My Voyage of Submission Ch. 11

Johanna, still struggling with her gang rape, begins having sex with Beth and Hibbah. Johanna learns Joshua is Beth's Master and watches Miranda and Francesca have sex with each other, then both Hibbah and Johanna have sex with Joshua and Beth. This chapter contains interracial, lesbian, oral, anal and group sex, and slave discipline. There is no COVID-19 or STD's in the fantasy world. My thanks to JohnnyGalt for his help in making these better.

My Voyage of Submission, Ch 11 - Morocco Bound

At six the next morning, I woke up to Hibbah dining on my Garden of Earthly Delights.

"Are you sure you're ready?" I moaned, parting my legs to give her more access. "I wouldn't want you doing this before you're ready."

She looked up at me from between my legs. "I ready to give you pleasure for what you do last night."

I smiled at her before lying back and letting it happen. She wasn't without skill, having been trained to please either men or women by Mahmoud for her sale. She hadn't had loads of practice with Tadeo, but was eager to give pleasure. I suspected her owner hadn't been concerned with her being pleasing to women. Gentle in all the right ways, delicate, seeking to return her own ecstasy. She discovered how readily I became liquid, always moist for my Master. Despite her inexperience, I was easy to please and motivated to orgasm since no sex with Master yesterday afternoon. She stayed there until I'd moaned my way through three orgasms.

She came up for air, her face glazed with my juices.

"I do okay?"

"You did well for someone who didn't pleasure women often," I said. "I enjoyed myself."

I pulled her up from between my legs and kissed her, then licked some of the mess around her mouth, which soon turned into a passionate make-out session.

"Was it worth the guilt for you?" I asked, when we paused for a moment.

"Not sure I guilty. Maybe later guilt come. Now, I feel good."

"Then I'll show you how we can give pleasure to each other, both at same time."

"I see others do. Like this?"

She moved into a sixty-nine and lowered her pussy slowly over my mouth.

"Exactly like that," I murmured, just before her fragrant folds touched my lips.

I received two more orgasms while she received three before we broke for breakfast. In the shower, we washed each other and were not shy about giving the other another orgasm in the process.

******

Everyone was at breakfast this morning, even Johanna, who seemed to be eating a normal breakfast.

Sahar noticed the glow exuded by Hibbah after her foray into sex. The girl had no filter.

"Ah, Hibbah have sex with Beth. Good sex by looks of smile on her face. Was good, yes?"

Master looked at me and I nodded as Hibbah blushed and said, "Much good."

"Pretty girl, you want feel good after feel bad, have sex with Beth. She put smile back on face."

Johanna blushed. "I've never had sex with another woman."

"Beth not just woman. She best sex on ship. Everyone think so."

"Is that what you meant when you said you were in charge of crew morale?" Ben asked. "You fuck everyone on board?"

I was about to respond when Sahar jumped in again, both feet first.

"You talk like bad thing, pretty girl father. Not bad, good. When we freed, afraid of everyone, everything, never want sex again. Sex is evil. No love, no joy. Beth teach to love again. Find joy. Me never have sex with man again. Too much bad. Feel lonely rest of life. Beth change me. At least find love with woman. Maybe so daughter feel the same. Beth heal."

Well at least she didn't say I was Master's slave and fucked people at his command. It did open a line of inquiry though.

"How do you feel about sex with men, Johanna?" I asked.

"I don't know. Perhaps it's too early to say. I'm not very fond of them at the moment."

"Understandable. Sahar, may I speak to you a moment in private?"

"Okay."

I took her a away from the dining room. "Sahar, you can't talk about me this way."

"You shame for what you do?"

"No, but Master is married to an important woman in our government. If this got out, it would ruin her career. If Master wasn't married, I wouldn't care. It's why I'm staying with Hibbah while the Hofflers are here on the ship. He can't be seen to be fucking other people while he's married. The people on the ship don't matter, but anyone who isn't a permanent member of the crew, can't know. Just be careful what information is given out to people. I don't want to hurt his wife."

"She know about you?"

"She knows. She's my sister slave, obeys Master too. I've had sex with her. Master still controls her sex. Please tell the others as well. Hibbah already knows why I'm in her room."

"I be careful."

