My Voyage of Submission

This is the final chapter of My Voyage of Submission. Beth's story will continue in another book in about a month. In the meantime, enjoy some of my other books. I have another one currently going and am about to start another featuring Lynn's children. This chapter contains oral and anal sex, primarily of the non-consensual variety. My thanks to JohnnyGalt for his editorial expertise. There is no COVID or STD's in this fantasy world.

My Voyage of Submission, Ch 23 - Back to Africa

We made our way out of Norwegian waters and headed towards the Mediterranean Sea. As we passed England, Leo flew Maahnoor, Henderson and me with three bodyguards to Cambridge for a live hypnosis session with Dr. Sadiq. He spent a great deal of time speaking to her about her progress in ignoring her desire for other men, and how her treatment was going. He was very satisfied with her answers. We altered the script I was to follow with her slightly, adding some suggestions Doctor Kline had made. He felt we could increase the interval between her hypnosis refreshers. He also spent time talking to Henderson about the state of his marriage and whether he'd managed to forgiver her for her sins against their marriage.

"I think I've forgiven her on the whole, but I haven't forgotten. I know I still worry if it might happen again."

"Understandable, but I'd like to tell you something. Before I began treatment with Maahnoor, I asked her under hypnosis how she felt about you. I didn't want to start treatment with her if she didn't truly love you and want to change her behavior. I was worried she married you because you were a life raft, given her condition. It's very hard to be deceptive under hypnosis. It's more dependable than a lie detector. I truly believe she deeply cares for you personally, appreciates all that you've done for her and truly wants to be a good wife and mother. Of course, given the conditioning she received under her slavery, I can't guarantee she won't slip in the future, but I can guarantee she doesn't want to.

"She loves you, Henderson. She didn't marry you just because you were her only choice. We'll do the best we can to help her refrain from slipping, but I hope you might find it in your heart to understand she may not be able to control herself, and it's no reflection on you or your marriage. It's like she has epilepsy. With treatment, she might go without seizures for much of her life, but it's also possible, something could happen to cause a seizure. We can't always predict what those things might be, but I know it's not because she loves anyone else or wants to hurt you. You are her choice as a husband and father. There's no one else."

"Could you deal with it if your wife cheated on you?"

"It would be very difficult, Henry. I'm not saying it's easy to ignore. I am saying she wishes she had more control for your sake, and that's what she's striving for."

"I'll try to keep it in mind, sir. I just know it was the worst thing that ever happened to me and I'm not sure I can go through it again."

"I understand. Thank you, Henderson."

After Henry left the room, Dr. Sadiq and I also talked about the progress of the others in my groups, and also speaking of the four freed slaves he was now treating. They were having some of the same issues mine had.

I didn't specifically ask about Felicity's submission, but did ask if she was teaching the four women about modern banking.

"Yes, and she's enjoying it, although it's been difficult with the three different languages they speak. None of them are fluent in English. We took a page from your book and gave them all iPads with some of Joshua's money. They use it to have Felicity's words translated into their own languages, and now they're using it to learn English, the Queen's English and not that uncivil American bastardization."

I laughed. "You have a very sly sense of humor, Master Sadiq. I can't tell you how much I enjoyed it when you told Felicity, 'Talaq, I divorce you.' Of course, if I hadn't recently read about Muslim divorce because of Maahnoor and Henderson, I wouldn't have known what you were doing and been quite dismayed. I didn't want anything to happen to your marriage. Until I said something, Felicity looked as if she'd die."

"I apologized for that later, but I felt something shocking was appropriate since she'd just been naked in front of strangers."

"And may I say what a lovely wife you have, Master Sadiq. She's very attractive."

"Don't tell me. You'd do her, or some such Americanization." He was smiling as he said it.

"Yes, sir," I smiled. "In a heartbeat. The same applies to you, sir. I'm an equal opportunity sinner."

His smile grew wider. "For such an appalling sinner, I've enjoyed meeting you."

"You're not as stuck up as I thought you'd be, so likewise. I'll try to keep you up to date on any of them and get your advice if I need a Muslim point of view."

