My Voyage of Submission

Three of the freed slaves find out they are pregnant, one of them, Beatriz goes home with her parents. Herman and Oliva go to a BDSM club with Joshua, Lynn, Hannah, Beth, Francesca and Belle. This chapter contains oral, lesbian, anal, interracial, and public sex within a club. It contains shibari and sexual asphyxiation. There is no COVID-19 or STD

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s in this fantasy world. My thanks to JohnnyGalt for editing. Any mistakes remain mine.

My Voyage of Submission, Chapter 5 - S

ão Paulo

I had to get up in the middle of the night to change the Slave Trainer on Francesca and remove Belle's.

"How do you stand it, Miss Beth," Francesca whispered.

"I don't. I'm as miserable as you are. There's a reason for using it besides it not harming you and leaving no marks. It's effective," I whispered back.

"Now I know why Belle said she preferred her whipping. Does Master really expect us not to cum when he fucks us, Miss Beth?"

"No, he expects you to cum. Just as you expected Belle might cum when she didn't have permission. It's a nonsensical justification for putting squirming slaves over your knees."

I kissed her as I slipped the charged one on. "Welcome to the world of a slave. Remember you have to give Belle two orgasms. I suggest you carefully clean up the mess that is her cunt first, and be cautious not to let her cum too quickly. That's when she squirted the last time she wore one. Let her calm down a little before you make her orgasm. You can remove this one when it dies. If you have your slave clean you afterward, stop her before you cum. Your orgasms belong to your Master now."

I went back to sleep with the sounds of a tongue slithering through wet folds and soft, suppressed moans.

******

After we each got a ten swat spanking and Master fucked my ass, we had a shower, dressed, had breakfast, and joined the morning muster where Hannah drew the Captain's name for me, Darla for Francesca, and Albert for Belle.

"She doesn't shave," Francesca whispered, referring to Darla, "she doesn't even trim."

"Yeah, and I don't know why, but you won't care when you lick her. She's mesmerizing. You'll bury your nose in her long, curly hair and be eager to lick her despite the fur. Trust me."

"She's right, Mistress," Belle whispered. "You won't care."

"Captain Amundsen is sleeping now, Beth," Master said. "He brought the ship in last night and was up most of the night. You can take care of him this afternoon. This morning, I'd like you to stick with Fatima as the women get medically checked out. I'd let Professor Kline do it, but I'm still trying to minimize their contact with men and Manuel will already be with them. You might want to tell Beatriz her parents are coming to get her tomorrow."

"Yes, sir."

We all went our separate ways. The five women, who'd shivered at seeing the entire crew formed up for muster, gladly left when Fatima led them to sick bay. Manuel only had one of them disrobe at a time and gave them paper robes to wear. Sherry did as much of the touching as she could and Manuel was soft spoken and kind when he had to examine them.

"I've never had to do so much gynecological work before," Manuel muttered, peering up into the third vagina of the the day. "What was done to these women was the worst kind of criminal act." Sherry was holding and patting a hand gently. "We'll need to draw blood and take urine specimens; do what lab work we can do."

"I'll tell them," Fatima said, then spoke in Spanish to Beatriz, who quickly told the others.

"How come they all speak Portuguese," Sherry asked, "given they all come from places other than Brazil?"

"You learn a new language quickly if you're beaten when you don't understand your Master's orders," Fatima said. "I speak some Dutch for the same reason. But he could converse with me in English, so didn't care as much I didn't speak it. I quickly grasped kneel, display, bend over and most simple slave commands. My Master enjoyed beating me. I wanted to give him as little cause as possible. These women will probably grasp the basics of English very quickly so they don't get punished."

"They won't be punished," Sherry said.

"They don't know it in their hearts, no matter how much I tell them. If someone raises their voice to me, I still flinch and want to sink to my knees, and it's been several days since I came aboard. It wasn't until Joshua offered to teach me how to be a ship's captain, I really began to believe I wasn't going to be sexually used at any moment. It was like, 'why would he want a sex slave to learn to sail a ship?'. I was amazed. I'm still afraid to set foot on land where some slaver might see my brand and take me again. It might be weeks before Sahar feels anywhere near normal."

Sahar looked at us apprehensively at mention of her name. Fatima said something soothingly in Arabic. She nodded her head and lost her look of fear.

