My Voyage of Submission

The ship stops at a mandatory nude beach on the way to Buenos Aires, and runs into something peculiar. This chapter contains oral, anal, lesbian, public and multiple partner sex. It also contains slave discipline including whipping, paddling and orgasm denial. There are no STD's or COVID-19 in this fantasy world. My thanks to JohnnyGalt for his editing prowess in making these better tales. The mistakes remain mine.

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We were tardy this morning; too much late night and morning fucking. We dressed and saw we had missed Morning Muster and a regular breakfast, and had to have fruit and pastries instead.

"I need to see Master. I've never missed muster before."

"You won't be punished, will you?" Herman asked.

"I don't know. Never missed one before. I usually award the daily and weekly crew drawing winners on Sunday morning."

"We'll go with you and explain."

I found Master in his cabin, preparing for today's business meeting. I knocked before entering, then knelt just inside the door, the Klines standing behind me.

"There you are," Master said.

"You didn't think I fell overboard when I wasn't at muster this morning, did you, sir?"

"Not all three of you, no. We got back late last night and I assumed you were busy given the circumstances. You're just in time. I'm about to talk to Maahnoor and tell her we've located and contacted her parents. It is good you and the Professor are here."

"Will I be punished, Master? I missed the crew drawing."

"No, but Sherry was the daily winner and Pedro the weekly winner. You'll take care of both of them this morning, when we're done here. You may stand."

"Yes, Master. Thank you, sir."

Fatima knocked on the door with Maahnoor in tow. As soon as Maahnoor came in the room and saw the cage under the bed, she dropped to her knees and started shaking and saying something in Portuguese.

Fatima said something in Arabic, and Maahnoor responded in kind which Fatima translated after saying something back to her. Maahnoor quit shaking quite as bad, but still looked wary.

"She said she's sorry for whatever she's done and will do better. Please don't beat her or cage her, Master. I told her she's not in trouble and won't be harmed."

"Please tell her I wanted to give her what I hope is good news. Please tell her she doesn't need to kneel for me."

Fatima translated and Maahnoor got to her feet, still appearing skittish and fearful, looking at the ground with brief glances up to see if anyone was angry.

"Please tell her that we've located her parents and when we get close to Morocco, we can reunite them."

The translation was made and Maahnoor got a look of surprise and extreme joy at the news, then realized all she would have to tell them what she'd been required to do and about the new life now growing in her body and started to cry. Fatima held her loosely and let her cry it out.

Professor Kline said, "I recommend the meeting with her parents take place on your ship, Joshua, as opposed to bring her to them. It would give you the opportunity to evaluate how well the reunion is going and if there's any danger to Maahnoor."

"You're probably right, more's the shame. I'll make arrangements to bring them aboard when we're close enough. Fatima, when you get the chance, find out what Maahnoor would like to wear when she meets her parents. We'll order something for her and have it delivered someplace we can pick it up.

"Fatima, I offered you an opportunity to learn how to operate the ship and you've been stuck baby sitting our new guests. I'd like to get them out and moving around the crew. I want you to resume your new training duties. The others may stay in their room if they wish, or they can follow you around. The crew will be gentle and solicitous, and they need to know all people are not evil and wish to do them harm.

"I think they should start learning English so more of us can communicate with them. None of us knows Portuguese, or any of the other languages they speak. So if they go around the ship with you, tell them what an item is in English. Nouns are the easiest thing to learn because it's concrete and visible. A few easy concepts like I'm hungry or thirsty to start off with. Tell them if they're interested in learning anything, someone will be happy to teach them. If they want to learn self defense with you, they can. I want them to feel normal again, not feel like they're locked up in their room."

"Aye, aye, sir."

"Professor, I'd like the slaves to go naked again. We won't punish them or fuck them in public, but I'd like a little return to normalcy. Do you see a problem with mere nudity?"

"Fatima, ask Maahnoor if she could accept other women being naked and if she'd feel compelled to remove her clothes if others did," Professor Kline said.

What occurred was a back and forth conversation between Fatima and Maahnoor, statements, questions, answers, more questions, more answers.

