you like some paella now?" I asked.

"Oh, yes, please."

"Let's get some food."

We went down to the dining room and I was happy to see everyone had gotten the word and was dressed, even the slaves. Nor were there even cushions on the deck for them. Everyone was seated at the table. I was seated to the right of Master and there was an empty chair next to mine.

"Good evening everyone," I said, "I'd like to introduce my new friend, Fatima Hidalgo, who was the unlawfully human trafficked slave belonging to a truly evil and horrible man who was just arrested, thanks to Joshua and whatever part Edgar and Hannah played. I understand Joshua's wife, Miranda was also involved and I say thanks to all of them. She was taken from her hotel room in Algiers, where she was staying with her parents on vacation. She's been told her parents were killed by the same slavers who took her, so she's all alone in the world. For a month, she was beaten and raped every single day, branded with a hot iron, finally auctioned and sold to a nasty beast here who couldn't rape her unless he beat her first to get it up.."

I turned her around and lifted up the back of her dress. Manuel, Sherry and Lynn had seen it before. No one else had and there was a collective gasp as they saw the scars crisscrossing her buns, some still fresh, and the brand on her lower right cheek. Master looked pissed. For that matter, there was a lot of jaw clenching going on. Belle looked close to fainting. I dropped the bottom of her dress.

"This is some of what was done to her. The extremes of violence against women. There are more like this higher up her back and on the front of her body, including her breasts. I've never witnessed anything this bad, though I know it happens. Most of those scars were made with the barb of a stingray, and left by her former owner. I want you to think about those scars while I tell you why things need to change for awhile on board the ship. Fatima will be staying with us, until better provisions can be made for her care.

"Due to the beatings and constant rape, Fatima has lost the ability to say no. Even simple requests will seem like orders to her. She will hasten to obey for fear of further punishment. Even after Master told her to keep her clothes on, she removed them if I told her to strip, becoming fearful and afraid she couldn't comply with both our orders, begging us not to punish her. She's been broken, and I hope she can eventually be fixed, but it won't be easy, so here's what's necessary to start.

"No one can have sex with her, not even if she requests it. She's been brainwashed into believing she must be sexually pleasing to people and will ask to make you happy. You can't accept for now. Not until she understands she actually has alternatives, that she may say no and refuse people if it's not truly what she wants for herself. For the time being, we can't have naked slaves running around the ship. Fatima would be compelled to join them. She fears punishment if she's not naked. She refused underwear today because she believed she would suffer. You may ask her things, but be careful of how you ask, so she doesn't perceive it to be an order. Since she can't say no and refuse you, I want to give her another word she might eventually learn to use in lieu of no, a safe word. Fatima, did you have a pet as a child?"

"A dog."

"What was the name of your dog?"

"Mota."

Manuel started to laugh. Fatima looked startled and started shaking. "What's funny, Manuel?" Master asked.

"Mota is the Spanish word for 'spot'." When no one else got it, he said, "Am I the only one who had the English reading primer about Dick and Jane and their dog called Spot. Run, Spot, run."

The Americans, even me, started to chuckle, but our foreigners apparently never read that one. "Even people in Spain have dogs named Spot," Manuel said. "I think that's damn funny."

Everyone started to laugh, even Fatima. The second time I'd seen her smile and second time for a laugh. Progress.

"The point I was getting to is she now has a new word for N-O, no. That word is Mota. If Fatima says 'Mota', stop whatever you're doing. If you're giving her a glass of water; set the water down and back away. Generally speaking, backing away will always be a good choice, so she doesn't think you're going to hit her. Lower your voice, become calmer if excited. Don't tell, ask. I know this will be difficult at first, but Fatima needs to be deprogrammed."

"Beth, get on my lap," Master said. "I want a kiss."

"Mota, Master." I stayed where I was. Fatima started to tremble. I squeezed her hand.

"Beth, I want you over my lap right now." His voice rougher and more demanding.

"Mota, Master. I need to introduce my new friend to the crew." Fatima was shuddering even worse, looking like she was going faint.

"Please, Beth; obey your Master. I don't want you punished."

"It's okay, Fatima. Mota is a safe word."

He smiled at me and ordered, "Beth, I want you to suck my cock."

"Double Mota, sir. I'm busy. Sorry, no can do."

"All right. Finish your introductions." He leaned back.

Taking her hand, I led her to each person around the table, touching them as I introduced them.

"This is Ethan. He's in charge of the smaller boats we have aboard and all the toys Master has to play with. The fellow next to him is Edgar. He's in charge of Master's security. He'll make sure no one like Hans or Mahmoud will ever lay hands on you again, won't you Edgar?" I patted his head.

"You bet."

