My Descent into Slavery Ch. 06

"No, Roberta told me when she got back. I swear Sahar can have anything she wants when I see her,Sahar wanted more time with me and started having sex with men again because she knew those women who were willing to spend time in your bed got to spend time with me, too for what she's done."

"I'm already giving her what she wants, Master."

"What does she want?"

"Me, sir. She wants me. I've agreed to marry her."

There was dead silence on the other end of the line for a long time, then "Oh, I see. When you said you were coming back, I thought...Well, you know what I thought."

I laughed. "One of the conditions of our marriage is I can continue being your submissive, Master. I imagine there will be some changes. I'll need to spend more time with her, of course. She's trying to get used to the idea of having men in our bed. You might need to negotiate with her as to whether or not I can continue being a prize for the crew every day. She may be perfectly willing to share me with you, and my sister slaves, but I don't know if that extends to every other Tom, Dick, and Harry on the ship. I'll be a special case, like Sherry, or Angelique. I'm sure you can work it out with her. I do expect you to plan a big wedding. I want to do it up right."

"I swear my heart just went up into my throat. I thought I was destined to die all over again just like when Mahmoud got you."

I laughed again. "Sahar wanted more time with me and started having sex with men again because she knew those women who were willing to spend time in your bed got to spend more time with me, too That's why she fucked Richard, and later Ranger. She was preparing herself to have sex with men again so she could be one of those joining us in our bed. I decided to give her as much time as I can by marrying the sadistic bitch. I'm hoping she won't be as eager to smack her wife as she was the pathetic creature she took to The Bahamas."

"Fat chance," Sahar said, loud enough for Master to hear. I could hear him chuckling on the other end.

"You need to issue me another credit card, Master," I said. "My old one is probably moldering in my cabin somewhere. I'll need to buy my fiancée an engagement ring," Sahar perked up at that, "and we'll need wedding dresses and the like at some point. I need to take her out to dinner and pay for hotel rooms, because she's not going to leave my side until I'm safely on your ship again."

"Damn straight," Sahar said again.

"If you route your trip to Switzerland through New York, I'll have one delivered to you there. What about passports and ID?"

"Sahar grabbed those from my room. Those things should be good. Where can we meet the ship, Master?" I asked.

"It's probably a month from now before you're finished in Switzerland. Let's see. In five weeks, we should be pulling into Hawaii. Let's plan on hooking up again there."

"I'm looking forward to it, sir. By the way, Sam, Chantelle, Marcia, Henri, Simone, Liza and LuAnn all met me at Mistress Layton's. Chantelle is having her baby in Florida and the rest of them came for the birth. LuAnn heard from Miranda I was going to be here, so they drove up from Fort Myers to see me. Just so you know, I intend fucking a lot of people while I'm here. If you feel you need to punish me for it, fine. I think I can take it now."

"I don't think you need to worry about who you fuck until I put my collar back on you."

"Thank you, sir. I appreciate that."

"I'm so glad you're doing well, Beth."

"Me too, Master. Me too."

******

Sam, Chantelle and Marcia found me after my phone call.

"We need to get going," Sam said. "It's a three plus hour drive from Ocala to Fort Myers."

"Can't you get a motel near here and spend the night? I was hoping to have sex with you again," I said.

"As much as we'd love that offer, and Marcia was especially interested in testing out your skills after she heard so much about them, Chantelle is too close to her delivery date. We came to Florida so she could use this specific Obstetrician, while giving Simone and Henri someplace closer than California to come. We don't want to be stuck in Ocala if Chantelle starts labor, which could happen at any time."

I nodded. "Would it be possible to see what was done to your back?" Marcia asked.

"Of course." I peeled off my clothes. I was a slave after all. I'm surprised I hadn't taken them off already.

Once my clothes came off, all of the guests came to take a look, save Professor Kline and Ranger, who'd already seen them.

"This one looks fresher than the others," Marcia said, trailing a finger along the one Sahar gave me.

"It is," I said. "Sahar gave me that one."

"Why?" Chantelle asked.

"It's complicated, but it was necessary."

"You would marry her after she did this to you?" Marcia asked.

"What would you do if someone came after you with a knife?" I asked.

"Try to kill them before they killed me," she replied.