I wanted to hug him, but knew he wouldn't appreciate it, so shook his hand.

******

Our schedule for the next several weeks, was after passing through the Straits of Gibraltar, we'd be going to Barcelona, Rome, Milan, Athens and Istanbul, for Master's business before heading through the Suez Canal to the Red Sea, Arabian Sea and eventually, other points west. Master had originally planned stops in Alexandria, Egypt, with a side trip to Cairo, and Rabat, Morocco, but didn't feel comfortable making further stops in North Africa until he knew Mahmoud was captured or killed. Additionally, Sherry and Manuel planned to get married on Santorini, officially, Thira, the site of a gigantic volcanic eruption which may have led to the end of the Minoan civilization on Crete due to a tsunami, and the possible source of the legends of Atlantis.

Manuel had been intrigued about the Atlantean legends and Santorini was one of the most picturesque of the Greek Islands, so they'd planned their wedding for there before the trip. We'd be making a three day stop there for the wedding and a brief honeymoon.

Angelique had tentatively added Milan back on her modeling schedule. It would be with heavy security, but since it didn't involve the ship, Master was willing to take the chance. He suspected the ship was still being tracked, but Milan would be by air and that was more difficult to track.

I was back to the sole slave available for Sailor of the Day, Week and Month. Aside from my groups and evenings with Master, I had plenty of time at hand. Master usually had someone else in our bed beside me. Delphine got added to the regular rotation, but Hannah and Angelique were more irregular guests.

About two weeks after Yasmine's submission to Björn, and with Delphine's constant help, Yasmine had gotten a sufficient grasp of the English language to start attending groups. Since she was still a submissive, her treatment plan wasn't quite the same as the others, so I spent some time after each session with her, covering anything she'd found confusing in the group due to language, or because of her continuing submission. Typically, it might go something like this.

"How is your submission going?"

"Bon."

"Have you had sex with everyone?"

"Oui."

"The sex is good? You enjoy it?"

"More avec Maître and Manuel than la filles, but I like sex."

"Have you had sex with more than one at a time?"

"Oui, many times."

"Maahnoor is undergoing hypnosis to reduce her desire for sex with more than one man. Is there anything you'd want to try hypnosis for? Perhaps reduce your craving for sex with multiple partners?"

"I enjoy sex with deux men. It is my favorite."

"It doesn't have to be that subject. It could be to perhaps align your desires more in keeping with your faith."

"I cannot comply with rules of the Qur'an anymore. I know this. If I break five rules, why not ten or twenty. I no longer concern myself with my faith. It is no longer a part in my life. I am without faith now, except the faith of sex."

"Do you miss it?"

"Not as much as I missed a Maître. Maître is bon homme. Maîtresse is bon fille. I am trés happy, content."

Another poor woman corrupted from the life she might have led.

******

In Barcelona, we took the pregnant women to a baby store and purchased everything they would need for the babies when they were born. Master also purchased whatever Manuel and Sherry needed to ensure safe deliveries. A cabin was dedicated as a nursery and had cribs and basinets set up in it. I spoke to Henderson, James, Maahnoor and Ateefah after the room was set up.

"One of the problems most couples face after a baby is born is lack of sleep," I said. "They require frequent feeding and changing, plus you still have your own jobs and duties to perform. Since your babies will be born at roughly the same time, I want to suggest something for you to consider. That you tag team the babies care. One night, James and Ateefah would sleep in here with both children and be responsible for both babies, from feeding to changing diapers. The following night, Henderson and Maahnoor would sleep in here and take care of both, providing the other couple a good night's sleep. During the day, Ateefah, since she has no other duties at this time, would primarily be responsible for both, although Maahnoor would be given time to feed her baby.

"Some of the other women are agreeable to helping out, when they're not otherwise engaged in their duties. Hannah, Angelique, Hibbah, Sherry, Fatima and Kelly have all agreed to spend time with the children. I'd like to do so as well. I had no brothers or sisters so had no babies around me as I grew up. Since Miranda is going to be having a baby I'll consider as partly mine through our Master, and I anticipate having children myself in the future, I need to learn what I can about caring for babies. This will give you some time alone with your spouses where you don't need to be concerned with child care, allowing you to get more sleep. What do you think of that idea?"

