In this chapter, we bid adieu to William, Sam, Chantelle and Evelyn, LuAnn is placed under Hannah for the remainder of the voyage, but not until Beth trains her to be a better slave. This chapter contains oral, anal, lesbian and interracial sex. Slaves are punished and airtight. There are no STD's and COVID in this fantasy world. Thanks to JohnnyGalt for his editing prowess. All mistakes remain mine.
My Voyage of Discovery, Ch 14 - Martinique, St. Lucia & Barbados
We each got a lovely bum fuck the following morning before we showered, Master depositing the cum in me. Miranda was fed at breakfast while I managed for myself. There was no punishment evolution for anyone this morning, so William said he'd give Evelyn her fifty swats himself later, in the Playroom. For the crew drawing this morning, Sherry won me and Buck won Miranda. Lynn allowed Sherry to cum, but she had to take her reward in public. Buck took his in his room, Miranda led to his quarters.
I gave Sherry the special seduction since she only got the one orgasm, taking fifteen minutes to make her cum, screaming, on my tongue.
"Did you enjoy that, slave?" Lynn asked.
"Yes, Mistress. Thank you," Sherry panted.
"How are things going with you and Manuel now, Sherry? Does he seem happier than he did before?" I asked.
"Yes, Beth, much happier. He's much less anguished over our servitude. In a way, it's better, as we're both having sex more than we used to, although some of it is with Mistress now. And I'm very happy."
"I'm glad for you, Sherry. Do you still intend to get married?"
"I feel more comfortable getting married now than before. No pre-marital jitters at all."
Master walked over and told me I had the next several hours, until three, to do as I wished. He and William were going to be having a nice long chat today. Since Evelyn would be similarly displaced, he suggested I spend time with her as I worked out, did more surveys or whatever. Lynn offered to lead us down to the gym. She gathered our leashes and led us to Master's cabin, then me to my room to get running shoes before taking us down to the gym. Since Sam and Chantelle didn't have anything in particular to do, they came with, waiting in Master's cabin for me to put shoes on.
Sam commented on all the information Master had available to him in his cabin; the itineraries, ship's information, maps, stock and financial news.
"Master is always prepared," I said. "The information is updated continuously by his employees all over the world. With a glance, he knows everything he needs to know about his schedule the next few days, and a rough idea of the week after. I've seen the material update before my eyes."
"It's a good set-up."
We went below decks and I showed all of them how to use the Hogan's Alley and I considered Sam and Chantelle as surprisingly good shots until I remembered Sam was ex-military and his wife was a sheriff's deputy and they'd probably shot real weapons multiple times. Evelyn and Lynn had to be shown what to do and Sam and Chantelle both worked with them to improve their shooting while I started running.
When they finished, I was working on the heavy bag and Chantelle joined me. We took turns holding it for each other as we beat up the bag. Sam was on a rowing machine and Evelyn and Lynn were walking on treadmills. Miranda joined us and got on a stair master.
"Do you spar?" Chantelle asked, a half hour into the bag work.
"Not really," I replied. "Edgar has shown me damaging or killing blows to perform, but unless I really want to learn self-defense, he suggested I play dumb and stupid until I see a chance to use surprise against my attackers. Let them grab a boob or my crotch while crying or whimpering, 'don't hurt me'. He said pretending to know what I was doing without actually knowing would only lead to getting hurt worse."
"He's probably right. You have to work at it constantly to remain good. I'd like to spar though. Any of the females on board spar?"
"I don't know. Roberta might. She's the ex-marine sniper and still looks like she's in super shape. If no women sparred, would you consider a male?"
"Monsieur, would you care if I had a sparring match with a man while naked or would you want me dressed?" Chantelle asked.
"Are you sure you should if you're trying to have a baby?" Sam asked.
"I'm not fragile, sir, and I'm not talking about a brawl. More like what Marcia and I did on the schooner."
"Would it end the same way?" Sam asked. "As I recall, you ended up licking Marcia's cunt when you lost."
"No, Monsieur. I would have your permission for any sex, male or female."
"Then go ahead."
I got on the phone and asked Roberta to call the gym. She called a few seconds later. "I'm in the middle of a massage. What do you need?"
"Do you do any martial arts sparring and can you join us if you do, or recommend anyone if you don't?"
"I'll be done in fifteen if that's okay, otherwise check with Edgar."
"Fifteen is fine, thanks."
I told Chantelle and she started stretching out for her bout. Roberta was there in twenty, dressed in tight sweats and tennis shoes.
"Who wanted the bout?" Roberta asked. "You?"
"Not good enough," I said. "Chantelle wanted one."
She looked at the tall, naked black woman and smiled.
"Aren't you even going to wear a sports bra?"
"Didn't bring one," Chantelle said. "Monsieur doesn't like them covered."
"I don't blame him. You've got great breasts. Don't they get in the way?"
Chantelle smiled. "Not too bad. I'm used to sparring without anything on."