"What would you do if they came after you with something that could do this to you?"

"Try to kill them before they hurt me."

"I could no longer do that. Because of what was done to me, my slave conditioning, if you will, if I even saw the stingray barb, I hesitated. If I was threatened with it, I froze. I'd cower on the ground. I'd do anything I was told, the most disgusting things you can probably imagine. It had almost a mystical power over me. I might have fought against almost anything else raised against me, but not this. Sahar could give me one hundred swats with a paddle, something that hurt more than one blow with this, and on the whole, I took it. Raise the barb over my head and I was ready to eat your shit or drink your piss. I needed to be able to fight that, so she struck me with it to get me to attack her, although it was more complex than that, and took me over a week of threats before she struck me and I fought back.

"Joshua already planned to send me to a cosmetic surgeon to fix the other scars on my back. What was one more if it got me to stand up for myself again; to fight instead of flinch? She did it even though she loved me, even though I might hate her, because it was what I needed. Not what she wanted, but what I needed. She was willing to sacrifice her own happiness if she got me to resist, to fight, to become normal again. It spoke to a depth of love most people couldn't give you. Master couldn't do this to me. I doubt anyone else who cared for me could have done it, but Sahar knew what her slavery did to her. She knew what she'd had to do to overcome it. Driving herself until she collapsed in pain and exhaustion. So she did the same to me, even if I'd hate her for it.

"Yes, I'd marry that person. I also know that she'd kill anyone else who tried to hurt me. It wouldn't make any difference to her who it was or how many there were. She'd give her life to save mine. She rages against injustice and cruelty. God forgive the poor sap who tried to strike a woman in anger, or who tried to kidnap one. I need to temper those violent impulses in her. To let the law handle it if the law will. We were in the middle of London with the police on the way and she was ready to kill two men who owned slaves. I won't tell you what was done to her, but she feels entirely justified in stopping any bastard who would try to do to anyone else, what was done to her.

"Sahar now understands the difference between voluntary submission and that no harm is intended when a Master punishes his submissive, but if you raise your hand in anger, watch out. She's an avenging angel who will make you pay for your crime."

"The ones who did this to you are dead?" Henri asked.

"Every last one," I replied. "I kicked the last one out of a helicopter at ten thousand feet myself, the one who gave me most of these scars." I looked at Marcia, who I knew to be a law enforcement officer. "Justice was served. I don't regret my actions in the slightest. If that makes me a criminal, I don't care."

"Bonne," Simone said. "Good. You shouldn't care for the lives of men so cruel and wicked."

They had to leave shortly thereafter, as did Professor and Mrs. Kline. Francesca took Miranda and Belle to stay with her father on the pony farm. They would return in the morning. Mistress Layton directed me to my old guest room, where our things had been put. Sahar and I took care of our evening needs and showered, then Ranger joined us. He was naked and his cock was half hard. He looked good. A nice cock to start out with.

"Sahar, have you engaged in oral or anal sex with either of the two men you've fucked yet?"

"No. Just regular fucking."

"Are you comfortable doing either of them with a man?"

She looked at Ranger. "I'd say a definite no to anal, and a cautious maybe to oral."

"I want you to know, I don't expect you to do anything or everything that I do, just because we're going to be married. As I said, it's entirely possible Joshua would allow you to share our bed without engaging in any sex with him. It's not normal, but we're not discussing normal. He enjoys watching women having sex. I would always be available to him, but you could just engage in sex with me. There are lots of ways for two women and a man to have sex. I know you're still struggling with your own conditioning, and you'd prefer women to men because of it. That's okay. You can do as little or as much as you want, and can wait until you're ready.

"What I was going to suggest to you tonight, Sahar, is that you and I get into a sixty-nine, with either one of us on top. The woman on the bottom can just enjoy normal lesbian sex. The one on top, can be fucked in either the ass or cunt while the one on the bottom licks her clit. Obviously, the one on the bottom is also in close proximity to the cock and balls of the male, more if he's in the cunt, less close if he's in the ass.

"Since you've fucked Ranger before, I thought you might like to be the one on top, where you can experience both his fucking, and my licking at the same time. I consider it one of the best things I can do with a male and another female. If you don't wish to do that, I can be on the top. Regardless, I'd like to switch for the second bout of fucking, because I need to feel a cock inside me again.

