My Descent into Slavery Ch. 08

Nicole was relatively silent on the boat ride back. She even declined an offer to go into the ladies for a quick tonguing. Sahar didn't. We finished and vacated the room, startling a woman who saw both of us exit, who then smiled, realizing what we'd been doing in there. We found Nicole up at the prow of the boat, watching the scenery pass by.

"I think Nicole is in love with you," Sahar said, stopping me before we joined her.

"She barely knows me."

Sahar kissed me. "I don't think you realize the effect you have on people. All of the people who knew you, who went to rescue you, love you, Beth, even if it's only a little bit. They would have gone whether Joshua paid them or not. Ranger loves you. He dropped everything to come after you. The other freed slaves love you. Part of it is the sex. You put so much of yourself into it, give so much, you make people feel like they're the center of the universe, your universe, that they're the only thing that matters to you. It's intoxicating. I understand why you do it and wouldn't want you to change a single thing you do, but it makes everyone love you, just a little.

"The doctor will love you. You're changing her life around, gave her something she thought she lost. Do you think it happenstance that most of the women you've met, who've never been with a woman before, succumb to you. Roberta, Kelly, Jìngyi, Miranda, Lynn, Francesca, Josefine, Adelaide, Helene. None of them had ever been with a woman before you, and yet they all seek to fuck you. They love to be with you. The people who clamored to get in Joshua's bed, were they going there because he's that much better of a fucker than all the other men, or because you were there?

"Am I fucking men again because I want to fuck Joshua, or because I want you? I know Edgar loves Fatima, and may marry her, but he had to rescue you, Beth. He needed to go. Part of it was he felt responsible for losing you, I know that, but part of it is he loves you. You give love so freely, we all feel it. Even someone like Nicole, who should realize she's nothing more than a quick fuck, feels jealous of the time you give to others. She's felt like she was the center of your universe, and wants to be there again. I understand I can't be the center of your universe, and why. But I do appreciate every moment you give me, and I know it's sincere. You do love me, more than I ever dreamt of, but it's a shared love. I can live with that. Not everyone can.

"Since I never expected to feel again, never love again, I expected nothing. It means every drop of love I get from you is infinitely precious, and more than I could ever hope for. So I don't care. I think most of the people around you for any length of time, don't care if they have to share you. New ones like Nicole, want more. They don't understand. So she loves you and expects the same in return. You can't give it to her. I know that. She doesn't know it yet, so she's depressed. She'll figure it out, or go her own way at some point. Just understand."

"I think you should become a psychologist," I said.

"I'm not sure they want trained killers as counselors. If I see a problem, I want to bulldoze it."

"You still have a good understanding of the human psyche."

"Yes, and sometimes my understanding of the perversions of the human soul, make me want to stamp it out like a forest fire, before it spreads."

"You even understand yourself, and not too many people do."

"Don't give Nicole hope, but be kind to her."

I kissed Sahar again. I walked up to Nicole and put my arms around her from behind, resting my chin on her shoulder, and just held her. No kisses, no caresses, just friends. She leaned her head against mine.

"I'm sorry I've been so bitchy," she said.

"Everyone's entitled to a little bitchiness, as long as it isn't permanent," I said.

That night, Nicole spent more time with Sahar and Antoine, and I realized why. She was pulling away from me. I was okay with that.

******

After having sex again in the morning, Nicole said, "I'm not sure if I'll be back the next time I come to Geneva."

"I understand. Do whatever you believe is best for you. I enjoyed your company."

The kiss she gave me before Antoine took her away, was very tender.

Sahar took a shower and I took a brief sponge bath, so we could be fresh when Adelaide arrived. She was punctual, arriving right at nine, almost as if she stood outside our door so she could knock precisely then. I asked her about it and she admitted she'd come here early, but didn't want to disturb us if someone else was there. When I let her in, both Sahar and I were nude. Adelaide expected it, I think, because she didn't show the slightest sign of shock. I did tell her that we'd be having sex right away when she called.

"You didn't get to meet her previously because of your hours, but this is my fiancée, Sahar Hafeez. This is my night nurse, Adelaide, with whom I enjoyed some lovely times together."

"Pleased to meet you," Sahar said, hugging the poor girl and giving her a proper kiss on the lips. That startled her a little. She'd just been introduced and was already being kissed by this new naked girl.