"Would we need to get up in the night to feed the baby?" Maahnoor asked.

"No, since both of you will be breast feeding, during the night, you could be wet nurse to Ateefah's child and she could be wet nurse to yours. During the day, you'd be responsible for your own child's feeding. We'll also stock baby formula in case of any milk issues, or in case anyone else wants to learn how to feed babies. We got cloth diapers since we have a laundry and no way to properly dispose of disposable diapers at sea. What you decide to do with your children is up to you, but I offer this as a suggestion to help you manage your time more easily."

They agreed to think it over and let me know what they decided to do.

******

Every few days, Master and I would have teleconferences with Miranda, or Francesca and Belle. Francesca and Belle were allowed three orgasms a day with each other. Francesca could allow Belle others as her Mistress, but Francesca couldn't supply them. Master also hired a personal physical trainer to come into their home a couple nights a week to ensure they kept up their physical conditioning and give them a helping of cock occasionally. Due to the time differences, it was usually first thing in the morning for them, and around lunch for us. Master would also sometimes play with all of them using their remote controlled toys. He especially liked to do Miranda if she was on the House floor for debates or hearings and it was being televised. He took delight in her muted squirming as he played with the controls. He never denied her orgasms during those as making her suppress her climaxes for any extended period of time might cause her to give herself away.

Francesca had finally told her father, Frank, she was a submissive, during a visit home. He put Francesca in a breeding rack and had her mounted by Pony Boy with Master's permission. Both Ranger and Luke got to fuck her as well. Mistress Layton and Frank were still getting along fairly well, seeing each other at least twice a month, going out on dates occasionally. Francesca spent the night at Mistress Layton's coinciding with a visit by the Klines, getting fucked by Professor Kline as she licked Mrs. Kline to orgasm.

She also got fucked by Diego, who had been able to bring his fiancée, Maria, into the country with Miranda's help. They had gotten married on Mistress Layton's horse ranch. Maria was a submissive herself who enjoyed serving her husband/Master. She did not mind when he occasionally fucked the other women on the ranch. Instead of staying in the bunkhouse with the other wranglers, he'd gotten his own small cottage on the property. Maria hadn't been shared with any other men yet, but she was kept naked on the ranch as all the other slaves were and had sex with Mistress Layton and Gloria as Diego directed.

We'd finished our Mediterranean leg all the way through to Athens and were heading for Santorini for Manuel and Sherry's wedding when during one of Master's teleconferences with Miranda, she informed us they might have gotten a lead on Fatima's parents.

"The Cartagena Police were doing interviews with neighbors and business associates of Fatima's parents. They reported that one of his former co-workers had contact with Fatima's father every two or three months. Apparently, after they sold their home, they moved to Algiers to be close to where she was kidnapped and they keep searching for leads as to where she was taken. They follow the leads, most of which lead to the Atlas Mountains."

"Can he get hold of them?" Master asked.

"Apparently not. They live very simply to conserve their money, so they don't have cell phones. He calls his friend to give him updates on where they've looked so far and any progress, and so someone will know where they were if they disappear off the face of the earth. They are living in a very small house on the outskirts of Algiers and go searching from there if they get a new lead. The last he heard, they were planning on going to some small town named Djelfa south of Algiers and see where that took them. They travel in an old beat up car."

"Get as much information as you can about where they're staying in Algiers and where they might stay in Djelfa. I'm going to send half of Smitty's crew to search for them."

"Yes, Master."

Miranda and Master concluded their business and he sent me to get Fatima. "I'd like to surprise her," Master said. "Don't tell her until she's here."

"Of course, sir."

I went up to the bridge and quietly asked the Captain for permission to bring Fatima to Master's cabin.

"Is there a problem?"

"No, sir. We believe we have good news." I smiled at him.

"Bridge, I have the con," the Captain said. "Fatima, you're relieved. Please go with Beth to Joshua's cabin."

"Aye, aye, sir. I am relieved."

As we left for Joshua's cabin, Fatima asked, "Is there a problem?"

