My Voyage of Submission Ch. 07

"I love how intelligent you are." He kissed me. "You understand so many things. Have fun gentlemen." Master left.

"Forty-five minutes apiece in your rooms, boys; or ninety minutes together in the stern room?" I asked.

They looked at each other and both nodded at the same time. "Ninety minutes."

I took their hands and we headed for the stern room. While there, I was spit roasted twice, and after they got used to fucking me together, they plunged into my nether region together, James filling my cunt and Henry my bottom. It was very crowded down there and I loved it. I really worked up an appetite for lunch.

******

Master was working on business proposals for our Montevideo, Uruguay, businessmen when I returned to my room. We'd be arriving at 1600, but the meeting wouldn't be until tomorrow morning, then the quick trip to Buenos Aires, where we'd spend a few days, two of which were business meetings both morning and afternoon, plus a trip to a BDSM club.

"Sir, I've finished with Henry and James. When do you want me to take care of Captain Amundsen?"

"After supper. Lynn has asked to keep you for a couple hours so you and she can show the Captain a real good time."

"Yes, sir. Is there anything I can do for you right now?"

He smiled at me. "Come sit in my lap?"

I smiled back. "Clothed or unclothed, Master?"

"Clothed for the moment."

"You know, I will get your clothes messy. I've got cum leaking from my cunt and ass. The disadvantage of not having other slaves around when I fuck. No one to clean up after the men."

"That's why we have a laundry," he said as I settled over his lap. He kissed me. "I don't imagine you've ever paid for sex, have you?" His hands went to my breasts and sex, playing with me.

I laughed. "You imagine right. I've never had a man who I asked, refuse to have sex with. There weren't many before my slavery. My sexual experience more than quadrupled in the first two weeks of submission."

"Did you enjoy sex before submission?"

"Never as much as I have as a submissive." I moaned as he added a second finger to the first, wriggling inside of me. "Submission really awakened my sexuality. It's like I was sleepwalking before; and now I'm awake."

I want to send you, Francesca and Belle to a brothel with Oliva in Buenos Aires. It's legal there. It's called Golden. They have male exotic dancers there, for the ladies only. I want to send four men as bodyguards; Edgar, Ethan, Art and Jake. I'll have to clear it with the club first. If you find someone you like, pay for their services. I'll give you five hundred thousand Argentine Pesos. Try to stay together, but if you can't, you'll always keep one of the men with each of you."

"Why would I pay for sex when I can have as much as I need with you, sir?"

"Because I want you to. Perhaps he can teach you something you don't know. It's a bucket list item I'd like you to experience."

"What will you be doing, Master, and is Professor Kline aware of your plans?"

"He is. In fact, it was his suggestion. He knew of the club from other visits to Buenos Aires to visit Oliva's family. He wants Oliva to really experience what it's like to have sex with another man, but wants it to be cold and impersonal, and not someone he might have to see or deal with at another time. Plus, he won't have to witness it. We'll be at another brothel, Madajos, with Hannah and Angelique. Hannah and Angelique don't want to buy a man's time, but thought it might be fun to purchase a woman's services."

"How much is a half million Argentine Pesos and is there anything else I should know?"

"Around $6000 American dollars and the club doesn't open until 2300 and doesn't close until 0500, so you'll need to rest ahead of time as you'll be up all night. Pay attention to Edgar's instructions for your safety. Don't drink anything that isn't opened at the table. It's a reputable place, but I'm concerned with the number of women being taken around the world. We'll be looking for any signs of involuntary slavery at our brothel. I suppose men could be taken as well, but I suspect brothels don't have any trouble finding men willing to fuck for money. Men are an easy bunch."

"So are sex slaves, Master," I moaned. "Do I have your permission to cum?"

"No. I feel I should punish you before sending you off to a brothel to fuck other men."

"Yes, Master."

My traitorous body nevertheless started riding Master's fingers more fiercely, eager to reach completion despite the punishment it would suffer. The punishment was never as harsh as my need to orgasm. I was getting close. I kissed my Master and his tongue invaded my mouth the way his fingers invaded my cunt, taking no prisoners. I groaned and climaxed, surrendering to him, shaking jerkily on his hand as I convulsed over his digits.