"Since Sahar hasn't had sex with you yet," I said, unbuttoning her blouse, "I'd like you to fuck her first, if that's not a problem for you."

Adelaide looked at my amazing fiancée, sturdy, strong, well defined and lovely.

"I guess that would be okay."

I finished undressing her, kissing lightly all the skin which I revealed as each article of clothing disappeared. She had put on some lovely matched underthings for us, knowing we'd be seeing them.

When she was naked, I stood behind her, almost as if presenting her, and said, "Isn't she lovely?"

"Perfection," Sahar admitted and Adelaide blushed, not for the first time.

Sahar took her hand and led her to our bed. She let Adelaide get on top, because it was both less threatening for a relative stranger, and since I'd need to be on top when it was my turn. Adelaide quickly learned my love was nearly as adept as I was in bed. It didn't take her long to reach her first climax. As they sixty-nined, I stroked both of them, letting them know I was there. I waited until Sahar had three orgasms before interrupting to take my turn.

Since this was the first time with Adelaide I felt I could take as much time as I wanted, I let her lie there as I worked to give her a monster orgasm. Her scream was captured by Sahar's lips. I gave her another fast one, almost as a cool down before I position myself over her, my pussy already dripping in anticipation. Adelaide was eager, not nearly as hesitant as the first time she'd licked me, having had a week of practice in the hospital.

Our immediate thirsts for each other quenched, we lay lazily entwined on the bed, filled with languor after the heated passion. I was half facing Adelaide, protecting my back, Sahar spooning me from behind, her arm around my waist.

"May I ask a question?" I inquired.

"Anything," Adelaide responded.

"Do you think you might love me?"

Adelaide stole a quick glance at Sahar, who propped her head on her arm as she waited for Adelaide to respond. She was non-threatening, a smile on her face.

"I don't know," Adelaide responded hesitantly. "I've never felt this way about a woman before."

Sahar's grin got wider. I glanced at her to be sure.

"You don't care?" Adelaide asked Sahar, seeing her grin.

"Everyone loves Beth a little," Sahar said. "I expect it. I'll warn you though. She'll break your heart if you love her too much. Beth already broke another woman's heart yesterday. It wasn't her fault. The other woman should have known she couldn't have more than Beth could give. Beth is honest about her intentions. She tends to love everyone, but there are only a special few who she'll spend her life with."

"And you're one of them."

"I'm honored to feel that I am, yes. Much to my surprise. Love her as much as you want while you have her, but know she will eventually disappear from your life."

Adelaide looked back at me. "The cocky bitch is right. I suppose I am rather careless with my affections. When I leave Switzerland, you'll probably never see me again. I'm in it for the sex and when I leave, someone else will be in charge of my sex. He can't support all of the people I have sex with, and I certainly can't. I like you and enjoy my time with you, but it is just sex for me. Good sex, but only sex. I want to be clear about that."

"I guess as long as I know, I've got nothing to complain about."

"No," Sahar said. "Just enjoy those heavenly orgasms while you can, and hope the one you eventually find in your life can give you that much pleasure. Maybe you can train them, since you know what pleasure can be."

"Would it be a lot of trouble for you to take a look at my grafts to see if I'm healing well?" I asked.

"No. I intended to, anyway. Are the rest of you hungry? I didn't eat breakfast this morning. I was a little nervous."

"You check me over and we'll get dressed, walk into town and eat. My fiancée believes I'm getting fat and out of shape because I'm not exercising enough."

"You look great," Adelaide said.

"Sahar is talking about professional athlete level greatness. She doesn't want me getting lazy."

I got on my stomach. Adelaide removed my dressings, check me over thoroughly, put more of my cream on and redressed my back.

"They look good," she said. "Skin looks healthy, grafts seem to be taking. The donor sites are healing up. The doctor will be pleased."

"By the way, I don't know who it was talking in the break room, but Dr. Rochat overheard people talking about the great orgasms they were getting. You might want to warn everyone not to discuss things in public."

"Am I going to get fired?"

"She knows I had sex with a lot of people at the clinic, but doesn't know names and I don't think she has any intent of firing anyone unless it should reach the ears of someone who has the ability to shut the clinic down. Don't speak of it, and it will go away. I'm meeting her later for supper."