We returned and sat down. "I've been known to have sex with other people on the ship," I said to the Hofflers, "if circumstances dictate it's appropriate." Like having my Master's permission. "I suppose a lot of people might consider me promiscuous, but I don't think of myself that way. In fact, Joshua fired a crewman who called me a slut. He was a misogynist, and didn't think much of women in general. He tried to get girls to sleep with him and then called them sluts and whores if they did. I'm young and single and don't consider what I do to be anyone's business but my own. I don't force myself on anyone, but if they seem like they need sex, I'm happy to provide it."

"So you'd have sex with Johanna?" Ben asked.

"If it was something she wanted and felt she needed, yes. I suspect she's been thrown off men by what happened tp her, but that doesn't necessarily mean she wants a woman. Maahnoor and Ateefah haven't expressed interest in my services, despite their slavery, but they are also both pregnant, and thinking about providing for their children.

"Their culture doesn't provide for marriage to women, so they would need to find a man to marry them to help them raise a child. Even if they wished to avoid men from now on, they can't. That's what makes their circumstances so hard. We're not even sure how their family will welcome them. Often, unless more westernized, families consider what happened to them as their fault. They should have killed themselves rather than bring dishonor to their family by allowing themselves to be defiled. Having a child without benefit of marriage will make them pariahs in their own society, likely unable to find a decent man to marry them.

The Hofflers looked at the two women who blushed under their scrutiny.

"Joshua is providing them with enough money for them to live several years without needing anyone else. Hopefully, they'll find someone who can overlook their enslavement in that time, but he's prepared to provide more if it's required. It's the same reason he's reimbursing you for the ransom paid for Johanna. He has empathy for their plight. Through no fault of their own, they were enslaved. He has the means to help, so he does."

"I meant to thank you for that, Joshua. I can't thank you enough. First helping with her ransom, then giving us our money back. I admit it would have been hard for awhile. We liquidated almost everything but our house. It's very kind."

"Not as kind as you might think. It was my failure to land in Monrovia which might have contributed to your daughter's plight."

"What do you mean?" Marian asked.

"I said we believed Mahmoud or his men were planning to attack my ship. Apparently, they believed they would have a lot more women to reward their men with, who appeared to be mostly mercenaries. When we changed our plans, theirs changed too. Since they hadn't taken more women slaves, the men were threatening to leave. I think that's why they were turned loose on Johanna.

"One of my men questioned one of their snipers, and that's what he reported. I couldn't have done anything different than what I did. I would not subject any woman to the slavery these others went through, let alone return the ones we freed back to the slavery they so recently escaped, but it very likely contributed to her gang rape. For that, I'm deeply sorry. It's why I couldn't let you pay her ransom. I feel responsible for what happened. Even though I had no choice, I feel my actions were a factor in what occurred. If they did, I apologize, Johanna."

He got up and left the table. Master was such a good man. I suspected that was the reason, though he might have helped them anyway, except perhaps something less than full reimbursement plus.

"Me sorry you hurt pretty girl," Sahar said, "but me glad not taken by slavers again. Come on Edgar. Want to kick ass again." She stood up and headed for the gym. Edgar shoveled his two last bites of food into his mouth, excused himself and trailed after her, hurrying to catch up.

"Is it true?" Johanna asked.

"Probably," I said. "He was faced with risking all of us. I doubt he knew what would happen to you as a consequence, but I think it likely his decision was partly responsible."

She looked at all of the women sitting at the table, weighing what might have happened to what did happen. She got up and left the table, going to her room and not sickbay at least. Her parents got up and went with her. So much for this meal. I got up and left as well, Hibbah coming with. We started working on her English some more. Around ten, there was a knock on the door.

When I opened it, Johanna was standing at the door.

"May I come in please?

I stepped aside and waved her in.

She came in and sat down on the bunk we hadn't used last night. Ours was much more rumpled. Although we'd made an attempt to make it before going to breakfast, we'd also sat on it during Hibbah's lessons.

"This is one of the slaves taken by Mahmoud, isn't it?"

"Yes."

"My parents said all Mahmoud's slaves were branded. Is Hibbah branded?"

"Yes."

"Can I see?"

"Hibbah, Johanna would like to see your brand. Would that be okay?"

"Okay, yes."

Hibbah shyly removed her lower clothing, exposing the brand burned into her skin. Johanna also saw some of the other scars left on Hibbah's skin from her captivity. Johanna winced, seeing the deep scar.

