(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 figure out 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 always. That seemed sort 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 at all times 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.

“Are you alright?” he asked.

“Yes, of course. But I was frightened.”

He chuckled, “me too.”

Then he gave her an odd look, before turning to Anna, “If you’ll excuse us, my dear?”

Anna nodded, “I figure out.”

He smiled, and then took Michelle’s hand and led her down to her cabin.

In her room, Michelle quickly realized what Anna had been talking about, earlier. Helmut was more than horny, he was clearly still working off the adrenaline overload he’d accumulated while defending his boat, his wife and the rest of them.

Without preamble, he screwed her with such energy that it hurt. And he was so aggressive that it was almost rape, if slave girls could be raped.

But she did understand, and she did her best to accommodate her Master’s needs. At least it didn’t take long – only minutes, and he was done.

Afterwards, he gave her a short apology before he pulled his shorts back up and left her. Before he closed the door, she was able to get out, a quick, “that’s okay, Master.”

She laid in her bed for a few minutes before making her way into her bathroom to wash up, and rub some cooling lotion between her legs. It helped.

When she returned to the aft lounge, Helmut and Anna were sitting quietly, discussing the disgusting incident with the cursed pirates. Nothing was said to her, when she joined them, either about the danger, or about the sex, afterwards.

That night Michelle had a nightmare about pirates, and gang rape, and walking the plank. When she woke up, all bothered, she told herself she was just being silly, but it took her a long time to fall back asleep.

Over breakfast the attack wasn’t even mentioned, but everyone seemed subdued.

That morning, while Anna and Michelle relaxed and tanned up on the sun deck, she heard Helmut practically yelling on the radio, or phone, whatever in the bridge room, below. She couldn’t understand him, he wasn’t speaking English.

“He sounds upset.” Michelle mentioned to Anna.

Anna chuckled. “He is. He’s speaking to the authorities about the pirate issue. When he gets angry, he makes sure everyone understands why, and they usually do something, anything to appease him. I’ll wager that heads will roll, and things will get done.”

“So, he has friends in high places?”

“Many,” she said with a chuckle.

Then, more serious, she added, “Michelle, my Helmut is not just wealthy, he is also a very powerful man.”

“I figure out.” Her Master was a force to be reckoned with.

After lunch, they were back in the lounge when dark clouds appeared on the horizon, a breeze picked up and the swells started to get bigger. The three of them moved inside where it was at least warmer. But as Michelle sat reading, she began to feel uncomfortable. Eventually she had to stop and excuse herself to head for her cabin, with some assistance from Anna, playing nurse.

Michelle spent the next two days in bed, being cared for by Valeria with occasional visits from Anna. She was given some meds, and a lot of water and sports drinks, but was unable to eat anything until late the second day.

Throughout the ordeal she felt absolutely miserable. She was also worried about disappointing her Master, as she was unable to provide him with the services he enjoyed.

By the third day she was feeling better and she was able to make an appearance at dinner. Helmut was pleased to see her and he appeared understanding and not the least bit angry about her days laid-up. In fact, he was very considerate. “It happens to many of my guests. But now that it’s over, you should be good for the rest of our trip.”

“Thank you, Master,” she replied, relieved.

She had a good night’s sleep, and after she’d actually enjoyed her lunch, Helmut took her aside and whispered, “go down to your cabin and cleanse your behind, thoroughly. You figure out?”

It only took a moment for her to figure out his request. He wanted her to give herself an enema, as he intended to take her ass. She had wondered if he’d ever get to anal sex, whether he was interested in that kink, and now she knew.

“Yes Master, I figure out.”

“Good, I’ll be down in an hour.”

“I’ll be ready.”

She gave herself an enema with the kit she’d noticed stashed in the bathroom cabinet with all of the other things when she’d first taken up residence in her cabin.

Once she’d emptied herself, she applied a lot of the lubricant she’d also found. She made sure to push first one and then two gooey fingers up her behind to make sure she was ready.

Then she laid down, carefully, to wait.

She’d never appreciated anal sex, but she’d certainly learned all about it at sex school. And there, she remembered she’d even enjoyed it, a little.

When her Master came in, a while later, she was ready to be accommodating.

She stood up to greet him, kissing him on the cheek, before she unbuttoned his shirt and slipped it off him. He liked it when she stripped him. Then she knelt down in front of him and pulled off his shorts and underwear. His cock was already hard. He was clearly looking forward to screwing her in the ass.

Still in her position on the floor she gave his pecker a quick kiss and lick before turning to grab the tube of grease from the nightstand.

“May I, master?” she asked. As this was the first time for this form, she wasn’t sure how to proceed.

He simply smiled and nodded.

As she squeezed out a dollop, onto her fingers, she murmured, “I warmed it up, so it shouldn’t be too cold.”

He chuckled happily in response.

She took his cock into both hands, and gently smeared the lubricant around and then, releasing him, she stood up and turned to the bed.

“Hands and knees?” she asked, quietly.

“Yes.” he said with a sigh. She could tell he was excited.

Michelle climbed onto the bed and into the dogy position. With her head over her pillow, and her knees well spread. Then she lowered herself down onto her elbows, so that her ass was high and available.

She felt him climb onto the mattress and position himself behind her. She was relieved when he took his time to slowly push his cock into her ass, moving in a little deeper with each slow thrust.

He sighed as he hit bottom, his hips against her butt, and his cock in as deep as he could push it.

“At least there are no chains in the way.” he muttered.

Michelle heard him and got worried, does that mean he will select this over normal fucking?

As he pumped into her, she did her best to thrust back into him. After her time at the school, she was pretty good at it, even if she didn’t really enjoy it.

