My Voyage of Submission

In this chapter, the crew meets Lynn's two children, Richard and Alexandra, and Richard's wife, Marnie. Behavior is observed which is troubling to Beth in that Marnie seems determined to cuckold her husband. Action is taken. This chapter contains, oral, anal, lesbian, group and public sex, including a train. No STD's or COVID-19 exists in this fantasy. My thanks once again to JohnnyGalt for his editorial expertise in making this a better product.

Ch 20 - Lynn's Children

At 0310, I was awakened by the change in engine sounds as the ship slowed to enter Oslo Fjord. I decided to get up and watch awhile as Fatima brought us in. I put on some clothes remaining as quiet as I could so as not to disturb anyone, though Belle woke up when I slid past her on the bed. I kissed her lightly and told her to go back to sleep. I made my way up to the bridge. Oz had the helm and Fatima was calling out commands while Björn watched the progress of the ship on the plotting table. Yasmine was standing beside him listening to the commands issued and listening to the translation in her ears. Björn had his arm around her and he'd occasionally bend down and give her a kiss.

Yasmine appeared to be content. She was smiling and snuggled up against him. At one point, he sent her to the galley for coffee. She returned, gave the other crew cups and poured their coffee, then snuggled under his arm again. Fatima was confident in her orders, not hesitant at all. She'd lost all of the slave mannerisms she'd had when she first came aboard, her guidance under Björn and as Mistress to Pierre having added a world of assurance in herself. I watched for an hour.

Before going back to bed, I told Fatima I was so proud of her and how much she'd accomplished so far. She shot me a smile so bright and beautiful, it made my heart sing.

I stripped and crawled back into bed, as content as I'd ever been.

******

We all got up at seven. Master fucked all of our asses, finishing in Francesca before we showered and went to breakfast in the crew's mess. We sat at a table with Hannah and Angelique. Björn and Fatima were still on the bridge. At some point, Yasmine came down for more coffee and some food to bring up to the crew on the bridge. While she was there, I asked Hannah to ask Yasmine how she was doing, if she was happy.

Hannah asked in French and Yasmine answered in the same language.

"She said she feels good, very happy."

"Ask her if she's been punished yet?"

Hannah asked and reported that Björn had punished her; he made her stand in the corner naked where everyone could watch her.

"Has she had sex yet?"

Yasmine reported when she was fed and both Björn and Lynn had licked her to orgasms. They were very nice orgasms.

"It sounds as if Björn is taking it easy on her," Miranda said.

"Could you please ask her if we could check the wounds Jean-Paul left on her back?"

Everyone was wearing clothes due to the chill of the weather, so I hadn't seen her injuries since before we left London.

Hannah asked her and Yasmine turned and showed us her back. She still had evidence of the severe caning she'd received, including scabs still on some of the worst of the wounds.

"I approve of his handling. Yasmine still needs to be handled gently. Any physical punishment at this point would be torture," I said. "Merci, Yasmine." I motioned for her to lower her shirt. "Ask her if she needs help carrying the food up to the bridge?"

Hannah made the request and Yasmine nodded with a quick "Merci."

I helped her load several plates onto two trays and carry them up to the bridge. The watch had changed except for Fatima and Björn. Thomas now had the helm and the lookout watches were all different. They'd change again at 0800. I helped her pass out the food and quietly thanked Björn for going easy on Yasmine at this time.

"Have to. She's not ready for more."

"She said the only sex she's had has been oral sex you and Lynn have given her, sir. I understand the impulse, but she does want to serve. It's part of her submission. She needs to serve you as well. What you can do to make it easier for her is let her mount you. Let her proceed at her own pace, but she'll want to be of service to you. Let her. You can still be kind and expect sex. One of the reasons she wanted submission is for sex. She said it was the only way to limit the sex she wanted was letting a Master be in charge of it, but it's still something she wants."

"I'll take it under advisement."

"Thank you, sir."

I returned to the mess. Since Henry and James weren't on duty at the moment, I asked if I could speak to them right after breakfast before muster.

"Is anything wrong?" Henry asked.

"Not really, but there's something I'd like you both to consider."

"Can we talk about it now?"

"I'd prefer to have a little privacy. It concerns the babies."