"And don't imagine selling slaves is only a third world issue," I said. "Slaves are bought and sold everywhere, including the United States, though most of ours come from other countries. Women disappearing off our streets would raise a big stink, but don't think for a minute some runaways or homeless don't disappear every day into the human trafficking networks. A lot of prostitutes start out as runaways, and while they don't go through the D/s forms we follow, they're the property of their pimps."

Sherry shuddered. "Almost makes you question why you wanted to be a submissive so badly, doesn't it?" I asked.

"Yes."

"Because in the back of your mind, you knew it was your choice. It's still your choice. You can walk away from it at any time. It's not the same for them. Like Fatima, they may have very few submissive tendencies and desires at all, even though they come from countries where patriarchy flourishes. They're raised to obey their fathers and husbands, but it doesn't mean they're submissive, any more than you weren't raised to be submissive, yet you are anyway."

The exams were finished and they were doing some of the easiest lab work.

"This is odd," Sherry said, "three of these women are pregnant."

"Are you sure?" Manuel asked. "I would think their Masters would have wanted to keep them childless."

"Positive."

"Who?" I asked.

"Ateefah, Maahnoor and Beatriz," Sherry said, all three women looking at us as their names were spoken.

"All Rodrigo's," I said. "Fatima, please ask them if they would know why they were pregnant."

"You know this will be devastating to them. The only chance most of them have for a normal life somewhere is if they're childless."

"Would they want an abortion?" Manuel asked.

"Religiously, none of them would be comfortable terminating their pregnancy. My father was Spanish and mother, Moroccan, so I was exposed to both Catholic and Muslim values. It's a sin for both."

"They need to know. If it's any consolation to Beatriz, you can tell her her parents are going to come tomorrow and get her."

"Really?" Fatima said.

"Yes, Miranda confirmed it last night."

Fatima told the three women they were pregnant, speaking in Spanish and Arabic and Beatriz telling Ateefah. All three women started crying piteously when told. Fatima told Beatriz her parents were coming mañana, which was about the only thing I understood. Beatriz started crying harder and the others asked her why she cried harder. When Beatriz told them, all five of the young women hugged Beatriz and cried more with her. I think it was the first time they realized we weren't really intending to keep them.

"We're wondering why Rodrigo would want all three of his slaves pregnant. Could you ask Beatriz?" I asked Fatima.

Fatima asked Beatriz and Beatriz didn't know except they'd all been taken off birth control about three months earlier. Maahnoor was asked and she paused, before speaking rapidly and angrily.

"Maahnoor said she overheard Rodrigo telling a guest who was fucking her that he'd taken them off birth control so they'd get pregnant. Rodrigo told him he was planning on keeping any children born from the union until they were eighteen, then selling them as virgins for lots of money to help offset his slave costs. If they were really beautiful, he might keep them as his own sex slaves. The slaves he had would need replacing at some point anyway. Maahnoor said she only hoped the child was not one of his and instead, one of the other people she was forced to have sex with."

I knew Rodrigo was a sick bastard, but this only confirmed it. No one I knew had deserved to die as much as he had with the possible exception of the men who'd taken the women in the first place and I was glad he was dead. Sherry and Manuel were as shocked and aghast as I was. Apparently, his plan had worked to the point he or whoever he allowed to fuck them, had impregnated them. Thank God he would never be turning his own offspring into his sex slaves. What disgusting pond scum he'd been. This sucked even worse than it did yesterday and it was damn sucky then.

"Ask them if they want to eat and then we'll let them talk to Professor Kline again this afternoon, especially Beatriz, since she'll be going home tomorrow. Her parents should know what to expect."

Fatima spent a few minutes consoling the three young women who learned they were becoming mothers. Eventually, they stopped crying, accepting it with the fatalism of the truly enslaved. She then took all five to the mess.

"This makes everything even worse," I said. "I can't imagine their lives from now on."

"Maybe we could take up a collection and set them up so they don't need to get married," Manuel said.

"Is it true they might need sanctuary from their own families?" Sherry asked.

"It's possible. We won't know until they're contacted, and some of them may have to be contacted in person."

I went to the stern room to inform Master and thankfully his meeting was over. I told him Rodrigo's three slaves were pregnant and the reason why.

