My Voyage of Submission

Maahnoor is reunited with her family with negative results. Henderson agrees to marry her. A wedding is held. This chapter contains oral, anal, lesbian, interracial, group and public sex. No COVID-19 or STD's in this fantasy world. Many thanks to JohnnyGalt for his editorial assistance. Any mistakes remain mine.

My Voyage of Submission, Ch 14 - Casablanca

We anchored far from Casablanca, Master not wanting to go near the African continent until we had a better bead on Mahmoud and what he knew.

Johanna and her parents were on the Helicopter deck waiting as Leo warmed up the engine. Ben and Marian were naked, with butt plugs in their asses. Her father was still wearing a cock cage. She wasn't letting them dress until just before they got off the helicopter. Marian had attempted a brief protest when told they were wearing the plugs all the way to New York.

"The airport scanners will see them and then they'll search us."

"Yes, I'm hoping they do a strip search along with a full body cavity search to see if you're hiding something up your rectums. I could make you wear them on the connecting flight to Denver. I believe the Americans will be more thorough. If you say another word, that's what you'll be doing. Now you've earned a gag until we get to Casablanca." She stuffed ball gags in their mouths, fastening them behind their heads.

Life had taken a strange twist for the senior Hofflers. Their daughter had started as the one with the most problems. That was no longer the case though I'm not sure I'd call their submission a problem exactly. Johanna wasn't for me; being more extreme than I'd like. Johanna was putting them through the wringer, but they seemed to respond to her tight control.

"Here are your tickets," Hannah said, handing all of them to Johanna "Your flight leaves at 10:44 AM. Leo should have you there three and a half hours prior to your departure. All of the details are inside the folder. An embassy official will be waiting with your replacement passport, Johanna. He'll stay to help with any issues if Moroccan authorities wonder why you don't have a Moroccan or any other African country entry stamp. It was a pleasure to meet you. I'm sorry it was under these circumstances."

"I survived. That's the important thing. Joshua, I can't thank you enough for all the great sex and the use of your slave. It helped a lot, I think. It was pretty rocky there for awhile."

"You're welcome. It's been an interesting trip. Your family has been filled with surprises."

"Haven't we," she laughed. "Tell your wife I plan on coming to DC and thanking her personally. Perhaps I'll stay a couple days and check out Pete and Felipe in addition to Miranda. They looked like a couple studs. Beth, you sure opened my eyes. I shall miss your delightful tongue slithering through my cunt."

"You're welcome, Mistress. You really do need to see a therapist. As normal as you might feel right now, there may still be some issues to work through."

"I will. One thing he won't be curing me of is my Dominance."

"Very unlikely, Mistress."

"Sahar, I have a great deal to thank you for. I was sinking into a deep depression and you yanked me out by the hair. If you ever come to Denver, I'll show you around, make sure Mother makes you feel welcome."

"You welcome, pretty girl. Be strong, kick ass."

"Absolutely. Hibbah, words fail me. If you ever need anything and it's in my power to give it, it's yours. You lifted me up when I was down. After finding out what happened to you, I knew my problems weren't as bad and if you could survive, so could I. My home and my bed will always be open to you."

"You welcome, Jo-hon-na. Me like you, too. Me visit one day, you see."

"That would be wonderful. I look forward to it." Johanna gave her a big hug and a kiss.

"Goodbye all," Johanna said.

She waved to everyone and they boarded the helo and Leo took off. He would be returning in four hours with Maahnoor's parents, and some other things. Just enough time to get some fucking in.

******

Morning muster saw Sahar win an orgasm from me. I asked about it.

"Yesterday, Sahar made it through the Special Ops scenario on Hogan's Alley. Edgar thought it was worthy of recognition and he submitted her name."

I took her to her room. She was special and she got a special, nor was she shy in sharing pleasure after I gave her the big O. She licked me to two quick orgasms afterward in a sixty-nine. I reported myself to Master.

"Sir, I earned thirty swats."

"What for this time?"

"Letting Sahar give me oral sex and cumming twice without permission, sir."

"You and Sahar again. It seems she's the one you get into most of the trouble with. Should I be worried?"

"No, sir. She was a slave the longest period of time. I feel more sorry for her than the others as a consequence. I can't imagine four years. It makes me a little weak sympathy wise, where she's concerned, especially as it seems to have altered her life more than any of the others."

"Very well, over my lap."