"Next to Edgar is Angelique. You only met her pretty little ass earlier, but the rest of her is just as nice as her bottom. She's a famous model in her own right." A soft kiss to her cheek. "Sitting beside her we have her wife and Master's Personal Assistant, Hannah. At this end of the table is Captain Björn Amundsen, responsible for keeping the ship afloat." I rested my hand on his shoulder. "Next to him is Lynn, my friend with her two submissives, Sherry and Manuel, both of whom you met as they are the medics who checked you over. Lynn and the Captain are kind of dating." I kissed her forehead. "Next to them is our chef, Pierre who you also met." A quick kiss to his head and Leo's. "Next to Pierre is Leo, our helicopter pilot and head of the aviation department."

"Serving us today is Reggie, the assistant chef, Henderson or Henry, a real sweetheart, and Jìngyi, a good friend, also a sweetheart who we enjoy a friendship with. They are the two newest members of the crew."

"Who are the empty chairs for?"

"They're for us, Fatima."

"I get to sit at the table?" The rest of them looked at each other.

"Yes, you do. You're our guest. Right next to me."

I sat down and she tentatively sat beside me as if afraid she'd sit on a tack. "We'll need to arrange for clothes for Fatima. She has nothing. She'll give me her sizes and if a gentleman could pick some things up for her tomorrow, it would be greatly appreciated."

"Pick up some lady frillies, sign me up," Edgar said.

"Bucking for employee of the month?" Master asked.

"Yeah, if buying ladies clothes does the trick, don't mind if I do."

"I don't know if I'd let you go on your own," Leo said. "You have no taste at all. If she wants to actually look presentable, I think I should go with you."

"Nothing too sexy, boys. We're trying to tone down the submissive aspects of her clothing."

"We can handle it, Beth."

"I have a question," Ethan said. "Merely as a point of reference. I've never seen you say no to anything you've been asked to do. What's the difference between Fatima and you."

"Master and I have an agreement established prior to my submission. I told him what I was willing to do, and what I wasn't. He's never asked me to do something I told him I was unwilling to do. If he had, I'm perfectly within my rights to say no without fear of the consequences. Fatima has never had that choice. She obeyed whatever her Master told her to do, or she suffered a severe punishment; one none of you would willingly suffer. Her Master told her she had to drink his piss and eat his shit and she had to do it. Master would never even ask me to do it. I have always had the right to say NO, even if I've never had to use it.

"Don't mistake our individual circumstances to be similar. They're nothing alike."

"I'm sorry for you, Fatima. I apologize for thinking you were the same as Beth," Ethan said. She nodded shyly.

Fatima wolfed her paella down as if she hadn't eaten in ages, then sat quietly in her chair, staring at her bowl.

"Would you like some more, Fatima? You seem quite hungry," Master said.

"I would not want to be punished for getting fat, Master."

"I prefer women with a little meat on their bones. You won't be punished for eating."

"Are you sure, Master?"

"Quite sure. Have some more."

"Thank you, sir."

She ate two more bowls of the paella, scarfing it down.

Master whispered to me. "I see what you mean. What's been done to her is criminal."

"Yes, sir."

"See if you can help her remember more, enough to find this Mahmoud. He needs to be ended."

"Did Edgar find out anything new when Hans was questioned?"

"They found out where Fatima was sold. It was in Venezuela. They will close it down and see if they can follow the clues back to the slavers. They need all the help they can get."

"I'll do my best, sir. Have you had enough to eat, Fatima?"

"For the first time in a long time."

"If you would please come with me, we'll see if you can't work on your memories."

"You know I would prefer to forget everything which happened to me there."

"I understand, but we will concentrate on other things like the rooms you were in, the layout of the place, what you could see from the windows. To keep this from happening to other young women, the person who did this to you needs to be found and stopped."

"I suppose."

We returned to Master's room and I handed her several sheets of paper. "Before we get started, write down all of your sizes so we can buy you some clothes tomorrow."

"Can we take these off now. I'm not used to wearing clothes."

"I know you're not, but until you don't feel compelled to go naked, you will wear clothing. I could give you something different. I have some exercise clothes. You might need those to sleep tonight. We'll get you something more casual for running around the ship, some swim suits for using the pool and spa. Underclothes, you'll need some of them."

I started rooting around in Master's closet for the clothes he allowed me to wear off the ship, hopefully something that covered her up. We were fairly close to the same size, although her breasts were larger than mine. There weren't a ton of choices, but I found a soft cotton tee and panty set that would be a little snug over the boobs and a little loose around the hips given how thin she was. I handed them to her.

"Put these on."

She put them on immediately, but actually questioned me.

"I haven't worn underclothes for seventeen months. They'll be very uncomfortable."

"I know they will, but if you progress fast and no longer think you'll be punished for the least little thing, and realize you don't always have to do what someone tells you, perhaps you can lose them again in the future."

"How will you know I'm progressing."

"When one of the Dominants with slaves gives you an order and you can say 'Mota'."

"It sounds easy."

She handed me her clothes sizes. They were European sizes, not American. I don't know what they used here, but the internet had conversion tables.

"It won't be; not for you."

I sat down on the bed crosslegged, Fatima beside me, feet off the bed. I had paper on a clipboard in my lap.

