The freed slaves have their sex slave jewelry removed and Fatima is finally allowed to have sex. Oliva is becoming more submissive. This chapter contains oral sex, anal sex, public sex, lesbian sex, group sex, double penetration, and acts of submission and Dominance. No COVID or STD's in my fantasy world. My thanks to JohnnyGalt for his editing expertise.
My Voyage of Submission, Ch 7 - Montevideo
Hannah finally took pity on Angelique early the next morning. Hannah took the Slave Trainer off Ange and I was allowed to give her one orgasm after her night of denial. Since it was only one, I gave her the very best one I could. I learned later they'd heard her screams on the bridge and the ducklings became afraid until Fatima told them it was a scream of pleasure, not pain.
Hannah gave me my morning spanking with the paddle she'd used on Angelique last night. Not so hard I couldn't sit down afterward, but stiff enough to remind me I was a slave. We went to breakfast and Fatima dragged in with the four ducklings. She looked exhausted. She was explaining the English words for the things in the mess to them.
Fatima saw us and after getting some food, sat at our table, her squadron sitting at the next one.
"This has got to be quick. The Captain only gave me a half hour for breakfast." She held up a strip of bacon. "This is bacon." Everyone repeated it three times. She pointed to the eggs. "Eggs." Her glass of juice. "Orange juice." Her cup of coffee. "Coffee." She pointed to the whole thing. "Breakfast or morning meal," Repeating it in Arabic so they all knew was she was talking about. "And I can really use the coffee," she muttered, sipping. "I was up most of the night on the bridge with the Captain."
"I didn't think Muslims could eat pork," I said.
"Pierre is stocking turkey bacon," Fatima said. "He's careful stocking things for different dietary requirements. He has soy bacon too, but we all agree it tastes horrible."
"How's your training going?" Hannah asked.
"It's not going. I'm the coffee flunky. 'Get me a cup of coffee, Fatima.' I just got you some twenty minutes ago. 'It's cold now. Freshen it up.' Someone else asks if anyone wants a cup of coffee, the Captain says he's good. Five minutes later, he asks for another cup. I mean, I'm learning some stuff. You can't help but learn something if you pay attention, but he's not really explaining anything to me."
"That's odd," Angelique said.
"I don't think he really wants to train me. I don't know if it's because I'm a woman or he doesn't think I can handle it, but I feel like I'm wasting my time."
"Let me get this straight," I said. "He doesn't ask anyone but you to get coffee. He turns down the offer for anyone else to get it, but five minutes later, he's asking you. Plus, you told me he doesn't even drink most of it."
"No. I got him maybe eight cups of coffee last night and he drank two cups total. I end up throwing most of it away."
"I think he's trying to teach you a lesson," I said.
"About getting coffee? I'm an expert, although I'd love to get some Spanish coffee."
"Not about coffee. I think he wants you to tell him to go to hell."
"I can't do that. He's the Captain. Everyone follows his orders."
"Is he giving you an order?" I asked.
"It sounds like an order."
"And if he told you to take off your clothes, would you?"
"Probably," she replied, nervously.
"And if he told you to take a flying leap into the ocean right off the bridge, would you do that?"
She thought about it and smiled. "Probably not, though I wouldn't guarantee it."
"Would anyone else on the bridge?"
"I doubt it," she replied thoughtfully.
"But he's the Captain. Why wouldn't they follow his orders?"
She didn't respond, pondering.
"Think about it. There's a lesson there; I'm sure of it."
"Was that one of you who screamed this morning? We heard you on the bridge."
Angelique blushed and raised her hand.
"The freed slaves thought someone was getting tortured and got very nervous until I told them it was a happy scream, not a painful one. They never heard a happy scream before. I've heard them a few times now."
"It was a very happy scream," Angelique said. "I was quite frustrated before Beth was allowed to give me an orgasm."
"Just once, I'd like to scream like that; just to know what it feels like."
"Your time will come, Fatima. I'm sure of it," I said.
Fatima finished up her breakfast rather quickly, grabbing two cups of coffee, the extra one for BjΓΆrn, heading back to the bridge, waving to us, followed by the other four freed slaves.
"What's the Captain trying to teach Fatima?" Angelique asked.