He kept up his manipulation and mastery of me until I climaxed again, finally withdrawing his fingers and letting me lick the cum off his hand; James, Henry's and my own.

"You may run along and shower now," Master said, his fingers clean of all but saliva. "You have the afternoon to do as you please. Has your survey been converted to Spanish?"

"Yes, sir. I'll probably exercise this afternoon."

"Don't wear yourself out. I'm sure Björn would appreciate any energy you can save for him. Perhaps I'll bring your survey with me to Madajos and give a couple hundred pesos to any woman who takes it."

"Thank you, sir"

I used the bidet and shower. I went to lunch in the mess and after sitting down with my meal, saw Fatima and the ducklings. She rushed over and gave me a hug.

"It worked, Beth! I got to take the helm!"

"What worked?"

"The next time Captain Amundsen asked me to get coffee, I said, 'I'm sorry, sir. I'm not your personal coffee girl. I'm in training to learn how to operate this ship, not the coffee machine. Thomas asked you if you wanted a cup not five minutes ago and you told him you didn't want any. If you didn't want coffee then, you don't need coffee now, so I refuse'. He grinned at me and said, 'I guess I may be able to teach you some things. Took you long enough to figure it out. I was beginning to give up hope you'd refuse. You ready to take the helm? Thomas, step aside a moment. Let her get a feel for how she handles. Give me left full rudder to 165 degrees, then straighten her out. You'll probably overshoot the mark, but after you get her lined up that heading, I want you to come back right to 265'. I said, 'Aye, aye, Captain, coming left to 165 degrees'. I took the wheel and came left. He was right. I overshot 165 by 5 degrees, but when I went right again, I was almost dead on. I had the helm for an hour, Thomas and the Captain telling me different things about handling the ship. I'm so excited."

"How did the freed slaves react when you said 'No' to the captain?"

"Well, they don't understand much English yet, and the conversation was civil. I didn't tell him to go to hell."

"Yeah. I didn't really expect you to tell him to go to hell. But I think you should tell them exactly what happened. I think it's important for them to hear it, especially from you. It really is all right to refuse unreasonable orders with reasonable people. Captain Amundsen was waiting for you to refuse an unreasonable order."

"You're right. Give me a second, then I want to ask you something."

"Of course."

She started talking to the others in Arabic, which Sahar and Maahnoor translated to Portuguese for the others. It took about ten minutes for the entire gist of the story to be told. The four ducklings conversed in Portuguese for awhile while Fatima turned back to me.

"Would it be okay if I have the slave jewelry removed from me?"

"I think your body belongs to you and you should do whatever you want with it, as long as it's not injurious. Does this mean you don't feel like a slave anymore?"

"I don't know. I think my brand will always make me feel like I'm somewhat a slave, but I'll definitely feel less like one without the jewelry. Would you go with me to sick bay?"

"Of course. I'd be happy to go with you. As soon as I'm done eating."

"We need to eat too. How long do you think it will take to remove it?"

"Depends on the tools needed and if they have them handy. Manuel will know."

"I only have an hour before I need to get back to the bridge. The Captain wants me to see us come into port in Montevideo."

"This is important, and I don't think it will take that long, but I think he'll understand if you're a couple minutes late. We'll call the bridge and let him know if you're going to be late."

She squeezed my hand. "Thank you for all you've done."

"Don't mention it, Fatima. I feel I've done very little thus far."

They rushed through their food so they were ready when I finished and we all marched to sick bay together, knocking on the door.

"Enter," Sherry said.

We all crowded into the room. The four ducklings had no clue why we were there. Fatima hadn't explained herself to them yet.

"Tell Manuel and Sherry what you want, Fatima."

"I want the slave jewelry removed from my body," Fatima said. "I want it all off."

Sherry smiled at her. "Of course, Fatima. Manuel, could you please come here a sec?" Manuel came in from the next room. "What are we going to need to remove all of Fatima's slave jewelry?"

"I'll need to take another look at it," Manuel said. "If you'll disrobe behind the screen, you can put on this robe." He pulled a plastic bag out of a cabinet of supplies.

"I don't need a robe. I've been seen naked by worse people than you."