Finally, Fatima said, "She doesn't really understand the concept of voluntary slavery, so it confuses her that women would choose it for themselves, but if people choose to be naked, and it has no affect on her, she thinks she'd be fine with it."

"Beth, remove your clothes, slowly," Master said.

I wasn't wearing much, so slowly was relative, but I took them off like it wasn't an order. Master called me to him, hugged and kissed me and we faced Maahnoor. She had the wary, haunted look on her face so common to these young women, but she wasn't kneeling or fleeing. Herman asked Oliva to remove her clothing as well. She also took hers off. Herman hugged her gently. Maahnoor looked a little more nervous, but remained standing.

"Tell her four other women and one male might also be naked," Master said.

"Sir, I don't think you should have a naked male," Fatima said. "The cultural taboos in Muslim cultures would make such a thing difficult for the other four women. Manuel should wear something covering his genitals. A naked male might seem more like a Master, one who must be obeyed. Especially as medical staff who's already given clinical examinations to these women, it would be hard."

"I think she's right," Herman said. "They might more easily tolerate female nudity than male."

"I'll let Lynn know Manuel has to keep something on. Perhaps she's made him a kilt or something. Fatima, tell her we're finished for now and you want to start working again. Maahnoor and the other women can watch what you do or stay in their rooms, and we'd also prefer they learn English so we can all speak to them."

Fatima made her explanations and Maahnoor gave a little bow, and they left. Herman and Oliva left as well.

"I'll let Hannah, Lynn and Francesca know about the changes. Beth, when you're with Sherry, find out how soon after coming off the pill a woman may become pregnant?"

"Are you going to get me preggers, Master?" I asked. "I'd prefer to wait until after I get my doctorate."

"I was thinking of Miranda. She needs to start thinking about it sooner than anyone else. I was wondering if she could be fertile again when she joins us in Europe."

"Will you make her stop fucking Peter and Felipe?"

"No, but they might have to start wearing condoms if they fuck her cunt."

For the next two weeks, everywhere Fatima went, the other four women followed her like ducklings following their mother. As they walked by, you could see Fatima name something in English and Arabic, Maahnoor or Sahar would repeat it in Portuguese, and everyone would say it in English, three times. When Fatima was on the bridge or in the engine room, the other four huddled in a corner watching her, occasionally asking questions, but more often silent, absorbing. Everyone spoke softly and kindly to them and smiled a lot. The women became less timid, though always deferent, never quite losing the haunted look, especially the two pregnant ones. They remained the most worried.

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Sherry was surprised to see me naked again, especially without being leashed. I was the first to tell them she could start going naked when off duty but Manuel couldn't. She said she'd wait for her Mistress to give her the all clear. Still no public sex or punishments, nor leashing, but we could go naked again. Taking care of her orgasm was easy. I licked her in the clinic with Manuel watching to see if he could pick up any other pointers. When I'd finished giving her the orgasm she'd earned, she gave me pre-natal vitamins which had been shipped FedEx to us after finding the three women were pregnant. They started stocking them not knowing how long the ex-slaves might be on board. Both Sherry and Manuel were boning up on pregnancies and deliveries.

"Are you both doing well?" I asked. "No regrets?"

"Not anymore," Manuel said. "The other guys have started treating me more like they did before I became a slave. I think they're a little jealous about how much sex I'm getting. Not that anyone is aching to become slaves themselves, but they do think it's intriguing I'm fucking two women several times a day."

"I've never been as happy as I am now," Sherry said. "I have a Mistress and a fiancé who loves me. Life can't get much better."

I found Pedro doing laundry. We had more dirty laundry now with all the extra people we'd picked up. He took me to his room for his two hours with me. He reminded me of Diego a little, except without Diego's cock, but we certainly had a good time. I told him when the ex-slaves were more comfortable, perhaps he could train one of them to help with laundry.

"Fatima is going to start teaching them English," I said, wiping myself off. "One of them may want something to do. I think they're nervous not to be doing anything. They feel like they're going to be punished if they're indolent."

"It's too bad Beatriz left the ship. I still know enough Spanish from my parents I could have talked to her."

"I think it's good she's back with family, as long as they can live with her pregnancy."

"I heard Joshua made sure she had money for counseling and to raise the baby. He's a good man."