As he continued, he lowered himself down onto her back and reached around her sides to play with her nipple jewelry, jingling her bells with his fingers. It pulled on her nipples, and she received a little pleasure from the feelings.

As he continued to pump and thrust, Michelle, not really feeling a lot of enjoyment from that, wished she had a vibrator to use in her pussy. She remembered actually getting off one time, when she was screwed like this, while the dildo filled her sex.

Finally, she felt him stiffen, heard him gasp, and felt her ass fill with his warm spunk.

He rode her behind for another couple of minutes, until he was empty and just starting to shrink inside her. Then he knelt up, slapped her on the ass, and backed off the bed.

She yelped from the strike, more surprised than hurt.

He laughed. “That was nice, thank you, my dear.”

“You’re welcome, Master. I’m pleased you enjoyed yourself.”

“I at all times do,” he replied as he ducked into the room’s bathroom to wash himself. She laid flat on her belly, hoping she wasn’t leaking, waiting patiently for him to finish so she could clean herself.

“I’ll see you up on deck, once you’ve cleaned yourself up.” He said as he left her cabin.

Michelle just laid there for a while, thinking. It hadn’t been all that bad. She hadn’t even come close to orgasming, but of course she never did. Slave girls weren’t supposed to. But it would be nice if she could, once in a while.

It seemed to her that the anal sex, had made her feel even more subservient – more submissive, like a sex object.

She wondered if Anna had ever submitted to anal. She doubted it. That woman wasn’t at all submissive.

After a while she climbed out of bed and moved into the bathroom to give herself another enema, to rinse his cum out of her bowels. She followed that up with a quick shower, and then headed back up on deck to join her owners in the sunshine.

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The next morning, they spotted land off to the West.

“That’s Devils Island over there.” Helmut said as he pointed off to the side. It looked like any other island, but she remembered that movie, ‘Papillon’ and the hell of that place., and it made her shiver.

Later that day they pulled into a marina in the port city of Cayenne, which she was told is the capitol of French Guiana.

“They’re a part of France, more than just a colony. Treated like a state of that country.” Helmut explained, like a tour guide.

As they sailed slowly through the marina to their assigned slip, Michelle was both fascinated and nervous. Sitting on the exposed sun deck with Anna and Helmut, to enjoy the view, she realized that she herself was a major attraction. People on the other boats, stared and waved, more at her than at the beautiful yacht sailing past. She could only imagine what it would be like if she was taken ashore as a naked slave girl. Only time would tell…

She continued to watch as Santiago and Tomas scurried along the deck to secure the boat in place and hook it up to the shore facilities.

As soon as they were tied up to the dock, Anna with Santiago as an escort, and Vega and Valeria accompanied by Tomas jumped off and went off into town, to run errands.

With the boat quiet, Helmut took Michelle down to her cabin so she could please him. Michelle was happy that he only wanted straight sex that time. She serviced her Master as required, but she more interested in the city than in his need for sex.

A couple of hours after she’d left, Anna returned with a selection of sweater dresses for Michelle to wear out in public. She was greatly relieved. She wouldn’t be paraded around in the nude for everyone to gawk at.

As she was shown the dresses, she saw that the wardrobe was indeed awfully sexy, and revealing, but she was happy with them, nonetheless. All of the outfits were tight and would hide little beneath their stretchy knit fabric. Michelle, released, thanked her Mistress profusely.

“Why? Did you actually think I’d drag you through the streets naked?” Anna asked, and Michelle could tell that her Mistress was upset with her.

“I’m sorry, Miss. I wasn’t sure.”

“You should know me better than that, by now.”

Michelle, just hung her head, chastised, and they resumed their examination of the things Anna had bought for her.

All of the dresses were all colorful, short and low cut. Her unfettered breasts, her nipple decorations, and her collar would always be clearly visible, beneath or above the fabric. She worried that her pussy chains might dangle and flash from beneath the short hems of the skirts. That would be more humiliating than anything else.

But at least she’ll be covered.

Michelle did wonder if the scanty attire was Anna’s idea or Helmut’s. It seemed more in tune with what he wanted for his sex object, than what Anna might require.

After lunch, Anna took Michelle into the city to do some more shopping. Tomas and Valeria accompanied them, and they picked up a few items for the boat.

Michele enjoyed the sights and all the activity of the busy downtown marketplace. “There seems to be a lot going on.” She commented as they walked down the crowded streets of the central district.

“Tomorrow starts Carnival. Everyone’s getting ready. It will be a lot of fun.”

“Really? This weekend?”

“Yes, it’s one of the largest parties in South America, almost as great as Rio. Everyone will be here and there’ll be a lot of partying and fun. We’ll be staying for the next few days, to join in.”

Michelle now understood why everyone was so excited. She began to feel it too.

They visited several more shops, mainly looking at women’s fashions.

Near the end of the trip, Anna ducked into an art supply shop, and with Valeria’s assistance she selected a large collection of paints and brushes, that Tomas wound up carrying for the hike back to the yacht.

The next morning, was a relatively quiet one for Helmut, Anna and Michelle. The crew worked on some maintenance tasks, and stashed away the provisions purchased the day before.

Everyone seemed distracted though, by the upcoming carnival events.

After a simple lunch Anna began explaining the plans for their time at the carnival. “The party starts tonight with the big opening parade. Helmut and I picked up our costumes before we left for the island, so we’re all set, but we have to get you ready. It will take a while, but we should be ready by the time it all starts.”

“Oh? What am I to wear.”

Anna laughed. “Color.” Then she hauled the confused slave down to the crew’s lounge.

There, Valeria was waiting for them. She had pushed some of the furniture apart and spread a plastic tarp on the floor. Michelle also noticed all the paints Anna had purchased the previous day spread out on another covered table nearby. Along with cups of water, rags and the brushes they’d picked up.