My Descent into Slavery Ch. 09

"Even with non-submissive males, the sex has already been pretty much determined by Beth. I and the person I'm fucking know what's expected. Beth has softened them up, directed their expectations into something that feels safe for me. She's warned them not to be aggressive, and they follow along because it's the only way they know she'll continue having sex with them, and they can't give that up."

"Are you saying you wouldn't have fucked anyone you've had sex with if you weren't around me?" I asked.

"Not a one except Roberta and Ranger. I trust your instincts when it comes to sex. I didn't know them well enough to trust them. The only people I'd trust enough to fuck without you, are on Joshua's ship."

"So you wouldn't be a slut unless I'm a slut?"

"I'm only going to be as slutty as you are, and no sluttier," Sahar said.

"Can you talk about what happened to you?" Bill asked.

"Never. Beth is the only one I've ever said anything to and it was the most difficult thing I've ever had to do in my life, and then, only because I thought she needed to hear it to get better, not something I needed to unburden on her. It makes me physically ill."

Bill looked at me. "It made me physically ill. I can't imagine how she survived it," I said.

"How did you survive it?"

"Hatred, mostly. A desire to kill anyone who would do those kinds of things to a woman. It still burns in me, like acid. Some smugglers and would be rapists and slavers made a run at us in The Bahamas. I did some horrible things to them. I didn't feel an ounce of pity for what I did. In some ways, I feel I went too easy on them. Had I been by myself, I wouldn't have been so nice. It's hard showing the real you to the one you love. Being around Beth has tempered some of my worst impulses."

"You don't want to raise a hand in anger around Sahar, sir. She understands the difference between our slave discipline and real harm, that it's a prelude to sex and can be enjoyable to the submissive."

"So you think she'll tolerate Joshua spanking you?"

"She has before. The worst spankings I've ever received, I got from Sahar to break me of begging. They were administered in love, so she understands love and physicality. If it becomes other than loving, watch out."

"What if it were children, instead of a woman?"

"I haven't been around children much since I was first taken as a slave," Sahar said. "There were no children involved with either of my former Owners, and none on the ship. Other than Madeline, the only other child I've been around was fourteen. I think I'd react the same to anyone who was helpless, man, woman or child, though it's only been tested around women."

"What about women who abused women?"

"There were women guards and trainers at Mahmoud's lair. We tended to tranq the women if we didn't know who they were. Afterwards, we asked the slaves who they were and what they'd done. If they'd harmed anyone, they were executed before we brought them out of their sleep. I didn't personally execute any of them, being busy torturing a man named Abdul, but I didn't stop them from being executed. No one felt sympathy for them. I certainly didn't."

"And I pointed them out to be executed, saving the ones who deserved to be saved, with no sympathy for the rest," I said. "We weren't leaving anyone alive to take over the trade now that Mahmoud was gone."

"What happened to Mahmoud? You?" Pointing to Sahar.

"Beth kicked him out of a helicopter at 10,000 feet," Sahar said. "I'm told he had one to two minutes to contemplate his sins before he would have hit the ground. I was proud of her."

"An increased desire for sex isn't the only thing to come out of my slavery," I admitted. "I let Sahar break the nose of a man who was rude and insulting to us and women in general while we visited the University of Florida. I might have ignored him in the past. I have less tolerance now. I still had enough restraint it was only his nose that got broken, and not something worse, but I goaded him into taking a swing at us so Sahar could take action. It was quite satisfying to hear his nose crunch."

"I'm running a charity for women who were enslaved and trafficked in New York, beginning with some of those Richard, Marnie and Andre helped free. What is the one thing I should be offering them that I might not be offering them now?"

"Self defense," Sahar said. "Never let them feel helpless again. Give them the ability to protect themselves from the bastards of the world."

"I have a friend in California named Lucia, who would probably agree with you."

"What happened to her?"

"Her family was attacked by soldiers in a corrupt dictatorship. She was gang raped and members of her family killed. They left her to die, but she survived. She began working out with friends and learned to defend herself. She saved a woman and her unborn child from a rapist."

"I would like to meet this Lucia some day. She sounds like someone I'd admire," Sahar said.

"You probably will. I know Joshua plans to stop in LA for several days. I have plans to invite him to my new home. I'll probably have other friends there so he can meet them, including Sam, Marcia and Chantelle."