"Another alternative is that I just lick you while Ranger fucks me. You don't have to do anything but enjoy yourself."

"I'll try being on the top," Sahar said, "and if we switch, we still need to see what you will do with a shitty cock."

I smiled at her. "That is still a question, isn't it. Ranger, why don't you give Sahar and me ten minutes or so to warm up, then join us, and very gently, insert tab A into slot B. She should be nice and juicy by then."

I got on the bed and Sahar joined me, lying on top of me. We'd gotten very comfortable giving each other oral sex over the last week, and quickly found our rhythm. I knew we looked good and performed well together. Ranger should have no problem firming up his erection watching us. I didn't take a lot of time giving Sahar an orgasm, and she had two before Ranger climbed onto the bed with us.

When Ranger was ready, I aimed his nice prick into Sahar's sweet pussy and watched him slide right into her aroused cunt. I went to town on her clit while Ranger gently fucked her. Sahar had multiple orgasms before Ranger grunted, froze and released his hot load into her. I did what I could to clean off his cock as he withdrew, but spent more of my time cleaning up the mess left in my fiancée.

"How was that?" I asked after her last orgasm swept through her during my clean up.

"I liked that. It wasn't quite as stressful to me as just fucking him was before. I could easily see doing that again."

I rolled Sahar off of me and kissed her cum covered face. I was quite wet, finding myself falling into my normal slutty submissive status more easily after my time on the island. I gently wiped my glaze from her face.

"Glad you liked it. We can do that one fairly frequently with Master. It's one of our favorites. Ranger, you could probably lube yourself in my cunt right now, but why don't you use a little lubricant since it's been a couple months since anyone has fucked my ass."

"Are you sure?"

"Positive. It was the problem I had just before I left the ship. I sucked Master's cock after he fucked Miranda's ass, as I'd been trained to do, but then I tried to kiss them both. Yet, it was my Master and sister slave. I always kissed them during sex. I realized the extent of the problem I faced. Not the largest of the problems, but one that limited the affection I might receive from them if I kept doing as my conditioning made me do. I love kissing. I can't have normal sex without kissing. Therefore I need to break that habit, but I had no cocks practicing on me on the island. I have to learn to catch myself before cruising on automatic."

"I do like a nice, tight ass," Ranger said, smiling.

"You should love mine. Sahar has been working me hard for the last two months. You could probably bounce a quarter off it." I smiled at him. "You don't have to kiss me if I suck your cock afterward. Just remind me what I did and I'll brush my teeth and gargle again. Sahar, I'm responsible for getting him hard enough to fuck again. Don't worry about a thing."

Ranger made a face thinking about kissing him, if I went ass to mouth, and fetched some lube. By the time he was back, Sahar and I were reengaged in sex, but he was hard again within moments of seeing us. I didn't need to do a thing. Ranger lubed up his cock well, then added some to my brown rosebud, inserting first one, then two fingers in to stretch me out. I was already in a state of orgasmic euphoria before he started pushing his prick past my sphincter. It just jacked me up higher. Having his nice cock inside me while Sahar nibbled my lady bits sent me over the moon.

"Oh, God! Fuck my ass, Ranger. Fuck it good. That feels wonderful. Cum in me, lover. You can go harder and faster. You're not hurting me."

He did, too. Not too big, not too small, just right for my ass. Thankfully, when he finished, I got a washcloth to wash him and me off.

"Sahar, I leave it up to you," I said. "Ranger can either spend the night and we can fuck again later, or we can send him away and be by ourselves?"

"Sorry, Ranger," Sahar replied, "but I haven't had a moment alone with my new fiancée since she told me we were getting married. I'm sure you understand why I might want a little privacy."

Ranger smiled and patted both of our asses. "Not a problem." He disappeared.

"You're sure you want to marry me?" Sahar asked. "You know I've still got a lot of blackness inside of me. This isn't a joke?"

"No joke," I said kissing her. "I've always admired you, especially after knowing what happened to you."

"I don't want you to marry me because you admire me. I want you to love me."

