(fetish, slavery, modification, consensual) Learning her place
By ChangeYourPassword
Author's Note: This is a work of fiction. It is a story of sexual fantasies and fetishes. These sexual practices are not for everyone, but those of us who delve into them understand the allure. The characters in the story certainly do. If you enjoy this story and the fetishes involved, great. If not, please forget the whole thing.
Read the previous parts of Slave Trade, first.
The yacht pulled away from the marina, mid-morning. Michelle sat with Helmut and Anna in the aft lounge, where they could watch the island disappear behind them.
Michelle was fascinated and a little apprehensive, as well. Although she'd been on a cruise ship, and on speed boats, she'd never been out to sea on a boat like Helmut's. She was also nervous because she remembered suffering terribly from sea-sickness on the cruise, when the ship had hit a couple of days of rough weather. She had no idea how ugly things might get on a boat this size, out on the open ocean in a storm.
"Isn't it gorgeous?" Helmut asked her.
She didn't know if he was talking about his yacht, or about the view. So, she answered with the standard, "yes, Master."
"Are you alright Michelle? Have you ever been on a boat like this?" Anna asked.
"No, Miss. I've only been on the ocean once before, on a huge cruise ship."
Anna smiled. "Well, I'm certain you'll find this to be a much nicer experience."
"Yes, you're already familiar with the boat, and the crew as well. Now you'll get to enjoy the ocean. We'll be taking our time, cruising home. About two weeks. And we'll be stopping a couple of times for fuel and provisions." Helmut said, happily.
"And to stretch our legs, and have a little fun on shore." Anna added with a laugh.
They stayed in the open lounge at the back of the immense boat, protected from the sun by a canvas cover, until they were out of sight of the land, and the yacht was pushing through the waves at a steady clip. It was also pitching and rolling, gently but noticeably.
That evening, after dinner Helmut took her hand and led her to her cabin.
To the gentle rocking of the seas, she serviced her master. And it was easier, more convenient, now that she had her own space, and all he had to do was take her there, to take her. No more concern over Anna, watching or giving them their privacy.
And it was quick, too. She stripped him, sucked on him for a few minutes until he was very hard, and very ready, and then he just nudged her onto the bed, climbed on and pushed into her. Her own spit was only just enough lubrication to allow him in without hurting her.
She made a mental note to keep a tube of lubricant handy, and perhaps to keep herself lubed at all times. That seemed kind of slutty, but it might just be necessary.
Helmut, left not long after he'd emptied himself inside her. He seemed happy, which was the main thing. She was fulfilling her role, and her agreement. Only a little less than three years to go.
They'd only been at sea for a day and a half when the captain called out, with some urgency to Helmut, and he jumped up and ran up to the bridge.
Michelle couldn't tell as they were speaking Portuguese, but she sensed that there was trouble.
A few minutes later Skeeter came up from his engine room, carrying a couple of long rifles with big magazines and telescopic scopes, and climbed up to the sun deck, above.
Anna followed him up, leaving Michelle behind, worrying.
A moment later he came back down, again dove into his engine spaces, and returned with two more guns. No one had said a word to her, they were all too busy with their weapons.
Afraid and curious, she slowly climbed up the ladder to the sun deck where she found, Helmut, Anna, the Captain and Skeeter, all standing, holding rifles and looking out to starboard. The Captain and Helmut held big binoculars up to their eyes, staring at something far out to sea.
Anna spotted her out of the corner of her eye, just as she reached the top of the steps. "Get down. Join Vega in the galley and wait."
"But why?"
Helmut answered her, without taking his eyes off whatever he was watching. "Pirates. The cartels hijack yachts to use for drug smuggling. Now get below!"
Petrified, Michelle backed away and ran down the stairs all the way to the kitchen, where she found Vega and Valeria sitting nervously at the table. Somehow, they knew what was happening.
Although Vega explained what she understood was happening, and tried to calm her, it was clear that she and her daughter were themselves also afraid.
Michelle's imagination was running wild. She couldn't help but picture a bunch of vile pirates, like the ones Jack Sparrow always delt with, capturing the naked slave girl, with rape and torture on their minds. It was not something she'd ever fantasized about. It was the stuff of nightmares.
They felt the boat speed up, until it seemed to be going full out, and then they heard the bam, bam, bam of shots being fired from above, and Michelle practically fell out of her chair.
Vega again worked at calming her, and Valeria too. "Helmut is an excellent shot. He hunts often in the fields and forests of the estate. Anna is also a good with a gun."
"And I understand that Skeeter was a soldier." Valeria added.
As they sat, hoping and praying, there were several more sets of shots fired in rapid succession. Each time the three of them jumped, Michelle more than the other two.
But then things got quiet, and the longer they stayed that way, the more they all began to relax.
Finally, Anna came down to join them. "It's alright now. They decided that we were too well armed, and turned back."
"
Gracas a Dios
." Vega mumbled, and Valeria exhaled a deep breath.
"So, we're safe?" Michelle asked.
"Yes. Those ass holes didn't want a big fight. And our rifles have a lot more range than their crappy AK47s.
"Michelle you can come back up, now. And Vega, please make a snack for us, up on the deck. I'm sure the men are all hungry."
She paused to chuckle, "their adrenalin and testosterone are all at peak levels."
Michelle followed Anna back up to the aft lounge, where the only indication that anything had happened was from Helmut who was still pacing and peering through his binoculars off to starboard. But there didn't seem to be anything there to see.
A few minutes later Valeria came up with a tray of food, and Anna ducked below to the bar and returned with drinks for the three of them.
Helmut joined them and downed his drink in one gulp, before eating several small sandwiches. As he ate and sipped another one, he glanced over at her.