"Should I put a towel down first so you won't have to change your pants before our guests arrive, Master? I'm quite liquid and squishy at the moment."

He stuck a couple fingers up my snatch to check for himself. He smiled, wriggled his fingers in me a bit and pulled them out, very saturated. He fed them to me, letting me taste my own arousal.

"I think I'll take my pants off instead."

"Yes, sir." Smiling because I knew what it might signify.

Sure enough, his cock was half hard already and swelling even more as I lowered them off his legs.

"Would you like me to take care of this before or after my spanking, sir."

"Neither. I'll take care of it myself."

"Master, what a waste of a beautiful erection."

"What makes you think I'm going to waste it?"

"If I don't take care of it, who will, sir?"

He laughed. "You'll see."

Master laid thirty stiff swats on my bottom, bent over his lap as I counted them out for him. I needed to cum before the end, but he didn't give me permission, so I got ten more added to it. My ass was a nice rosy red and spitting flames when he finished. He lifted me up and set me down on his rampant prick. I was so fucking close again, I orgasmed as he entered me, nearly unable to breathe, let alone ask for permission. My righteously warm backside settled on his thighs. He began spearing into me as I rode him. I climaxed three more times as he fucked me, none of them with his permission, no matter how I tried holding off.

"You're a horny little slut this morning, aren't you?" Master panted.

"Your horny slut, sir. I'm only what you made me."

I was panting too. God, he felt so good inside me, I could barely stand it. Every thrust seemingly ready to send me off again, spiraling out of control. My cunt was on fire nearly as much or more than my ass. His cock and thighs were as wet as mine.

"I love you, Beth. I don't say it nearly as much as I should."

"I know, sir. I always know, even when you don't tell me. I see it in your eyes when you glance at me. I even feel it in my ass when you spank me. I hear it in your breath when you fuck me. I feel it on your tongue when you lick me. I hear it in your voice when you command me. You don't have to say it for me to know it."

I climaxed again, shuddering, giving up even the asking, they arose and overwhelmed me so fast. I had no control of my body at this moment. It was owned utterly by him, not belonging to me at all. I rode him until I felt him swell and freeze, the throbbing signifying his release, my own climax following with him.

"I'm sorry, Master," I whimpered, breathless. "I had no control whatsoever. I had no warnings I was going to cum. In fact, it was like one long climax from beginning to end. I shan't be able to sit down for a day when you're done with me."

"I absolve you of your sins, my beautiful girl. I couldn't help myself either. I wanted to fuck you for thirty minutes, at least. When I needed to pause, I couldn't. I was as helpless as you."

I plastered kisses on him, kissing every inch of his face. My Master. I was so freaking lucky to have him. We showered together, and I sucked him to another orgasm with the water splashing down on us.

******

All the women were wearing pants instead of their short skirts, in deference to Maahnoor's family. Master would have preferred long dresses, but we didn't all have them, so pants to cover our legs. There were perhaps ten people waiting for them to arrive. Not quite a muster, but getting there. Master, Hannah, and Fatima were in the front row; Fatima to interpret if needed.

Maahnoor was standing next to me in her haik, covered head to toe except for a swath across her eyes. I think she wore it because she had bad news to give them about the life inside her and wanted to be dressed as modestly as possible. Also standing next to me was Sahar to interpret for me because I wanted to know what was going on, and Henderson was a little behind me, like he wanted to know everything being said as well.

I heard the helicopter and reminded Maahnoor, "Remember, you need to give your parents the bad news when they arrive so we know how they will react. If you think it's going to be trouble if you go home, you can stay with us. If you leave with them and tell them later, we can't protect you. You have a home with us if you need it, okay?"

"Yes." A tiny voice.

"I mean it. You have a home with us, as long as you need. No one is going to hurt you."

"You survive slavery, you survive this," Sahar said.

Leo made a very smooth landing and a man and woman got off the helo. Master introduced himself, Hannah and Fatima. They responded.

"Maahnoor's mother, Samira and father, Farouk. They want to know if we have word of their daughter," Sahar said.

"Maahnoor, join us please," Master said.

Maahnoor began to walk across the deck and her mother saw her and began running towards her, wrapping her up in her arms in a fierce embrace. Her father walked with a little more dignity, but he too hugged her. They began speaking Arabic.