"Okay, let's start with the room where you slept most nights. Close your eyes. When you open them, were there windows in the room?"

"Yes"

"Did the windows have bars? Were they square, round, or some other shape?"

"They had bars and they were square on the bottom and had a rounded, roof type shape at the top."

"Can you draw them?"

"Yes." I made a note.

"Did the light ever come in through the windows, morning or evening?"

"Morning."

It's morning, you walk to the window and look out. What do you see?"

"Mountains."

"Is there snow at the higher elevations, or any vegetation? It was February when you were taken."

"There is snow at the higher elevations, not much vegetation anywhere except the garden below the window."

I wrote down a garden below an East facing window, not much vegetation on mountain slopes, snow at higher elevations in February.

"Are there any trees in the garden? Flowers? If you close your eyes, can you smell the flowers, tell what they are?"

Fatima closed her eyes. "Small trees, not much more than bushes. I smell jasmine. They let me in the garden a few times. There were a few roses, but not many, some flowers which grew up trellises."

"Were there walls around the garden?"

"Tall walls, at least three meters tall. When slaves were allowed in the garden, there were always guards standing on the walls, so they were wide enough to stand on."

"Very good, Fatima. Let's return to your room for the moment. Did you share this room with any other slaves?"

"Not at first. Everyone was kept apart to begin. As we started to accept our slavery, we began sharing rooms. I suppose they no longer thought we'd plot together to escape. It didn't take long, usually a couple weeks at most before all hope was lost."

"Were there bathing facilities in the room or did you go somewhere else to bathe?"

"There was a bucket in a corner of the room for relieving ourselves when we were kept alone, and a hose the guards would use to spray us with. When we moved into rooms with other slaves, it had regular toilets. There was a small pool like tub where we could bathe together."

"So you were given creature comforts as you began to accept your slavery?"

"Yes."

"Were you on the top floor or a lower floor."

"A top middle floor. Mahmoud had his rooms at the top, Everyone hated going to his rooms. You knew you were going to be in a lot of pain if you went there. Something which might not mar you, but painful, like pinching your nipples or clitoris very hard or binding your breasts. Below his floor was the slaves floor. Then the guards floor, with the kitchen, dining hall and meeting rooms below them on the ground floor. The basement had the dark cells and more punishment rooms. The dark cells were bad. There was only a single blanket, and you were cold. The rooms weren't big enough to lie down in except rolled into a ball. There was no light, and there were rats. You could hear them scurrying across the floor or in the walls. And bugs. You couldn't see what crawled over you, but you could feel them crawling over you. Everyone had to spend a least one night in a dark cell. You didn't want to spend more than one night there."

The more Fatima shared with me, the worse I felt for her. I could barely imagine the hell she'd gone through. At some point, Master returned his room and Fatima knelt for him.

"Relax, Fatima."

"Yes, Master."

"Call me, Joshua."

"I wouldn't dare, Master."

He shook his head and went to his work station. Over the next couple hours, I teased a lot of detail out of her. making copious records of her recollections of what she remembered. I noticed Master had stopped working on what he was doing and was listening to our conversation, though he didn't intrude in any way. Around ten, I told Fatima we'd continue in the morning. I asked her if she needed me to take her to her room.

"Can't I stay here with you?"

"That's not a good idea," I said.

"You know how much I hated being alone in the dark rooms. Please."

"You can leave a light on if you wish. There are other rooms near yours with people in them and you should be able to hear them. You can listen to music if you want so you're not alone in the dark."

"Please, Beth."

"I'm trying to keep you away from sex, Fatima. My Master and I will be having sex before we sleep. I enjoy sex with him and haven't had sex all day."

"I understand." She thought a moment. "Could I stay in your room. You're the only person who's been kind to me for months and months. I'd like to remain close and I don't want to be alone."

"I'll make a deal with you. I'll set you up in my room with a night light and you can spend the night in there. I'd like you to draw what the windows and other things you have memories of, looked like. Spend until eleven drawing what you remember at my desk. Then you can lie down and go to sleep in there. But you need to stay there. Do we have a deal?"

"Yes, thank you."

I took her to my room. I gave her several sheets of paper and put her at my desk so she could do some drawing. I showed her how to work the shower, to use the saltwater for washing and fresh water to rinse. I said she could leave a light on over the desk. It wouldn't be too bright by the bed to keep her awake, but she could still see and wouldn't be in the dark.

Closing the door behind me and stripping off my clothes, I joined Master on the bed. We made love for a long time. It was the first time I'd had him to myself for several days and I enjoyed it. He even cleaned me off after he'd cum. When we'd finished, I was lying next to him with my head on his chest, listening to him breathe.

"I was listening to you question her," Master said. "You do an excellent job of extracting information."

"You know I'm training to be a psychologist, sir. People don't often want to talk about the darkest parts of their lives, yet they need to if they're to heal. It will be part of my job when I become licensed."