"Can you tell me some of what you went through as a slave?" Johanna asked.

For the next half hour, Hibbah detailed the ignominies suffered, from her capture, the taking of her virginity, the loss of innocence, her training and eventual sale.

"What about the person you were sold to; how bad was he?"

"Bad man, not as bad as Rodrigo, Mahmoud or Abdul, but bad. Had two slaves, both suffered. I am glad he dead. I tell Beth to kill me if taken again. Not want to go back to slavery."

"Does it make you feel better, knowing you were raped for a good cause?" I asked Johanna.

"Not really. I understand why it happened, but it doesn't make it better. I'm sorry for what happened to you, Hibbah."

"I sorry you hurt, pretty girl."

"Why does everyone call me pretty girl?"

"Hard time say your name. Not know Jo-hon-na. Sahar say, we all say."

"You are pretty though," I said.

"Enough to have sex with me?"

"You don't need to be pretty for me to have sex with you. It's just a perk. I suggest you give it a couple days before deciding one way or another. Hibbah is starting to think she might be able to have sex with men again. It might be a while, and it would have to be the right person, but it could happen."

"Thank you for talking to me. I appreciate it."

"You're welcome. Any time. If you want to talk some more, I'm available. I'm not licensed to practice, but I do know a lot about Psychology. I'm not an English teacher either, but I seem to be doing okay with Hibbah."

Johanna smiled and left.

******

Everyone was at lunch again.

Master said, "I've invited a few of the officers from the Porter aboard for supper tonight. Kind of in the way of thanks for their help. Pierre is cooking up something special. Leo will be flying over to pick them up. They can hanger their birds, but we don't have anyplace to put my helicopter so they can't fly here in their own. Beth, I'd like you and Jìngyi and James and Vincent to serve dinner, formal service. I'm sure they'll want to meet Mr. and Mrs. Hoffler and Johanna, since they're the reason they came. Lynn, I won't have enough room at this table for everyone, but I'd like my Department Heads to be present, so I'm asking you, Sherry and Manuel to eat in the mess with the crew. I'm sorry."

"It's fine Joshua. We don't mind."

"What about us?" Sahar asked. "We can eat in mess too."

"I'd like for you to stay. It puts faces on what we're trying to accomplish. Why it's so important to find and end Mahmoud. Edgar, any word on the tracking devices we put on Mahmoud's men and vehicles?"

"As Smitty expected, the GPS units on the trucks were pointless. They never left Sierra Leone. The ones on the eight men we planted them on, six of them never left Sierra Leone. The ones on two of the men split up, one going to Côte d'Ivoire, the other to Mali. We're guessing, but we think they're scouting out new slaves to take. The one in the bag has been moving steadily north, last transmitting in Senegal. It's going by road, so it's not flying. We're hoping they don't find it until it reaches Mahmoud's nest, or at least points us in a better direction."

"Did you get some drones for us?"

"Yes, sir. Leo will pick them up when he drops the Hofflers in Casablanca and picks up Maahnoor's parents."

"Do her parents know why they're coming to the ship?"

"According to Representative Ward, they've only been told there might be word about their daughter, and to speak to no one, as it might endanger the safety of Maahnoor."

Maahnoor and Ateefah began conversing rapidly in Portuguese, Maahnoor knowing she might finally be seeing her parents and return home after all this time.

"English," Sahar said. "You need to practice your English."

"Very grateful, might see family," Maahnoor said. "Excited."

"Are you nervous," I asked, "knowing you carry a child?"

She glanced down at her belly, just beginning to show the signs of her pregnancy. "Yes, nervous, afraid. Worry about family."

"Why?" Johanna asked. "You didn't plan on getting kidnapped and turned into a slave."

"Woman not have child when unmarried. Great sin. No one want wife with another man child in her belly."

"It's a cultural thing," I said. "Since women are more modest in Muslim countries and often come to their marriage bed as virgins, pre-marital sex and children out of wedlock are not normal. Her parents might have to pay a substantial dowry to get anyone to marry her, and he'll likely be someone unfit for marriage, only interested in the dowry. If her parents don't have enough for a dowry, she may remain unmarried, and even if she is married, the man may disrespect and beat her for being a whore.