"They're asking Maahnoor what happened, where gone to, if all right. Maahnoor say she taken as slave, sold to man in Brazil. They ask what slave, where man is. She say, owner dead now, she found on road with other slaves. Joshua save, give place to stay, try to find parents. She say she pregnant now, have child."

Farouk slapped his daughter. Sahar grabbed the hilt of her knife and stepped forward. I put a hand on her arm and held her back. "We knew this might happen, Sahar. Wait! Master won't let them hurt her."

In fact, Maahnor was pushed behind Art and Jake and Fatima yelled at Farouk. Farouk wasn't getting through them. They looked foreboding, a solid wall of muscle.

"Fatima say no hit Maahnoor. Not her fault, she taken. Father call her a whore. Maahnoor should kill herself before disgrace family."

Fatima slapped him. Farouk looked like he was going to haul off and slug her and Edgar stepped between them. Samira was crying.

"Fatima go crazy, tell Farouk she slave once. Want to kill herself. All slave want to die. Men who take, don't let women have weapons, keep in chains, watched. Can't kill self, but many try. No good."

Fatima pulled her shirt up in back, showed scars to Maahnoor's parents. They shrank back, aghast. She then pulled down the back of her pants and showed them her brand. Samira covered her eyes.

"She say Maahnoor, brand like this. Beaten, raped, tortured. Fatima say men do these things to Farouk, he beg to suck cock and get ass fucked. Me bet he would too. Fine for him to say, he not know."

Farouk had his hands over his ears, unwilling or unable to listen, I couldn't tell which. Samira sobbing hysterically, knowing what happened to her daughter. She wanted to rush up to her again, but Jake and Art blocked her way. Master must have said something to them because they let Samira through, but blocked Farouk's path again. Samira was hugging Maahnoor, wailing, and they were both crying.

"Fatima tell Farouk he not know hell Maahnoor lived. Will never know. He doesn't deserve Maahnoor. Mother say Maahnoor not find husband now. She disgraced. Must live in shame."

Henderson pushed between us and approached the scene. When he reached everyone, he said, "I will marry Maahnoor. Fatima, tell her parents I will marry her."

"Fatima say Hen-der-son marry Maahnoor," Sahar said. "Farouk ask if he man who make Maahnoor pregnant. Maahnoor say she pregnant when freed, before ship. Samira ask why he marry Maahnoor."

"I care for your daughter a great deal. She is a wonderful person, kind and gentle. I believe she would be a good wife to me and mother to children, make a home I would be proud to live in."

Oh, Henderson, what a noble gesture. Both he and James were such good, young men. But I would end up with another couple to counsel. Things might be hard for them.

"Hen-der-son," Maahnoor said. "You sure? You marry me though carry child of another man?"

"Yes, Maahnoor. I will marry you."

Maahnoor started crying again, though it seemed tears of happiness this time. So did Samira's tears.

Sahar said, "Farouk just ask if Hen-der-son Muslim."

"No, I'm not, nor am I likely to convert. What do you want, sir? A husband for your daughter and a father for your grandchild, or wait for some unknown Muslim man who may not care for her and her child to do what I will do now. I will allow Maahnoor to raise the child in your faith, but I won't change myself."

Taking a stand. Just like a marine.

"Samira, asking Maahnoor if she would marry Hen-der-son. Maahnoor say yes, Hen-der-son good, kind man who will treat well. Help her learn English, very nice to her. She say man who took her Muslim, evil man, she not care Hen-der-son not Muslim, good man, better man than Mahmoud. Farouk ask when marry."

"Whenever Maahnoor is ready," Henderson said. "The Captain of the ship can marry us now if she wants."

"Farouk is asking if Hen-der-son would force wife to convert."

"I believe everyone should worship God in the way of their beliefs. Maahnoor may worship as she chooses, not as I want."

"Farouk asks if Hen-der-son would sign a marriage contract and provide a meher for the bride."

Henderson was asking Fatima what Farouk was talking about. Master and Hannah were conversing. Hannah disappeared, heading for Master's office.

"What's a meher?" I asked.

"A dowry husband pays, go to bride for independence. Maybe large sum before marriage, smaller sum during marriage. She not suffer if husband bad."

"How large a sum?"

"Depend on family. Poor family, small meher. Rich family, bigger."

Henderson said, "I will sign a marriage contract. I will provide a meher, but I don't have a large sum of money with me."

Fatima translated.

"Farouk say Maahnoor marry Hen-der-son, soon as contract signed, they married."