"Is she having sex with you too?"

She had, but it was nobody else's business. "She knows I'm a thesis away from being a Doctor of Psychology, and she has something difficult she needs to discuss with her daughter. She hoped I might help her break the news, and deal with any problems which might arise."

We dressed to go out. Since we still had several hours before meeting Helene, I dressed sultrily, and I got Sahar to wear the new flapper dress she'd purchased in Lausanne, and wear high heels.

"You two look so fucking hot, I'm almost tempted to forgo food," Adelaide said. "Two weeks ago I'd never even thought of sex with a woman, and now, I can think of little else."

"You're not the only one to succumb to Beth's charms. I personally know many different women who'd never had sex with a woman until Beth entered their lives."

"Does that include you?" Adelaide asked.

"I was forced to have sex with women as a slave. I was forced to have lots of unwelcome sex as a slave. Beth was the first person I ever willingly had sex with. Some of the other slaves freed with me, told me how good sex with her was, and I had to try it for myself. I was hooked. At first, nothing more than sex, a way to escape from my past life, but eventually, falling in love with her like everyone else, to the point I would have died for her. I did kill for her, but fortunately, didn't need to die. Just knowing she was safe would have been enough reward for me. Knowing she loved me back is a reward without measure."

I kissed Sahar, reaching under her dress to stroke her until she climaxed in my arms, Adelaide watching in a lustful haze as she stroked her own pussy. When Sahar orgasmed, I fed my fingers to Adelaide, then kissed her.

"Let's go," I said. "I am getting hungry. Women cannot live on pussy juice alone." Which got the laugh I was hoping for.

Neither Sahar nor I were particularly adept at walking in high heels, though I loved the stares we got from others from our attire. We held each other's hand so we could catch each other if we wobbled. Something we did all too frequently. We stopped at Roman Mayer and got our rings.

When they gave me Sahar's ring, I got down on one knee in the store. "Sahar Hafeez, if you would marry me, you'll make me the happiest woman in the world. Will you be my bride?"

Sahar actually blushed. This woman who'd killed I don't know how many people for me, blushed.

"Of course, I'll marry you. I could never marry anyone else but you."

She pulled me to my feet and wrapped a lip lock on me that lasted for several minutes and extended clapping, even by Adelaide. She pulled back with a smile.

"Beth Wilson, my heart, my soul, the love of my life. Will you take my hand for the rest of your life?" She slipped my ring over my finger.

I held up my hand for everyone to see. "I'm engaged, everyone, look at me."

Of course, everyone was already looking at us. They clapped some more as I returned the lip lock, slipping her some tongue in the process.

"Let me see the rings," Adelaide said, grabbing our hands. "Wow. These are amazing."

They really were beautiful rings. I wanted to call Master and show him, but he was half a world away and it was the middle of the night where he was. I'd have to make sure I called him later tonight.

We went to eat and we all had a hearty appetite. I asked Adelaide more about herself since I'd never really taken the time to get to know her past her sexual triggers. Her last name was Chatagny, which was a fairly common name in the town of Corserey, where she was from originally. She'd only ever dated boys before, to which Sahar said, "we knew that," to Adelaide's confused blush. The sex had been good with the boys she dated, but nothing like what she'd experienced with us.

"Don't take that as a guide of what you might experience with the right man," Sahar said. "Beth is on a pedestal all by herself when it comes to giving pleasure. I've realized that some men are actually quite good at having sex. Better than I ever thought they'd be based upon previous experiences. I suspect it depends upon the maturity and experience a man has. How willing they are to seek your pleasure over their own. Many people can be selfish lovers, but if you find one who cares about you as well as himself, he'll do well for you. That applies to women as well as men. That's Beth's mystique. She ignores her own pleasure and totally focuses on yours. You are the most important thing in her life at the moment she's satisfying you."

"Exactly. You describe it perfectly."

"Which is why everyone falls in love with her. Since she's just made them the center of her universe, it must be love."

Adelaide slapped her hand down on the table, startling several nearby diners.

"Yes!" she hissed. "That's exactly it. It's precisely how I felt."

"You know," I said, "You're describing a dog. That's why so many people love dogs. You are the center of their universe. Essentially, you're calling me a dog."