"It would be nice to see Chantelle's baby," I said.

"You'll probably have the opportunity, but perhaps not at my house. Many of the women you might meet are submissive and may be nude there. Consuela will probably be keeping Madeline in a safe part of the house until the party is over. Lucia is submissive as well."

"To a man?" Sahar asked.

"A woman. She's a lesbian."

"It's hard to imagine a woman being submissive to a man after being gang raped," Sahar said.

"Yasmine is submissive to Björn after her slavery. It's not a totally black and white world, Sahar. Obviously, Björn is a much kinder man than her former owner, but you're probably born with your sexual preference."

"You mean I was born a lesbian."

"You were probably born a bisexual, and the heterosexual part of you was abused out of you for a long time. If you were born a lesbian, you might not be enjoying sex with men now, no matter how much you wanted to be involved in that part of my life. It's just taken time for the man attraction to come out again after what happened. You might still be a lesbian leaning bisexual. It's possible if you weren't enslaved, you might not have discovered the female attraction because Muslim's are discouraged from same sex relationships and the Muslim religious identity is so powerful. I imagine, to be strictly defined, you would need to develop emotional attachments to men to say what you are with any certainty. It may be you're a lesbian who tolerates sex with men for your own reasons."

"That's the way it feels to me now. I don't feel emotional attachments to anyone but you."

"But you're still less than a year removed from your own slavery. You're still not well, any more than I am. It may be a very long time before you can feel emotional attachments to others besides me. Only time will tell. I still think you'd benefit from counseling."

"I won't ever repeat what was done to me to others."

"Knowing what I do now, I wouldn't ask you to. Your slavery was unlike the others. Sharing with them won't help them, which is the purpose of group therapy, a shared understanding of what happened to you, and how to overcome it. But some of their work may be of benefit to you. Tadeo is a shared experience. You can talk about that part of your slavery.

"In actuality, I may also benefit from being in group with them, but I may need someone else to lead the group to get the most out of it. I don't know. I'll have to research that, but AA and NA group meetings are mostly led by former alcoholics and drug addicts, so perhaps there is benefit, but those people didn't lead groups to begin with. They've already done the work to recover. I'm still in the addict stage, which is why I'm not sure I'm the right one to lead the groups anymore."

"This has been a very interesting discussion, but we should probably buckle up again. I think we're starting to descend if my ears are any indication. If you're both in New York at some point, I'd like you to come to my shelter and help me figure out what more I can do to help."

"We'll be returning to New York before any more decisions are made as to where to live. I'm sure we can work something out, sir," I said.

Sahar and I returned to our seats. Madeline was asleep, Evelyn was reading.

"Interesting discussion?" She asked, smiling.

"It was. I was asking Bill if I could get into your panties again."

"What did he say?"

"I'm joking. I didn't ask that, though I wouldn't mind getting into your panties again."

"They wouldn't mind being gotten into."

"You're all a bunch of sluts," Sahar said.

"Yes, we are," I replied. "I freely admit to a certain degree of sluttiness."

"100%, if I'm not mistaken," Sahar said with a smile.

"I'm sure you're close. On the other hand, being slutty is what makes me so fucking eager to have sex with you all the time, so I wouldn't complain too much."

"I wasn't complaining; merely making an observation." I grabbed her hand and squeezed it.

******

We lost the Thornhills in LA, refueled and got a new flight crew, losing Kim too. I'd have been more disappointed, but I was exhausted. I'd been up a lot of hours, and after being shown how to turn the seat into a bed, I was ready to sleep. It was really only big enough for one, but Sahar's bed was right beside me. I went to sleep holding her hand.

Chasing the sun is what we'd been doing the entire flight. Where from the total number of hours that we'd been en route, roughly sixteen with the refueling, picking up and dropping off and it should have been roughly noon the next day, we were landing as dawn was breaking over Maui. We'd only gotten three hours of sleep, so I was still tired.

There was a limousine waiting for us at the private plane terminal, a man lazily leaning up against the car, standing as we descended the stairs. He popped the trunk and waited for our luggage to be removed, which he put in the trunk for us.