"I think so. Thank you, Pedro, for working so hard for him."

"It's my pleasure, believe me," he said with a smile. "The benefits are out of this world."

I patted his limp cock. "For me, too."

On the way back to my room, I found Fatima on the bridge and gave her the vitamins Sherry gave me for the pregnant slaves and asked her to tell the Maahnoor and Ateefah they needed to take them for the health of their babies. In my room, I started working on downloading all the surveys from last night into my database. I didn't really have to translate anything except if someone added a comment to one of the multiple choice answers. I also started translating the entire survey into Spanish for when we went to Buenos Aires.

A little past noon, Master knocked on my door, asking to come in. Of course, I gave him entry and he walked over, kissed me and caressed my breasts as he asked me about what I was doing.

"At the moment, translating my survey to Spanish, Master. This afternoon, I'm going to look at ways in which empirical age and age when D/s activities started, to see how it affects the outcomes. I might also wish to play around with cultural bias. I would think submissive behaviors more prevalent among women in more Patriarchal societies such as Hispanic cultures, but I have no evidence to back that up, so I'd like to investigate it. I also plan on exercising. I've slacked off recently and I feel it."

"Have you had lunch yet?"

"No, sir."

"I'd like to feed you, but we'll need to do it in my room."

"Whatever you wish, Master."

He called down to the mess and asked Reggie to send up some food for two. We went to this quarters and Jìngyi brought it up a few minutes later, saw me sitting on Master's lap and smiled as she set the food down.

"Thank you, Jìngyi."

"You're welcome, sir. Making up for lost time?" indicating the naked slave on his lap. "We all heard Beth spent the night somewhere else."

"It seems to me, the people on this ship have entirely too much time to gossip about the comings and goings in my bed."

"You should expect it to be of interest to at least the females on board, sir. We all wonder about the next time you can have one of us join you. Everyone knows you still need to fuck Darla before you can do any repeats. Now, we're wondering if anyone will get to share your bed with Francesca and Belle before they leave. World's greatest thrill ride, Joshua. I'm next after Darla and I know your two new slaves leave in Buenos Aires."

We both laughed at her. "Just saying, Joshua. If you could put a rush on it, I'd greatly appreciate it." She had a huge grin on her face.

"Fine, we'll have Darla in our bed tonight, though I think Belle will spend the night with Professor Kline and his wife. I'll see if we can't squeeze you in again before they leave. You can let Darla know in case she's thinking of making other plans."

"Will do, Joshua. Thanks."

She sashayed out jauntily, waving her fine ass, whistling a little tune.

"I think we should have a modified bondage ceremony tonight where I can put collars on Francesca and Belle and Herman can put one on Oliva. None of the usual hijinks that go with the ceremony. We'll still do that in private, but the collaring ceremony shouldn't be too threatening considering it tends to make you slaves happy to know you're owned."

"I think everyone would appreciate it, Master. Have another barbecue on the sundeck. A little ceremony where people aren't being whipped, chained or otherwise abused."

He called Pierre and expressed his interest in a barbecue and ceremony tonight. Then he fed me, and I had three good orgasms as he fondled me between bites for both of us. I could feel his hard cock beneath my ass. With his permission, I removed his pants and planted my cunt on his beautiful cock and rode him as he fed me some more. It was a nice, leisurely, slow ride, no haste on either of our parts. I'd already cum three times and Master had a great deal of control over himself. When the food was gone, I was still riding him, though at a faster pace, picking up speed.

"Did you enjoy yourself last night, Beth?" Master asked.

"The only way I could have enjoyed it more is if you were with me, Master, taking advantage of another new slave."

"Good answer," he laughed.

"I'm a good slave, sir."

"So your school girl crush, you called it, hasn't turned to anything else?"

"No, I'm afraid you're stuck with me, Master. You won't get rid of me that easily." I gasped and climaxed again, the third time since he'd started fucking me.

"You do realize I have no desire to be unstuck."

"Yes, Master. I realize it very much. You imprinted it on my ass when I complained to Mistress Layton. If I'd known then what I know now, I wouldn't have needed that particular lesson." Oh fuck, he felt good inside me.

