My Descent into Slavery Ch. 01

"Master, what day is it?" I asked, having lost all track of time during my exhausted sleep.

Was this the day Miranda was to be taken by Fritz? Would she end up here or somewhere else since they were capturing her in Geneva? Would Master have let her go to Geneva after I was taken? So many questions without any answers.

"Mid-afternoon on the second day after your marathon fucking."

This was the day. I'd slept for something like 29 hours? Not well because I'd had to sleep sitting up, but a long time. When the servant brought my food, I thanked her in Arabic. I'd learned a few words while working with the freed slaves. Apparently, that didn't happen often because she looked at me like I had horns. Abdul let me eat a lot because I hadn't eaten much in the past few days. My meal over, he took me back up to Mahmoud's room, which I entered with a feeling of dread.

It was like Fatima and the others had said, nothing good transpired up there. As soon as I entered the room I knelt. Abdul whacked my ass with a whip he carried constantly.

"Please fuck me, Master."

Abdul whipped me again. "Please let me drink your piss or eat your shit, Master."

Mahmoud approached me and grabbed my hair. "If you bite off my cock, your throat will immediately be cut. I'm sure you'd welcome it, but your two friends will both be tortured for two weeks. They will beg to die after a couple hours, but they will get no peace for two weeks. If you kill yourself, the same thing will happen to them. The most vile tortures imaginable for two weeks. Do you understand?"

"Yes, Master."

"After you drink my piss, you will suck my cock."

"Yes, Master." I opened my mouth. Mahmoud pissed in it and I drank it down, then sucked him off until he orgasmed. I had no more fight left in me and I wouldn't be the cause of their suffering the tortures of the damned for two weeks. Life for them was hard enough already.

When Mahmoud was finished with me, Abdul took me down to the guards quarters where five more men used me. I was hosed off again and fed supper, then chained in my quarters. I still didn't have a chain long enough to reach the straw for my bed, but I could reach the toilet bucket. I used my toe to write a message in the straw dust. 'I love you' with a heart. I couldn't speak to them, but I could still tell my friends how I felt. After dark, Jìngyi was led down, by one of the other guards, I don't know who. I hoped he didn't read English. I pointed to my message.

"I beg to eat your shit and drink your piss," I said.

She nodded and started crying, then bent over so I could plaster my mouth over her pucker and wait for her to relieve herself. It's amazing what you can get used to.

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After another two days, as I'd been perfectly compliant, my quarters were upgraded to a room with an actual toilet as those things went in Morocco, and a cot with a blanket. I was still chained by the neck, but the chain was long enough to reach the cot. I wasn't allowed to share a room with any other slaves. I was kept in isolation except for guards and the occasional servant.

Every meal I ate, I thanked the servant who brought me my food. One day, a servant slipped me a note.

'We love you too. H & J' I ate the note with a quiet Salaam. The servant smiled and left. That night, when Hannah was brought to me for my nightly feces facial, I held my hand over my heart. She smiled and did the same. I begged to eat her shit and drink her piss and she gave it to me without crying. After all, we all had to do it. Better my friends than some guard who was eating better than we were and would have bigger turds as a consequence.

Four more days, and my quarters were upgraded again, to an actual bed and a shower. A toothbrush, toothpaste and hairbrush were provided. The water was still cold, but it was much nicer than a hose. I was starting to enjoy some of the sex again. The occasional guard would attempt to give me pleasure instead of using me as a cum dumpster. No one kissed me or licked my sex, but they'd finger me or be more gentle in their fucking.

One day, as Abdul was bringing me to the guards quarters for another round of fucking, I asked, "How long have I been here, Master?"

He knew what I really wanted to know. "You'll be branded in five days, then shipped out."

"The Congresswoman, did she go to another training facility, Master?"

"I don't know. According to news reports, she disappeared in the company of Schultz and hasn't been seen or heard from since. He hasn't contacted us, but he has training centers all over. We're expecting to hear from him soon regarding your transport to his fetish club."

I figured once we were split up and sold, I could try killing Fritz or at least myself. Mahmoud may be willing to torture my friends, but someone who'd paid a large sum of money for them may not be so eager. Of course, Hannah wasn't looking to be in a good situation anyway, but Master would have more time to find her. I wished I could see everyone at least one more time. I'd never been as connected to people as I was to the crew and friends on the American Entrepreneur.

I knew Master would miss me horribly, but at least he still had Francesca and Belle. I'd miss my freed slave friends, probably Sahar and Fatima most of all. Sahar, all vengeance and hate, and now I knew the reason why. And Fatima, our first freed slave and how much she'd grown since her freeing. Trusted to command the ship with just the oversight of the Captain. I hoped things would work out for Maahnoor and Henry, Ateefah and James. They had so much to overcome.

Then my sister slaves, all love and sex. I'd spent so much time between their perfumed thighs and sharing my Master. Mistress Layton, my first Dominant, who taught me what I needed to know about Dominance, Luke and Ranger, who taught me how to submit wholly and with all my heart.