"Beth, you can't leave us hanging like this," James said. "What about the babies?"

"Fine. Come out into the hall." We stepped out of the mess. "I hadn't really thought of this before now, but your children are going to be half siblings. They'll have the same father. It might not make any difference in the long run, but it may mean something if there's any medical problems down the line. They may have genetic similarities. You might want to stay in close contact, at least through the first several years of the children's lives. If something does crop up, it might affect both of them."

"Okay. I can see where that might be helpful. I tend to think James and I will remain pretty close. We have a lot in common now, right buddy?"

"Yeah. I can't see us losing touch. I think it would be good for Ateefah and Maahnoor as well. They understand each other in a way we don't."

"That shows a lot of insight, James. You're definitely growing up a lot on this cruise, both of you."

We returned to the mess to finish breakfast. At morning muster, I got Oz for Sailor of the Day. Not surprising since I saw him working on the bridge last night. I offered him the same deal Mac got. Take my survey and fuck me for SOD, then I'd suck him to another for the survey. He took it. I also added Frankfurter and Jerome to my survey list. I missed Fatima bringing us in to the pier because I was still sucking Jerry's cock extracting his creamy goodness.

When we departed my room I checked the status boards in Master's cabin. He had meetings this afternoon and the day after tomorrow, moved there so we could go shopping tomorrow. Lynn's children were coming in this afternoon, Tuesday the thirteenth, Delphine on Friday. The wedding was scheduled for Saturday. Master, Björn, and Edgar were going to the National Theater on Thursday night with their dates.

"Edgar and Fatima won't be having as much privacy as they might like if four other people are going on their date," I pointed out.

"They won't be sitting with us. I got them loge seating. They won't quite have the privacy to fuck, but they should have enough for almost anything else."

"Who's going to pick up Lynn's children from the airport?"

"Lynn, Björn, Yasmine, Manuel and four security guys. From the airport, they're going to meet some of Björn's family to discuss aspects of the wedding. What have you got going on this afternoon?"

"Since you're going to be busy, I thought my three sister slaves and I could enjoy some playtime since we have your permission to cum. I was thinking some double penetrations for all was in order."

Master laughed. "Try to save some energy for me later."

"I won't promise anything, but you know us. We're all pretty much sluts now."

He laughed and we went to lunch, meeting up with my sister slaves in the mess. When I told them what I thought we could do this afternoon, they were as enthusiastic as I was. It wasn't often we could have unrestricted sex.

While Master dressed for his meeting, we went into his playroom to pick out what we wanted to use this afternoon. Miranda grabbed two strapless vibrators, but I pointed out that one charge wasn't going to be enough for four of us to get well fucked, so she grabbed two more. We also grabbed a couple double headed dildos for some tribbing and a few other toys.

After Master left, we took over the bed where we spent the next four and half hours having some serious fun. We started with Miranda. Francesca and I did the double penetration while we all laid on our sides, me in her cunt so I could face her and kiss. Belle could only move around the loose tangle on the bed and lovingly stroke various and sundry parts of all of us, greatly enhancing the pleasure we got. After Miranda got her turn, it was Francesca's. While I took her ass, Belle her cunt and Miranda did the stroking and touching, although she was fairly exhausted by the time we'd finished with her. Belle was the next to go, with Miranda fucking her ass and Francesca her cunt while I did the touching. Since neither Miranda's or Francesca's asses were busy at the moment, I used small hand held vibrators on their spasming assholes. Oh, boy, did they have a good time. It was finally my turn and Miranda fucked my cunt and Belle my ass while Francesca did the fourth man honors.

By the time it was time for tribbing, we'd all had more than a dozen orgasms. Miranda and I started tribbing first, the double headed dildos in each of us as we rubbed our cunts together. Francesca tribbed with her slave. We switched again after twenty minutes and Francesca and I were going while Belle and Miranda fucked each other. I finished with Belle which is what I was doing when Master returned from his meetings. By this time, each of us had cum many, many times. If you've ever smelled a whorehouse, you might have an idea of what Master walked in on.

The bed was wrecked, sheets with cum stains all over them and torn out in tasteful tangles as we'd thrashed around. Since I usually kept a close eye on Master's cock, I saw him get an erection as he watched. Despite his hardness, he shook his head and went to enter notes from his meetings as we continued fucking.