"That's quick."

"The contract all needed for marriage. Signed by bride, groom, two male witnesses."

"No ceremony?"

"Without Muslim to perform, sometimes just contract. It okay. Legal."

Fatima led Maahnoor and Samir away. I don't know where they went. Everyone else was kind of standing around. I wondered what Hannah was doing. Something for Master, surely.

"Can Muslim women marry non-Muslim men."

"Qur'an say Muslim man marry any woman of book. That be Christian or Jew. All recognize Abraham, have rules for marriage, but not much like. Prefer Muslim. Family foundation of Islam. Better if all Muslim. Support each other, support Islam. Qur'an not say woman marry man of book. Some Imam say yes, some no. Why Farouk ask Hen-der-son if force wife to change faith. Man head of family, put pressure on wife to change. Not support her faith. Why Ateefah say her village, no marriage to non-Muslim. Some place okay. Some place not. Even when okay, discouraged. Why Muslim family arrange marriage. Stay Muslim."

"What do you think?"

"For Maahnoor, me think like Joshua. Some people good, some bad. Religion no matter, race no matter, color no matter. Person matter. It matter if you good, or you bad. Better, be with good person, whoever they are. Hen-der-son seem good man. Maahnoor lucky she have good man. Not matter he Christian. Better he good."

"I think it's easier for marriages if you come from the same place, have the same belief system," I said, "as it helps marriages survive. But what really matters is if people want their marriage to last, and work hard to make it work. They have faith in each other, trust each other, make compromises for each other, talk to each other and listen to each other. Have consideration for the other person and how they feel. Would you want to get married?"

"I think no marriage for Sahar. She love woman now. Islam, me no marry woman."

"There are places you can go that allow it."

"Not sure I good for marriage. Dead parts inside. Too hard now. Too angry. Want to kill Farouk when he hit Maahnoor. I do easy. Should not be easy to kill."

"I'll probably never get married either. The only person I'd marry is Master and I told him to marry Miranda. Which is okay. I wanted him to marry Miranda and I care for her too. I think my submission is as important and comprehensive as marriage would be anyway. I can still have children with him. The only bad part is having to keep everything secret. Not being able to tell the whole world how I feel about him. I guess the important people know. My friends know."

Fatima returned with Samir and Maahnoor. Instead of the haik, Maahnoor was wearing her long sleeved pink djellaba with the necklace Master provided. She looked good. Master asked everyone on deck to come to the dining room for food. We started to take our accustomed places but Farouk and Samira looked shocked. Fatima asked if it would be okay if the women sat on one side of the table and the men on the opposite side.

"What's going on?" I asked Sahar.

"Muslim marriages, men, women kept separate. Men in one room, women another. Even bride, groom, separate. Not together until they alone. Sometimes bride not there. Male representative of bride called Wali will go to ceremony for her, if ceremony. Modesty important, Islam. Not to mix with other gender. No dancing at Muslim wedding, no touching opposite sex."

So all the guys were on one side, all the women on the other. Henderson was seated between Master and Captain Amundsen. Farouk was sitting on Master's other side. The bride to be, was seated between her mother and Fatima. No one was on the ends. Reggie and Pierre brought out traditional Moroccan fare, and because of the seating arrangements, Sherry and Jìngyi served the women, Reggie and Manuel served the men.

Hannah returned and she had a three page document in both English and Arabic. Copies were given to Maahnoor, Henderson and Farouk.

"Read it over, Henderson. You said you'd sign a marriage contract, this is it," Master said.

"What's it say, generally?"

"More or less, it's typical marriage vows like I made with Miranda with the additional stipulations you agreed to. Maahnoor could maintain her faith and wouldn't be forced to convert. Her child would be raised in the Islamic faith, and you agree to a meher of 450,000 Dirham to be paid to Maahnoor, half now and half over the next five years."

"Will I ever see that amount of money in my lifetime?"

Master laughed. "It's roughly $50,000 US, which is what I was going to give Maahnoor to live on to raise her child. She's just getting it from you now. It is hers and you don't get to touch it, which is the purpose of a meher. Consider it a wedding gift."

Apparently the number was both surprising and extremely favorable to Farouk, Samir and Maahnoor. It made Henderson a man of substance who could afford to care for his daughter and grandchild in a tangible way. Farouk suddenly looked a lot happier about the marriage. He said something which Fatima translated as "I thought you did not have much money available."