"Master just wishes to speak with you. There isn't a problem." I refused to tell her more.

I knocked on Master's door.

"Enter."

"Sir, Fatima has reported as requested."

He left his seat and went to the seating area where he invited Fatima to have a seat.

"Beth and I just got off a call with Miranda. She said your parents seem to be alive and have been looking for you in Algeria."

Fatima gasped, then started crying. "Can I see them? Are we going to Algeria?"

"We have no way of contacting them personally. I'm going to send some of Smitty's men to look for them. As for seeing them, my question to you is do you want to wait until I can bring them to the ship, which may take some time since we don't know exactly where they are yet, or make way for Algeria after Manuel and Sherry's wedding in order to see them more quickly?"

"Will it mess up your business, sir?"

"I've eliminated the two stops I'd planned in North Africa for Rabat and Alexandria/Cairo, so we have some time available before I'd need to adjust our schedule. I'd thought of diving in the Red Sea or something similar to kill some time, but I could see this as far more beneficial in the long run."

"Then I'd like to go to Algeria, Joshua. I thought my parents dead. They probably believe me dead or forever missing as well. I'd love more than anything to walk in on them and show them I'm alive."

Master smiled at her. "Then we'll conduct the wedding in Santorini as planned, and make way for Algiers. I don't see a rush at the moment, since we don't know exactly where they are, but I'm hopeful Smitty's group might have a line on them in a week or so. We're waiting for more information, but Edgar's already arranged for them to break off and head there. I won't dock in Algiers, but we can anchor there and take the helicopter inland if we find them."

"Joshua, I can't thank you enough." Fatima hugged him. "It's been two and a half years since I've seen them and I believed them to be dead."

"You're welcome. I'm happy if we're able to help. You'd be the third one we'd have found family for."

"I can't wait to tell Pierre, Edgar and the others. This is like a dream come true."

Fatima hugged me too before she went rushing off.

******

At our next group, Ateefah asked, "Is it true. They found Fatima's family?"

"We don't know exactly where they are yet, but we know they've been looking for Fatima in Algeria, where she was taken, and Master has enough information to search for them. It's likely we will find them fairly shortly, perhaps a week or two. We know they're alive. Fatima thought they were dead. We're still looking for the rest of your families as well. We're not giving up, just because we haven't had luck finding them yet. Which brings up another topic for today's group. If we find your families, do you want to contact them and to see them. Ateefah, why don't you begin."

She thought a few moments. "I don't think I'd like to see them, unless it were here, on the ship. I would like them to know I'm alive and married and having a child. In my village, women were often killed if they married a non-Muslim. I would not want to risk James, my child or myself by going there. If they would consent to see me here, I'd feel safe in seeing them and telling them what happened to me, but not in my village."

"Hibbah?"

"I don't believe I'd be in danger in my village. I think my mother would welcome me with open arms. I don't have a child to be concerned with. There have been civil wars and other conflicts in my country for many years. We know women are frequently subject to rape as a result. It's not uncommon and it's not looked upon as harshly as in other places. I don't believe I want to go back to Sudan to live. Now that I have a US Passport and resident status, I'd like to live and work in the United States, and continue my education to become a medical practitioner, either nurse or doctor. I've enjoyed learning about medicine."

"Farah, what do you think?"

"I would speak to and meet my family if they can be found alive. I'm reasonably certain they were killed. At least they were bleeding and unconscious when I was taken. They would be disappointed I was no longer pure, but at least I don't have a child. Like Hibbah, I welcome the opportunity to remain in the United States and pursue a career in aviation in some capacity. I wouldn't like being returned home."

"Yasmine, what about you?"

"I would tell my family I was alive, but I think they'd be disgraced I chose to submit to a man and am having sex with both men and women. I cannot marry Master, so they would be shamed by my choice. I suspect, they'd try to kill me as a result if given the opportunity. If they were told I was alive and suffered much sexual abuse and feel ashamed to see them, it would be sufficient. I'd like them to know I'm not dead. It might ease some of their pain, but I can't go back. That part of my life is over."

"I understand. Let's get on with other topics." We continued group for another hour.