"My God! I'll need to start a home for pregnant unwed slaves before this is over."

"Where? Multiple women of different nationalities without any paperwork. What country will take them all, even if you wanted to make it happen. At the moment, the only language these women have in common is Portuguese. I think the Brazilians are already embarrassed to have five internationally enslaved women who were owned by Brazilians. To think one of their citizens planned to impregnate his slaves and sell them as virgins at eighteen, or keep them as his own breeding cattle. You and I know it's an international problem, not a Brazilian one. At least two of the women were sold in Venezuela, and it's not even exclusively a South American problem."

"I have another meeting at 1330. The two Interpol Inspectors you met before are supposed to be here at 1500. I may not be done by then. Can you see them for me and help in any way you can?"

"Yes, Master, Fritz and Geraldo again?"

"At least one of them. They're still working on finding Mahmoud. They're hoping the ones taken by Mahmoud can give them more information about his location."

"We'll need Fatima's help unless they speak Portuguese or Arabic or Sudanese."

"Probably. I'd like her to help Professor Kline with Beatriz, but perhaps Oliva Kline can help. She speaks Spanish too."

"I'll let them know, sir."

"Also, we thoroughly vetted the BDSM club here in São Paulo and it seems totally legitimate. I'll cancel our visit if you want or think we need to. I'm inclined to go not so much for your research as to see if any of the slaves there are involuntary or if they appear legitimate submissives."

"I'll do whatever you recommend, sir. I know Oliva still wants to go; perhaps Professor Kline as well."

He kissed me. "I know you will."

I laid my head on his chest. He squeezed my ass and I left him to eat.

******

The two Interpol Inspectors arrived around 1430. I went to greet them.

"Good afternoon, gentlemen. I assume you'll wish to speak to the other young women who were freed yesterday?"

"Please," Fritz said.

"Do either of you speak Portuguese?"

"No," Geraldo said. "I was led to believe they were from other parts of the world."

"They are, but it's the only language they all have in common. One speaks Spanish, two Arabic, one Urdu and one a South Sudan tribal dialect. We've been using Fatima to speak to them in Arabic or Spanish and have them talk to the others in Portuguese. Have you found Fatima's family?"

"Not yet. Nor proof they're dead. We're still hopeful."

"I speak Spanish," Geraldo said. "I could speak to Beatriz and she could interpret for the others. How many of them were taken by Mahmoud?"

"Two; Maahnoor, taken in Morocco around three years ago and Hibbah, taken in Sudan approximately two years ago. The others were kidnapped by other slavers. We found Beatriz's parents. They're coming to get their daughter tomorrow. None of the women were physically abused as much as Fatima was, but three of them are pregnant, including Beatriz, as they learned only this morning. Apparently, Rodrigo was attempting to breed his own slaves for sale or to replace those he had who might be aging to the point he no longer wanted them. I've got the tentative medical reports for all five and photos again."

The two men looked at each other. I continued, "We know how difficult it will for them now, even if you find the families of the others. Professor Kline is speaking to them all this afternoon, concentrating on Beatriz for the moment as she is leaving tomorrow. We'd like to tell her parents how deeply her trauma extends and the problems they'll face as she tries to reintegrate."

"Why don't we start with Beatriz, since I speak Spanish, then we'll interview the two taken by Mahmoud" Geraldo said. "We might need Fatima to speak to those who speak Arabic, or perhaps Beatriz can speak Portuguese to them."

"Of course. Give me a moment and I'll get Beatriz."

I went to the Professor's cabin and it was crowded with seven people inside. Professor Kline, Fatima and the five former slaves. The three pregnant ones still had red eyes from their crying. I assumed tears still leaked out as they discussed the difficulties they'd faced and still faced.

"The Inspectors from Interpol are here and would like to speak to them, starting with Beatriz."

"Do you need me?" Fatima asked.

"One of them speaks Spanish. You should remain and help the professor for now. You might be needed for some of the others. I suppose he'll have to stop his evaluation when you do."

"Once Beatriz is back, I can use Oliva to talk to her and she can speak to the others," Professor Kline said. "I believe she's on the top deck getting a massage and sunning herself."

"I'll let her know when she's needed," I said.