I finished with Belle and said, "Before we change the sheets, Master, would you like to add your own cum stains to the nice mural we've got going?"

Master laughed and stood up. Seeing he was going to join us, I jumped up to help him undress. When he was naked, I led him to the bed.

"Why don't you start with your pregnant wife, sir, and if you've got any more left afterward, you can fuck someone else."

He fucked Miranda doggy style and the entire time he did, I nibbled on his nuggets until he grunted and flooded Miranda's cunt with his seed. I took care of his cock while Belle lapped at the cum dripping from Miranda's well fucked pussy. I kept sucking him until he had another hard on. He used it to fuck Francesca and Belle, alternating between them, fucking until they orgasmed, then switching. He lasted a good long time before Francesca got another load of cum. This time, Belle took care of our Master while I addressed Francesca's saturated cunt. We changed the sheets when we finished.

It was time for dinner and and it was served in the dining room, Master feeding Miranda. She squirmed in his lap as he fondled hell out of her. He gave her permission to cum every time. Did he not want to punish her anymore now that she was pregnant. Of course, punishment didn't have to consist of corporal punishment. Perhaps he really would miss her once she was gone and being kind as a consequence.

Hannah confirmed for us the police would have a gate at the end of our pier restricting access to it and that our bodyguards could go armed, but Norway asked that the police be notified anytime someone left the ship with weapons. She handed Edgar ID tags she said the bodyguards should wear when they left so the police wouldn't arrest them if they noticed a concealed weapon.

"It's better than nothing," Edgar said.

"Has anyone heard from Lynn?" I asked. "Did her family make it okay?"

"The plane arrived on time," Hannah said. "I haven't heard anything since they told us they were waiting for them to clear customs."

"They were meeting with Björn's sister," Master said. "Family business might be more important now."

After dinner, Master still had work to do. He needed to finish entering notes from today and plan for his meetings Thursday as he'd be busy tomorrow. He said to give him until ten, then we could rejoin him in bed. The women took the opportunity to have the lower spa declared a man free zone so we could mingle openly with the freed slaves. The chill outside air made the spa even lovelier to soak in. I took the time to tell Ateefah and Maahnoor the same thing I told their husbands.

"One of the things you both need to consider that we haven't talked about so far, is your children are going to be half-siblings, having the same father. It might be important to remain in contact as the children grow up. Not only might they like to know they have a brother or sister out there, but if a medical issue runs in the family, if it's discovered in one, it might affect the other as well."

"What should we tell them about their father?" Ateefah asked. "Do we tell them what happened to us?"

"I'd tell them that he did nothing more than put them in your bellies, and the men who married you are the important fathers in their lives because they chose you and chose to be their father. As to whether you tell them about your slavery, I'd say Maahnoor will have to tell them at some point, simply because of the brand. Some day, your child might see it and want to know why you have one. The tattoo Ateefah has may need to be explained as well, but you could have a tattoo removed. It depends upon whether you allow your pubic hair to grow to cover it. I don't think you would ever say what your slavery consisted of. Merely say that you were forced to do things that were so bad, it's difficult for you to speak of it."

They nodded thoughtfully. "Thank you."

Around nine, Lynn and the others came back. Lynn was hysterical and nothing either Björn or Manuel tried to tell her was calming her down in the slightest. Since they had to pass the spa, we became aware of the commotion.

"What's going on?" Miranda asked.

"We took them to their hotel and were talking to Herdis about the wedding as we ate supper there after introductions were made, and about a half hour into the supper and the discussions, Björn kissed Yasmine," Lynn said. "It was fairly innocent as those things go. She didn't speak enough English to really understand what was going on and he was just calming her. We really hadn't explained much of anything about Yasmine and Manuel yet, about their status and relationship to us. I think Alexandra assumed they were just some of the wedding party. Anyway, Alexa saw the kiss and asked why I was marrying a man who would openly kiss another woman in front of me? Hadn't I had enough infidelity with their father? I told her Yasmine was his slave. 'What do you mean, his slave?' she asked. I said, 'His submissive. I have some too. That's who Manuel is to me, plus I have a woman as well.' Without another word, she rushed out of the restaurant. She's not answering her phone, calls or texts. She's not answering her door if she's gone back to her room. I don't know if she's wandering around the streets, or even if she's going to attend the wedding?