"It would not be a love match. Whereas in western society, it is fairly common for women not to be virgins when they're married and might even have children from a previous relationship. It is not unheard of for the families of women who have disgraced themselves to be killed by their own family. It's why we're flying Maahnoor's parents here. If there's a chance she might be harmed, we won't let her go home.

"You must have seen similar in Ethiopia while you were there?"

"I suppose I did, or heard about it anyway. They didn't involve outsiders in family decisions. You can't keep her against her will, surely," Johanna said.

"No, but for the life of her child, she might be willing to make a home with us. She'll be treated as family, even if we aren't."

Maahnoor looked at us gratefully. "You very kind."

"Your life has been very hard," Master said. "No reason for it to be harder."

I think another tumbler fell into place for the Hofflers. They suddenly realized it wasn't just the slavery itself which affected them, it was the whole rest of their lives.

"If they needed some place to stay," Ben said, "we could maybe put a couple up in our home. Johanna is the only child living in our house anymore. We've got a couple extra bedrooms they could use."

"That's a very generous offer, Mr. Hoffler," Master said. "Of course, there's a lot to be worked out before that could happen. These women have no documentation at all. They'd need to be granted exemptions to enter the United States. Our country hasn't exactly been welcoming to Muslims recently."

"Oh, dear," Marian said. "He's right."

"We do have a Republican Representative on our side, trying to smooth things over, but except for their own countries, these women may be stuck on board for some time."

"I not think myself stuck," Sahar said. "You best friends me have. I happy to be on ship. Stay forever if me can."

"By the way," Edgar said. "Sahar finished the Hogan's Alley scenario twice this morning without shooting a friendly or getting killed. She can be issued a rifle if necessary."

"That's wonderful news, Sahar. Congratulations," Master said.

"I still want to kill Abdul, I see again," Sahar said.

"What's this Hogan's Alley thing you talked about?" Johanna asked.

"You come with me after lunch, pretty girl. Me show you how to kill bad men."

"You've got a date."

"What is date?"

"A date is agreement to meet at certain time and place," Johanna said. "Usually, it's for romance, but it doesn't have to be."

"You mean meet for sex?"

"It doesn't have to be for sex," Johanna explained, "though it could be."

"You want sex with me, I agree, pretty girl. Sex okay."

Johanna blushed. "I wasn't thinking about sex. I was thinking about killing bad men."

"Kill bad men, then sex."

"I can't have sex with you," Johanna protested.

"You want sex with Beth because she the best. Not blame you. She wonderful."

"I don't want sex at all."

"Too bad, you not know what you missing, right Hibbah?"

"Beth very good," Hibbah said, blushing.

"It's nice to know you have a fan club, Beth," Master said. "By the way, can I come to your room later? I have a matter I need to discuss with you."

The matter of his big cock sliding into my wet cunt, I was fairly certain.

"Yes, sir. I'll anticipate your visit." Eagerly.

******

"Miss Beth, can we have sex again?" Hibbah said when we reached our cabin.

"Master is going to be coming soon for sex. We may have to interrupt ourselves."

"Okay, yes. We interrupt."

"What do you want to do?"

"Sex like this morning."

"That sounds lovely. Get undressed."

Hibbah shed her clothes quicker than I did. This time, she got on the bottom and I took the top. We had time for three orgasms and well on our way to a fourth when there was a knock on the door.

"Oh, almost there," I said. "We have to stop now."

"Yes," Hibbah panted. "Okay, we stop now."

I got up and opened the door. Master looked at my nakedness.

"Looks like you've been busy."

"Yes, Master."

"So how many times have you cum today?"

"Well, sir; I believe it was five this morning, no six, if you include the one in the shower, and three this afternoon. I was close to another when you knocked."

"Nothing like taking advantage of your free pass, is there?"

"No, sir. I didn't want to waste it."

He laughed. "Are you going to watch again, Hibbah?"

"Okay, yes."

"Are you going to remain naked?"

"Okay, yes."

I was stripping off Master's clothes. He was already hard, in anticipation. Nude, he got on the bed, lying on his back and I mounted him, slipping easily over his cock with my aroused, cum filled cunt. I began to ride him, nice and slow, the rhythm we both favored, rising up until he was barely inside me, then sinking down, shivering with the fullness. I'd cum once with Master's permission and was on my way to a second when there was another knock on the door.

"Who is it?" I asked.

"Johanna. Can I talk again?"

Fuck. She couldn't see Master in here.