"Beth, Sahar, my name is Kealohilani, which is quite a mouthful, so most people just call me Kilo. You've got a room at the Montage Kapalua Bay Resort. Do you want to go straight there or stop for a bite first?"

"I need sleep more than anything. Take us straight to the resort. We'll order from room service after some sleep."

Like a lot of Master's employees, Kealohilani looked like he might be ex-military. He was definitely fit, with a body which seemed a cross of surfer and swimmer. Sahar had given him the eye as we'd descended the stairs. When we were safely ensconced in the back of the limo, I asked her why she was looking at him so hard.

"I figured he was your next lover, and I was checking him out as you'll expect me to fuck him too."

"He did look like my next boy toy, that's for sure. We might meet a maid or someone we have sex with first. I'm too tired for sex at the moment."

"You must be tired," Sahar said, "to be too tired for sex."

"It's too bad Master won't be here for three more days. I'm really looking forward to seeing everyone."

"I don't know. I've enjoyed not having to share you except for temporarily. I know once Joshua gets here, things will change for you and me."

"Not too much, I hope. I've enjoyed our time together too. Over three months of pretty close quarters." I leaned my head against her shoulder after a quick kiss.

It was roughly a half hour drive to the resort. I almost fell asleep again on the drive, dozing on Sahar's shoulder, her arm around me. When we got there, Kilo went straight to one of the outbuildings, parking in an underground garage.

"Where are we, Kilo? Aren't we going to the resort?"

"This is a part of the resort, Miss Wilson. It's a four bedroom Grand Residence. Direct access to the beach, living room, kitchen, outdoor lanai. I've stocked some groceries for you, but if you need anything else, let me know and I'll pick it up for you."

"Four bedrooms. We're two people. What in the hell do we need four bedrooms for?"

"I don't know. I just work for Joshua. These are your quarters though."

"Where are you staying?"

"I have a room elsewhere at the resort."

"How much does this place cost?" I asked.

"I'm not exactly sure. Over $5000 a night, I think. This is the number one rated resort in the United States. Let me grab your bags."

Five thousand a night, thirty-five thousand a week, one hundred-fifty thousand a month. Oh, Lord. It's a good thing Master was rich.

Sahar and I undressed as soon as we entered the building. Kilo seem to appreciate our nude womanly charms. At least he wasn't gay.

******

We slept around five more hours and we were starving when we woke up, plus, I could use some cock. I called Kilo and asked him what he recommended as a good local dish.

"It's not native Hawaiian, but they served a good garlic shrimp nearby."

"Close enough. Grab like four helpings of the stuff and bring it on over. Do we have salad ingredients here?"

"Yes, ma'am."

"Be prepared to spend the night unless you're married," I said. "Are you?"

"No, ma'am."

"I knew you'd be fucking him," Sahar said smugly after I hung up. "It was only a question of when."

"You need to keep practicing your blow jobs," I replied, laughing. "You barely got Reynard down and struggled with Antoine. I wonder who Master has been fucking without any of his slaves on board?"

"I don't think he's lacked for female company," Sahar said.

"The way Roberta talked about him, he didn't have someone in his bed every night."

"Things might have improved since then. He knows you're coming back now. Before, he didn't know if you were ever coming back."

"I suppose you're right. Let's make some salad for our new lover."

We went into the kitchen and whipped up a nice salad, better than anything we'd cooked out of a can. There was also a bottle of wine, several really. Sahar never had much use for alcohol in general. She wanted to remain fully in control. I didn't drink so much that she wouldn't have a glass with me on occasion. Tonight was one of those nights. I poured three glasses, and put the rest away. It took about forty minutes for Kilo to show up.

I told Kilo to strip off so I could see what I'd be working with tonight. He wasn't hard when I asked, but by the time he'd taken off all of his clothes, he was getting there. Stripping off for a couple of nude women tended to do that for a man. Kilo looked like he'd exceed seven inches when he was fully engorged. I could work with that, and it would be good practice for Sahar.

Giving him his glass of wine, we dug into the shrimp and salad. I think Kilo had one helping, Sahar and I ate the other three, we were so famished. What little we had left, we put away.

I took Kilo's hand and led him to the King Size bed. "Can I give you some friendly advice, Kilo?"

"What's that, ma'am?"