Fatima started to strip off her clothes. The ducklings started taking theirs off too, looking nervous and apprehensive, wondering if their 'vacation from slavery' was over. Fatima said something to them and they stopped stripping, though they kept their hands on their clothes, just in case. Fatima hopped up on the exam table. Two hoops through her nipples, three thicker hoops in the labia on both sides of her vaginal canal and another small one through the clitoral hood.

"We don't have anything in here which would get these off in less than a couple hours," Manuel said, taking about fifteen seconds to look, then turning away.

"Damn. I wanted them off right away."

"Not in here, but there's just what we need in the machine shop." He turned and pulled a blanket over Fatima to cover her. "Sherry, get the bolt cutters and two pliers from Fred. That should take them off in a jiffy."

Sherry rushed to the machine shop and was back in five minutes with the necessary tools. Manuel pulled the blanket down exposing Fatima's breasts. Snip, the first one was cut. He used the pliers to spread the metal.

"Sherry, make sure the edges aren't jagged before pulling the hoop out of her nipples. Don't want to tear the tissue at all."

"Yes, sir."

Snip, went the next hoop. While Sherry checked the two nipple hoops, Manuel pulled the blanket up to expose Fatima's vagina. Seven more snips and all the hoops were severed. After spreading the hoops far enough to take out, he left the actual removal to Sherry, who carefully checked for the least jagged edges before pulling them out. The four ducklings were all clenching hands as the jewelry was removed. Was it being replaced with something to show Fatima's new Master? Would lightning come down from the heavens to strike her dead?

Manuel handed Fatima some antibiotic cream. "Put some of this on a few times a day when you have the chance. Most of the holes should heal on their own, but there may be some scarring, and it's possible, some holes won't close on their own, but a plastic surgeon may be able to fix it if you want it done."

Before she started dressing, Fatima spread some cream on the holes left behind.

"Can the brand be removed?" Fatima asked, putting the cap back on.

"The plastic surgeon I sent it to said it can't be completely removed. It penetrated the skin and underlying layers too deeply. It can be made to look less visible than it is now, but not totally eliminated."

"It's a start. Do you know how much it costs?"

"I don't know; I didn't ask, but I wouldn't expect you'll need to pay anything."

"Why not?"

"If the surgeon won't do it for free, Joshua will see to it."

"I already owe him so much."

"You don't own him anything. It's a gift and one which he can damn well afford," Manuel said.

Fatima looked at me and I nodded. "If he doesn't, I will. I can spend a million dollars a month of his money before he even becomes concerned. It's not a problem you need worry about." I handed Fatima her clothes. "You can get dressed and go back the bridge. We're done here. There is one more thing you want to think about though."

She started to dress. "What's that?"

"If you're willing to tell the Captain to fuck off and get your slave jewelry removed, you might be ready to start having sex again, if you want it. You can give it some time to consider and double check with Professor Kline, but those were two, very good signs you're on the way to normalcy."

Fatima laughed. "I'll think about it, but I'm not exactly eager to contemplate sex again."

"Nor do you have to be. It's all up to you what you decide to do about it. I could tell Master his crew no longer has to refuse if you ask them for sex, but still tell them not to ask you. It puts the ball in your court."

She thought for a few moments. "That might be okay."

The four ducklings had watched the proceedings with amazement bordering on fear. Sahar said, "Fatima," followed by something in Arabic. Fatima answered back in the same language. There was excited conversation in Portuguese between the ducklings, their common tongue.

The conversation suddenly stopped. Sahar said to Manuel, "Por favor, uh, please, senhor, to remove jóias escravo também?"

Fatima waited for the translation, then said, "Sahar wants her slave jewelry off too."

Manuel said, "Sim," yes in Portuguese and patted the table. Sahar stripped off the rest of her clothes and hopped on the table vacated by Fatima. Her piercings were different, a nose piercing, belly button piercing, two nipple hoops and only three vaginal hoops.

"What did you say to them?" I asked Fatima quietly.

"I said I refuse to be a slave anymore or wear the things which identify me as one."

I contacted the Captain and explained the delay in their lunchtime. Each of the women had their slave jewelry removed. Ateefah, the youngest, and slave the shortest period of time, was the most fearful and had to be encouraged by the other three to have it removed. Sherry gave them each a tube of antibiotic cream and instructions for use, which was translated. They all dabbed some on themselves before dressing again.