He smiled. "I apologize for that lesson. I was so angry you didn't understand how much I loved you."

"My problem was you didn't want to show me what a wimp you were, sir, falling for one of your fucking slaves."

He stopped fucking me. "Wimp?"

"Was that a poor choice of words, Master?" I smiled. "Besotted, infatuated, smitten, love struck. Have I hit the right word yet, sir? Hopelessly in love, captivated, enchanted, enthralled, bewitched, bedazzled; do any of those words work, Master?"

He picked me up, still impaled on his prick and carried me to the bed. "All of them are pretty accurate, though I still object to the word, 'wimp'."

Master laid me on the bed, and pinned me down, slamming into me. I orgasmed, spiraling out of control, screaming his title, 'Master'. Francesca and Belle who'd been returning to the room, rushed inside when they heard me scream, saw it was nothing to get upset about and watched him tear me a new cunt. I climaxed three more times before he deposited his seed so deep inside I could taste it in my mouth.

"What was that all about," Francesca asked when Master rolled off me, panting, "and how do I get me some?"

"Beth is too smart for her own good. She has an excellent grasp of English vocabulary. She called me a wimp."

"Are there any other trigger words I should be aware of, or is wimp the one I use if I want to be fucked like that?"

Master laughed. "I'm hopelessly outnumbered, aren't I."

"Yes, sir," I said, still breathless. "You might as well surrender now. We have you surrounded."

"You're going to get collared tonight, ladies, and then Belle will spend the night with the Klines, giving Oliva more lessons in slave etiquette. Don't think I didn't hear your comment, Francesca, about what a nice cock he had. Your turn will come. The rest of us will be taking Darla to bed tonight. Rug munching is the only word to properly describe our night."

"And why is she the only one I don't care how thick her carpet is?" Belle asked.

"I have no clue. I'm guessing pheromones, but I'm at a complete loss otherwise," I replied. "I sniff her muff and go diving. Completely unexplainable. The more she cums, the more I want it. Even Master loves going pearl diving with Darla and he threatened to have my fur lasered off."

Master laughed. "Beth is right. I don't have an explanation either. She is intoxicating though. I need to go to my next meeting. What are your plans?"

"Finish my translations and go to the gym to work out. I'm still working on Hogan's Alley. You wouldn't want a fat, out of shape slave, would you, sir?"

He laughed and kissed me. Francesca cleaned him off while Belle cleaned me. Both of us were quite soaked in cum. He got up and dressed. The rest of us went down to the gym.

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Edgar had told me to shoot Hogan's Alley after doing my exercise sometimes. He said the fatigue and hard breathing made it harder to shoot, but more closely approximated the adrenaline dump of actual combat. Adrenaline reduced fine motor skills and narrowed your visual focus while increasing strength, making aiming and accuracy more difficult. It was good practice to work on it tired and panting for breath. I was doing that today, which made Fatima tapping on my shoulder more of a surprise. I hadn't heard her or the ducklings come in. I managed to keep my gun downrange and step into cover and pausing the scenario before setting my weapon down and turning to face them.

"Excuse me Beth, but the women had some questions for you. I had some time this afternoon because the Captain will be taking the ship out this evening and so he told me to take a break now."

"Certainly I'll answer their questions. Let me get a towel and dry off a little."

I patted myself down. I'm sure I stunk a little, maybe even a little of sex as I hadn't showered after my interlude with Master. I sat down on one of the weight benches and told them to go ahead. Francesca and Belle, who were both walking a treadmill, came over as well.

"The others are kind of wondering about your slavery. I can't really understand why you're a slave either, so can't really answer their questions well."

"Of course, it would be difficult to understand for all of you since you didn't choose it for yourselves. I'll do the best I can."

I began a careful explanation of Dominance and submission, explaining how some portion of the population had submissive characteristics, and some Dominant, some people neither and some people both. It was slow as she had to explain in Arabic and get it retranslated to Portuguese.

"To a certain extent, certain cultures promote this subservience because the men in the family make all the decisions for the women, which is why women tend to be more submissive, although it's not the only explanation, because once I was an adult, I made all of my own decisions and considered myself independent."

They wanted to know why I chose slavery for myself.