Professor Kline had been right about this trip being dangerous, but not from anything Master had done. It was a fucking policeman I didn't see coming. No one did.

I brushed away a couple silent tears and spread my thighs on the guard's beds and begged them to fuck me. They did.

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Two days before my branding, Abdul told me as he fucked me that they'd heard from Fritz Fucking Schultz by encrypted e-mail and he'd be here to collect me for his Fetish club on the day I was branded. He'd take me directly to where his club was located. Hannah and Jìngyi would be branded the same day, but they would travel overland to an airport in Libya where they'd be flown to their eventual destinations gagged and secured in crates.

"By the way, he said he captured the Congresswoman. You'll probably see her again before you die."

I didn't plan to live that long, and I certainly didn't want to see Miranda subjected to the same things they planned doing to me. I was tired, so very tired. As soon as I didn't have to worry about Hannah and Jìngyi anymore, I could go to sleep.

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Mahmoud had to fuck me again before I left. On the evening before my branding, Abdul got me from my room and led me to his chambers.

"I beg you to fuck me, Master," I said, kneeling on the floor.

He called me to him and I crawled across the floor. He told me to stand and I was bent over a couch and he entered me, slamming into my cunt.

"My brand will look good on your ass, right here." He touched me low on the left buttock.

"As you wish it, Master."

He was a dead man. It might not be in time to save me, but Mahmoud was dead. They were all dead. I just hoped it was before too many more women were enslaved.

Mahmoud moved from my cunt to my ass, grunting as he entered me. He pounded my bottom for several minutes, then pushed me down to the floor and took my mouth to finish in.

Not one of the men or women who'd had me since my capture had ever gotten good oral sex, like the ones that made Master gasp and rise out of his chair, or women scream. They didn't know about love and the beauty of sex between people who love each other. It was nothing more than pushing a cock into a fleshy tube until you climaxed; not much different than fucking a knothole except softer. They'd never know.

After he climaxed in my mouth, he pulled out, but remained there, in front of me.

"I beg you to please piss in my mouth," I said, knowing what he was waiting for. I gulped down the hot, acidic, salty flood of urine which followed.

"I want all three of the women confined on the branding rack all night," Mahmoud said, "so they can contemplate their fates. They will be allowed to speak. It's the last time they'll ever see each other."

Abdul answered in Arabic and I was taken to a room I'd never seen before. Abdul strapped me into the branding rack. I was stretched tight, immobilized, unable to move much more than my head. I guess they didn't want inadvertent movement to ruin their brand. Abdul left and soon, he came back with two more men holding Hannah and Jìngyi. They were strung up on the branding rack beside me. They forced water into us.

"The brand looks better if you're not too dehydrated," he said.

"We certainly wouldn't want a bad brand to distract the customers watching me fuck an animal, would we, Master."

I wondered if he recognized sarcasm.

"Still a smart mouth. I would have killed you long ago."

He did recognize sarcasm. The three men left.

"I'm sorry. I should have let us die in Hassi Bahbah," I said.

"It sounded like a chance," Hannah said. "You had the tracker. If I didn't want to go, I'd have said something."

"Me, too," Jìngyi said. "We took a risk and we lost. I don't blame you, Beth. I felt you did everything you could for us. Just knowing you were here with me reminded me I was loved and wanted."

"I still hope Master might find you, Hannah, before Sergei brutalizes you too much."

"I have no hope of rescue once we're sold," Hannah said. "How will they ever find where we went?"

"By asking. Master will find this place and he'll question them about where we went. I don't expect they'll be polite questions. Just hang in there as long as you can."

"What about you?" Hannah asked.

I didn't answer. The silence stretched.

"Beth, what about you?"

"First chance I get, I'm going to try killing Fritz Schultz. I don't expect to survive, but I don't want to, so I won't be unhappy. I now know why Sahar would never talk about her slavery, why she would have preferred dying instead of speaking of it. It was too horrible. I don't blame her. If you see Master again, tell him how much I loved him. Tell everyone how much I loved them. Remember that I loved you. I hope you see Angelique and Delphine again."

"I will tell him, Beth," Hannah said, crying.

We grew silent, only a few sobs we couldn't quite suppress and some sniffles from clogged noses. Around two hours before dawn, a guard came down and started a fire, inserting three branding irons in it. He fingered all three of us before he left. I orgasmed. We all did. He knew what he was doing. Perhaps he felt sorry for us. Maybe he just wanted another taste before we were gone.

Abdul came down a fifteen minutes before dawn. He poked the fire and ensured the brands were white hot. He waved one in front of my face. I could feel the heat coming off it.

"I think I'll start with the mouthy bitch."

"Fuck you!" Mouthy bitch to the end.

He laughed. "And after I've done the others, I'll come back to you and add a matching brand to your other cheek. You're right. The ones watching you fuck a horse won't care how bad your brand looks."

He stuck that one back in the fire, and picked up one that looked hotter still. He disappeared behind me. I felt the heat of it, so fucking close to my skin and prepared to scream.

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