"We explained more about the situation to Richard and Marnie and while they still have questions, at least they're speaking to me. I can't talk to Alexa at all because we can't reach her and don't know where she is?"

"Does she know anyone or have anywhere else to go in Oslo" I asked.

"Not that I know of," Lynn said. "Richard said he'd call me if he heard from her, but she's not responding to him either."

"If she has no where else to go, she'll have to show up at her room eventually," I said. I got out of the spa and put on one of the warm robes Master kept by the spa. "Björn, I need to borrow Yasmine, and Fatima, I'll need Fatima's assistance to translate for Yasmine. Björn, tell Yasmine to obey Fatima until she gets back to the ship. Also, ask Edgar to meet me in Master's cabin."

Fatima got out of the water to join me and with Yasmine and Lynn, we went to Master's cabin. He looked up from his work and I told him I needed to leave the ship and go to The Thief to talk to Alexandra and why. I started dressing as I sent Fatima to put on clothes, telling her to return when she was dressed. Edgar arrived. He hadn't been one of the security people sent with Lynn and Björn to the airport, so he needed to be filled in as well."

Lynn was explaining more of what happened and that she had no clue where Alexa was. Master was rightfully concerned as well. Oslo was a nice, safe city as cities went, but it wasn't without its dangers either.

"Are you sure she's at The Thief?" Master asked. "Perhaps we need to send out search partiies."

"If she isn't now, she will be soon. She's been up for hours, just had a long flight and is probably suffering from jet lag. She's in a city she doesn't know after dark. I suspect she's in her room and refusing contact, but we'll figure it out. If I can't get a response from her, we'll notify the police, but for now, just get me there." I looked at the map of Oslo on one of Master's screens. "Where is The Thief?"

Master pointed it out. It was on a little island in the harbor connected by one road bridge and a foot bridge to the city proper.

"Edgar, in addition to however many people you need to send with me, could we station a man on both those bridges to keep an eye out for a young woman by herself. Perhaps Lynn could send them a picture of Alexandra."

"Aye, we'll take six then, four with you and two for the bridges. Send me a text with her photo on it, Lynn, and I'll ensure the lads get it."

"Since it might take a while, send six fresh men, not the ones who went to the airport. Lynn, I'll need Alexa's phone number. I'm only going to go with Yasmine and Fatima. I'm fairly confident she'll speak to a couple women. Lynn, this is one of the reasons you might have wanted to tell your family what was going on ahead of time. Slave was probably not the best word to use when telling Alexa about your situation. I know it's what we use around each other, but it doesn't have good connotations in a public who's not familiar with the other aspects of the word. Submissive was better, but you'd already said 'slave', so she quit listening to what you were trying to say. You can continue trying to contact her. Send a text saying someone is coming to explain what's going on, then if she wants to go home, we'll send her back."

Edgar made arrangements with Palmer, Buck, Ethan, Jake, Shed, and himself to go. He told Ethan to bring a tender round the back in ten minutes. Fatima came back dressed for Oslo in October. Yasmine was already dressed. Lynn reiterated Björn's orders to Yasmine to obey Fatima's instructions until she returned to the ship, Fatima translating to Arabic. Master told me to be careful and I said I would. Edgar went to gear up and in ten minutes, everyone met at the back of the ship. He gave everyone the security badges they had to carry if they were armed. We loaded up on the tender and made our way over to the island where The Thief hotel was located. Ethan and Jake tied the boat off and went to the bridges while the rest of us made our way to Alexandra's room.

I knocked on Alexa's door. No answer. I knocked again, saying, "Alexandra, if you're there, open up. I need to talk to you. It's important you know what's going on."

"Go away. I don't want to talk to anyone."

Ah, progress. She was there.

"You need to talk whether you want to or not."

"Fuck you. I don't have to do shit."

Mouthy bitch. I saw the peephole in the door. "Look out of the peephole," I said. I waited a few seconds then started taking off my clothes, until I was bare ass naked.