"I do love you. I feel I'm capable of loving a great number of people. I won't say I love you more than the others, but I certainly love you equal to the others. Two of the others I love are married to each other. I know you might love me back more than anyone else. To me, that makes marriage to you very possible. Knowing you would have sex with men again so you could spend more time with me, showed me how much you cared. If you're willing to share me with the others I love, I have no reason not to marry you."

I kissed her again, which quickly morphed into more sex, though fingered sex, so we could continue kissing. The next three orgasms we had left our fingers very wet. We then fell into a deep, satisfying sleep, knowing we were both safe and in the most comfortable bed we'd enjoyed in months.

******

Francesca, Belle and Miranda were back before Sahar and I got up in the morning. I remained nude while Sahar dressed as she usually did. When my three sister slaves saw I intended to remain naked, they quickly joined me. We sat down to a wonderful breakfast prepared by cook, who patted me on the head when she saw me.

"So, Francesca, did you let Miranda experience Pony Boy's cock last night?" I asked.

"All three of us were put in breeding racks and bred," Francesca said. "My father added another stallion who is even a little thicker than Pony Boy. We were all well fucked before being stabled together."

"How lovely for you. Did your father sample any of the three new mares?"

Both Francesca and Belle pointed to Miranda. "He couldn't wait to dip his dick into a US Congresswoman. It does have a nice extra bit of perversion to it."

I smiled at her and she grinned back. "Oh, how the mighty have fallen," I said. "Representative Miranda Ward-Greenbriar, bred like a common mare, and seven months pregnant to boot."

She laughed. "Hard to believe I wasn't getting any sex a year ago, isn't it?"

"If your constituents could only see you now," I laughed. "I was thinking of going riding up to the gator pond, doing a little swimming, sunning, sampling Diego's prick again. Anyone want to join me."

"Francesca and Belle can go, but I have some work I need to do this morning," Miranda said. "We have to leave tomorrow and I want to fuck you before we go. Can you add me to your busy schedule?"

"I'm sure that can be arranged," I said. "I'll pencil you onto my social calendar for tonight after supper."

I kissed Miranda before I went out with the others to the barn. They had a mare there waiting to be bred. Diego was bringing the stallion in, his cock already loosed and dangling toward the floor in anticipation. The first time I'd seen a stallion breed a mare, it had led to some wildly satisfying sex for me with Diego. I looked forward to watching it again. Beside me, I heard Sahar gasp and start to shake from some internal earthquake. I'd never seen her so distressed.

Oh, fuck, how could I be so stupid. The stallion had mounted the mare and his erect cock was searching for its goal. I turned her around and walked her out of the barn, practically dragging her, she was so frozen. I pulled her around the corner.

"Deep breaths, Sahar. Nice deep breaths. I'm so sorry. I didn't think." I pulled her into my embrace and hugged her.

She finally got her breathing under control, though still panting. "How could you know? How could anyone know? I didn't know myself how I'd react."

"We don't have to go riding. We can run up to the pond. It will be an easy jog for us after the past two months."

"I was actually looking forward to it. You were so excited about it. I wanted to try."

"What if we only rode mares?" I asked. "Do you think you could do that?"

Her breathing was returning to near normal. "Perhaps not today. I don't think I'm ready for it. Not right now."

"I understand completely, believe me." I kissed her.

Francesca came out to find us. "Is Sahar scared of horses. I didn't think she was scared of anything."

"Something like that. Would you tell Diego that I'd like to see him and Maria up at the pond, and we'd like to go swimming, so bring the Winchester, but if he comes, don't ride a horse, just bring a truck and some food, water and blankets. If you still want to join us, come in the truck."

Francesca looked at Sahar, still breathing deeply beside me. "Okay. I'll tell him." She went back into the barn.

"Come on, Sahar. An easy run."

I pulled her hand and started up to the pond. She fell in beside me and it was an easy lope to where we wanted to go. When we got there, Sahar stripped off her clothes.

"Let's get in the water. I'm hot."

"We can't go in yet. There could be an alligator in the pond."

"What's an alligator?"

"A large reptile. They can easily grow to ten or more feet in length, and they will eat the unwary. Mistress Layton tries to keep them out of this pond, but they do migrate looking for water, so if you want to swim, someone needs to keep watch. That's why they need to bring the Winchester."