"First of all, don't call me ma'am. I'm younger than you. We're both younger than you. Call me Beth. Second, Sahar has a rather low opinion of men in general. She's trying to overcome it. You can pretty much be as aggressive as you want with me. I'll probably respond favorably. Don't be aggressive with Sahar. Tell her what you'd like to do with her and ask her permission. Don't just grab her and throw her on the bed. She's figuring things out, but let her figure at her own pace. She enjoys sex more with others when I'm with her. She says she's less edgy when I'm around, so if I get up to use the bathroom or take a shower, give her some space. When I get back, she'll be more ready to play.

"I want to fuck you first. I need it worse than she does. When I'm finished, she's going to practice sucking on your cock, because she needs to practice. Then she'll fuck you, probably by riding you. She does better if she doesn't feel penned in. Then, we'll probably play with each other until you pop another boner, after which you can fuck one of us while we sixty-nine. I haven't had a cock in my ass for a couple days, so that's probably a good time for that.

"We'll probably need to sleep again afterward. Pick one of the other bedrooms and make yourself at home. We'll call you if we need you. Does that sound peachy to you?"

"Yes, ma...Beth. May I say you both look incredible."

"You can say anything you like. You're going to get fucked anyway. Does Kealohilani mean anything in Hawaiian? I ask, because I didn't realize by fiancée's name meant Dawn Guardian, so I figure I should ask."

"Bright Heaven."

"Beautiful name. Better than 2.2 pounds of something, but I'll call you whatever you want."

Sahar and I started touching him, stroking him, and generally getting him ready. I topped him off with a little sucking, then welcomed him between my legs, while Sahar paid attention to my nips. It didn't take long for me to orgasm. I orgasmed again before I definitively got him to blow his load inside of me.

"Okay, Sahar, just remember it's not necessarily getting him all down your throat. It's like lingerie. It's presentation. You know what's under the silk and satin. You've seen it all before. You're enhancing his sexual experience the way lingerie does your body. It's teasing, it's pleasing, it's making him forget everything but why he's there with you. Deep throating is only a part of that. You can get him to cum just by sucking on the top inch or two of his cock. You're looking for anything that excites him and filing it away for later.

"You're going to edge him. Don't let him cum when he wants to cum. You should be familiar with the signs. When he's close, you stop. You go to something else that still keeps him hard, without tipping him into climaxing. Maybe you suck on his nuts, kiss his thighs or his stomach, pinch his tiny boy nipples, whatever. Then before he loses his erection and after he's not so close to cumming, you go back to high stimulation activities again. Do that about twice, let him cool down a bit, then finish him in your cunt."

Sahar looked at me before lowering her mouth over Kilo's shaft. Oh, she was getting it. She slowly worked him back to a nice erection, backed off, slurped on his eggs a little, keeping him hard, but not to the point he'd shoot his cum. She let a wee bit of softness return to his shaft, then worked it again. Kept him just hard enough to mount him, then climbed aboard, sinking over his sword with her moist sheath, working her pussy muscles. Sahar used her cunt like her mouth, riding him hard, then halting, barely moving. Riding hard again, bouncing up and down, then slowing to a crawl.

"You've got it, love. This is perfect."

I knelt behind her and played with her breasts and kissed her neck.

"Oh, fuck!" Kilo moaned. "Let me cum. Aw, just squeeze that cunt a little more. That's it. A little more. Damn, I'm going to cum inside you. Let me cum. Oh, shit, that feels good."

"You've made him wait long enough, Sahar. Take him over the top."

Sahar clenched down with all the muscles of her core and rode Kilo hard for about eight strokes of his dick and he arched off the bed, shaking as he exploded inside of her.

"Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!" Kilo gasped, every fuck accompanied by another flex of his dick and tightening of his ball sack.

"That's how you fuck a man," I said. I pushed her off of his dick to clean all of the cum from her pussy, and it was a lot. She'd worked him hard. "You did just great." I nuzzled my face against her dripping pussy, snacking on the combined treat.

"That was kind of fun," Sahar moaned. "I liked how he was begging."

I laughed into her frothy pussy. I got the bulk of it, then sucked the cum off his prick. "Remember, this goes in my ass next, but in the event you're a bigger stud than I imagine, give it twenty minutes or so before you start. I want my fiancée to pleasure me first."