All of the removed jewelry was placed in a heavy box and given a ceremonial burial over the side of the ship. Perhaps it was only my imagination, but the four ducklings looked a little freer and more confident when they followed Fatima now.

******

I had a great workout, four and a half hours. As expected, we anchored off Montevideo at 1600. I know the Captain didn't let Fatima bring the boat in, but she probably watched the others intently as they worked. I returned to Master's cabin around 1730 and informed him Fatima and the other freed slaves had their slave jewelry cut off in sick bay.

"I think it's a great sign, Master. Along with Fatima refusing Björn's coffee request, it may indicate Fatima is ready to have sex again if she wants it. I talked to her about the possibility and she agreed if you told the crew they didn't have to refuse a request of sex from her if she asked, but to make sure they still knew enough not to ask her."

He patted his lap and I immediately climbed onto it, sweaty as I was.

"We can make the announcement at morning muster. What about the others?"

"I don't think removing their slave accoutrements is enough, sir. We need to know they can refuse requests and unwanted orders first. It would be helpful if we could speak to them directly. Who knows how much information is lost in translation. Even Fatima can't speak to them in a language they all understand."

"And I don't want to take Fatima away from her other duties to speed up their English instruction. I was up on the bridge for awhile this afternoon and she was so excited."

"Sir, what if we got them all iPads with the translation app on it. They can speak in Portuguese and have an English translation spoken for them, and when others speak to them in English, it can be translated to them in Portuguese, or better yet into their native tongues. I can spend more time with them every day when I'm not busy, working on their English. Francesca and Belle could too, until they have to leave in Buenos Aires."

"Great idea. I'll have Professor Kline and Oliva go into town with a couple bodyguards and buy some after supper. I think I'll get ten of them. We'll have more devices for giving your survey, and we might eventually run across and free more involuntary slaves."

"Thank you sir. Have you spoken to Miranda lately?"

"Every day. I made her cum on the Congressional floor today during a debate I was watching on C-Span. The camera didn't stay on her all the time, but she did a good job of hiding her orgasm from what I could see. I shall be playing with her a little tonight while you're absent."

"Has she come off birth control, Master?"

"She has. I don't know exactly when she'll become fertile, but her male partners are wearing condoms now when they fuck her cunt. Oh, and I've got a surprise scheduled for you and the other slaves when you go to the brothel."

"What is it, sir?"

"It wouldn't be a surprise if I told you, would it?"

"No, sir."

"Suffice it to say I shall enjoy it."

"Yes, Master. What day will we be going to the brothel?"

"Our last night in Buenos Aires because of the lateness of their operations. The next day, Professor and Mrs. Kline will depart to visit her family and Francesca and Belle will fly home. We'll raise anchor and set sail for Freeport, for our next task, ransoming the poor girl who got captured by Mahmoud."

I kissed him. "I love you so much, sir."

Fine, go take a shower. You're ripe."

"Yes, sir."

******

Dinner that night was fun up to a certain point. I helped serve tonight with James and Belle. The men and the women, having two naked slaves to fondle, made sure to take advantage of us. They weren't blatant about it due to the ducklings, but I felt a few hands brush against my treasures. The Captain told everyone that Fatima had done an excellent job on the bridge. Manuel told everyone all of the slaves had their jewelry removed and deep sixed. The slaves were all congratulated on the step they'd taken to reclaim their lives. They all smiled and blushed when they learned what was said. Professor Kline agreed that Fatima could probably consider restarting her sex life anytime she felt up to it.

Fatima was speculatively eyeing Pierre. He'd agreed to become her submissive when she was ready for it. He would only do as much or little as she was willing to do. She wasn't ready to punish him, but perhaps having sex if it was under her control. I didn't see her speak to him, but he had his eye on his potential new Mistress as well knowing she might be able to have sex again.

Professor and Mrs. Kline said they'd be happy to do some shopping at the Apple Store in Montevideo. Then Master told the freed slaves he was getting them iPads to use to translate and learn English. That actually made them giggle happily and I don't think that's a sound anyone has heard from them for a while.

Lynn winked at me as she ran a hand up my leg to my sopping pussy from where she sat next to Björn as Master fed Francesca on his lap. "I've never been with you and a man before, just you and other women. Two full hours of fun ahead of us."