Sahar laughed. "I always wondered about the attraction people felt for dogs. That explains it."

"You don't like dogs?" Adelaide asked. Touchy subject, I now knew.

"I didn't have any pets in my house growing up. My experiences with animals since then haven't been the best." Sahar had the old familiar darkness in her eyes.

I put my hand over hers. "We'll have to get you a cute little puppy sometime. Animals aren't responsible for what people did with them."

Sahar smiled at me, losing the tightness around her lips and eyes. "You're right. Although I'm pretty fond of the pussy I have now."

I laughed at how quickly she made the joke.

"We all love the pussies we have now," flashing my engagement ring at her. "Till death do us part, bitch."

Sahar laughed again, the darkness gone. It's why we were meant for each other.

"Can we go back to the room and have sex again before I need to go back to work?" Adelaide asked.

"You're singing my tune," I said. "I think you need to know about tribbing."

"What's tribbing?"

"You're about to find out," Sahar said. "You'll like it."

We walked hand in hand, still working out how to walk in heels.

"Thanks for that," Sahar said to me.

"Thanks for what?" Adelaide asked.

"Beth knows." I certainly did.

******

We met Helene and Jardine at one of the restaurants at the hotel, the Montreux Jazz Cafe. I told Helene I would be paying for the meal and she said she should pay since she was the one who asked for help. I told her I was paying and I wanted no arguments, or she could discuss things with her daughter herself.

Jardin was gangly and coltish, as young girls often are at that age, seemingly, all legs and arms, as if the rest of her body hadn't caught up yet. You could see she would be the devastating beauty her mother was. For now, she was charming and vivacious and energetic.

She spoke English, like her mother, but with more hesitation, not as practiced.

I introduced us to her. "My name is Elizabeth Wilson, although all my friends call me Beth. This is my fiancée and bodyguard, Sahar Hafeez, originally from Oman, but in the process of becoming an American like me."

"Why do you have a bodyguard? Are you famous?"

"Not famous at all. In fact, I'm primarily a college student working for my Ph.D. You may have heard in the news about all of the slaves freed from human traffickers in March. I was one. Your mother did some cosmetic surgery to repair scars I received from that. Sahar is here to protect me from any similar type of incident."

"She doesn't look that tough."

"That is the same mistake most people would make if they tested her. She is very good at her job. She was one of the people who helped rescue me."

"Does she carry a gun?"

"She does, though she wouldn't need to use one unless faced with more than one person. Are you familiar with American football; how big the players are?"

"Somewhat."

"There was a college football player being rude and obnoxious to us. He was just under two meters tall and 100 kilos. He took a swing at me when I called him a big pussy. In less than a second, he was on the ground with a broken nose. She is very dangerous. But she's also very beautiful, which is what most people would see, not how dangerous she is. That gives her an edge, because they underestimate how deadly she is."

"Cool."

"You can order anything you want off the menu, but alcohol. I don't think fourteen year olds should drink. I don't care how expensive it is." I showed her my ring. "We can afford it. Helene, I strongly suggest you only have one glass of wine before dinner. You may have another glass after your talk."

"What talk?" Jardine asked.

"A talk with you," I said.

"I already know about sex."

"Not that kind of a talk."

Jardine looked inquisitively at her mother.

"Let's order first," Helene said, "so we don't get interrupted." Putting it off because she was still uncomfortable.

Everyone ordered. I got the scallops carpaccio with yuzu pink berries and dill Rampon salad with chopped hazelnuts, Caesar salad with prawns, and beef filet with tonka beans, celery cream and vitelotte potato chips. Sahar got the marinated salmon with orange whipped cream, with herbs and lime for the appetizer, no salad, and confit lamb shoulder with thyme and rosemary, vegetables and potato mousseline. Of course, we planned on tasting off each others plates so we could taste more things. I tried a champagne drink mixed with Chambord. Sahar tried the Swiss Mountain Spring Bitter Lemon soft drink.

Seeing Sahar ordering the bitter lemon, Jardin tried it as well.

Our order in, Helene began. "Honey, your father and I are getting a divorce. I want you to know that this has nothing to do with you, that we both love you and it will affect you as little as your father and I can make it."