Fatima told Beatriz to go with me to speak to some policeman. I took her hand and we went to the dining room where I'd left Fritz and Geraldo. I offered them some refreshments and got everyone waters when they requested them. I stayed close enough for them to call me if they needed something, but far enough away they could speak softly and I wouldn't overhear. They spent about twenty minutes with her and called me.

"She doesn't know anything about Mahmoud, who we're supposed to find. We'll give her case to Bolivian National Police because there is something to be followed up here, but not our primary case at the moment. We'll see the other women taken by Mahmoud, the ones named Maahnoor and Hibbah, please, and Fatima, to interpret. We'll pass the others onto Omani and Pakistani authorities."

"Of course. I'll be back shortly. I need to get Mrs. Kline so she can help her husband with the others."

I left with Beatriz, getting Oliva from the upper deck spa where she was sunning topless. She put on her bra top and a cover-up and followed me back to her room where I left Beatriz and got Maahnoor and Fatima, returning to the dining room with them.

"Fatima, how are you doing? Are you being treated well?" Fritz asked.

"I'm doing much better. Captain Amundsen will be teaching me how to command a ship when I'm done helping with these women."

"You want to stay on board?" Geraldo asked.

"For now. I still feel uncomfortable leaving for shore. If you find my parents, I may consider leaving, but I like where I am at the moment."

"Do you have anything more to add? Anything more you remember since we spoke last?" Fritz asked.

"Not really, though I hope even harder you find the bastard. Three of us alone on this ship were taken by him. It's horrible he's been allowed to operate for so long."

"We only learned who he was about a year ago and this is the first time we've had to talk to many of his victims. He's a very careful man."

I left them alone again after getting Fatima and Maahnoor some water, waiting just outside the dining room. They spoke to Maahnoor much longer than Beatriz. Using a third person to interpret made it longer anyway, but they had more questions to ask. It was over an hour they were talking, long enough for Master's business meeting to end. He held me close and kissed me briefly.

"Would you like a break?"

"I'm doing fine, sir. Why don't you enter your notes from today's meeting."

He smiled and kissed me again, leaving me there.

A short time later, they asked me to get Hibbah. I got her, taking her hand and leading her down to the officers. I got her and the inspectors more water and took up my position. They spent roughly half the time with her as they had with Maahnoor. Speaking through a double interpreter, Fatima to Arabic and Maahnoor to Portuguese took twice as long and she didn't really remember or didn't want to remember, what happened to her. She remembered less of Mahmoud and his base of operations than Maahnoor except it took many days of travel for her to reach his complex.

By this time it was getting close to supper time and Master asked Fritz and Geraldo if they wanted to eat with us.

"Don't mind if we do," Fritz said, glancing at Geraldo who nodded yes.

To avoid the discomfort of so many men at dinner, the freed slaves were fed in their rooms.

"Did you learn any more about Mahmoud than you knew before?" Master asked.

"Well, Maahnoor was only driven twelve to fifteen hours and Hibbah was driven several days. It lends credence to our current supposition that Mahmouds base of operations might be in the Atlas Mountains in Morocco, or at least, near there. Still thousands of square miles to search for him, but every bit helps."

"My wife has reported a young woman was taken by Mahmoud in Ethiopia where she was working in the Peace Corps, and her family is paying to get her returned. We're hoping to meet Mahmoud or one of his agents near Freetown, Sierra Leone, in ten to fourteen days. Our government doesn't want to be seen as paying or tolerating ransoming, so I've been asked to help. You can't interfere in the exchange, but would one of you like to join us, learn what you can?"

"I think I could arrange to be there," Fritz said.

"Since the exchange will take place in Freeport, I would suggest you fly into Monrovia with the parents of the girl and I'll send my helicopter to pick you up there. He'll probably have people in Freeport looking for trouble prior to the exchange."

"Give me a call when you have arrangements made and I'll set something up with my superiors."

Master agreed. Shortly afterward, Hannah escorted both men off the ship. Our servers started to clean off the table.

When Hannah returned, Master said, "We need to decide if we're going to go to the BDSM club for Beth's research and to check out if more illegal slaves are there. My agents have investigated this club and feel it is perfectly legitimate. We have a full copy of the rules for the club, and those seem like common rules for these types of clubs. I can't bring bodyguards into the club, but they have a room where they can wait for us to finish. Any thoughts."